Short Full Bodied Poems

A robust flavor, full-bodied

       Written about wine, no less...

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As I age my husband says I resemble fine champagne... 
Does that mean I’m fruity, full bodied, and always sparkling!

7/19/18...

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yellow rose on bier
full-bodied treatment
grand life disappears
ripe thorn’s, bereavement

dried flower repose
buried in suitcase
emerge briar rose
soul in boundless space

3/22/2022...

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We suitors were idiots squabbling in line
   till mademoiselle informed us of her choice.
Intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
   like the vintage of a rich full-bodied wine.
Fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
   overjoyed when she consented to be mine!...

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Clad in flowing purple
Like a full-bodied
Cabernet Sauvignon
She vanishes into the 
Shadows of the night
While I stand alone, 
Dreamily savouring 
The lingering aftertaste
Of her aromatic kiss. 

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© September, 2018
    Inspired by RS...

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KISS OF DEATH

full-bodied wine

felicitous lipstick

smile glistens in goblet

gregarious sips

~

rogue wave

of purple grape

plenipotentiary drink

steals Juliet’s kiss

11/4/2017
Rick Parise’s 8 Line Poem Contest
Theme: Death...

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I have a favourite type of girl,
Nothing wrong with that
I love my ladies ample
Like beautiful Fat pat
Also Porkus Dorcas
And Obese Louise,
Glandular Angela
Gives me a good squeeze
I love voluminous
I love them rounder
I love them full bodied
Because rounder is sounder...

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getting drunk
drinking her
fermented sweat

mixed with
a bouquet
of musk with

an aftertaste
unrelated
to anything ever

to touch
my palette
sweet but dry

she's full bodied
with a bite
of cinnamon spice

she goes down
smoothly aged
to perfection

a vintage
Colombian
1994...

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We suitors were nervous while standing in line 
'til mademoiselle informed us of her choice; 
intoxicating, her bouquet divine, 
like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine; 
fearful she would not hearken to my voice, 
overjoyed when she consented to be mine! 


meter: 11/10/10/11/10/11
rhyme: abaaba...

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...with apologies to Dusty Springfield!


We suitors were idiots squabbling in line
   till mademoiselle informed us of her choice;
intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
   like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine;
fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
   overjoyed when she consented to be mine!...

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We suitors were nervous while standing in line 
'til mademoiselle informed us of her choice; 
intoxicating, her bouquet divine, 
like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine; 
fearful she would not hearken to my voice, 
overjoyed when she consented to be mine! 


meter: 11/10/10/11/10/11
rhyme: abaaba...

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There was once an elf who learnt how to brew
a full-bodied beer and cook Irish stew.
He mixed them both together
with whisky for good measure.
When BANG went the pot a tantrum he threw!

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Contest: Luck of the Irish
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
         Placed 5th
 © 15th March 2017...

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We suitors were nervous while standing in line 
   'til mademoiselle informed us of her choice; 
intoxicating, her bouquet divine, 
   like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine; 
fearful she would not hearken to my voice, 
   overjoyed when she consented to be mine! 

                    *********

abaaba rhyme scheme...

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White Hoe...

You may try to fix your eyes, and even try to shake the round in your thighs, with your 
conniving ways, from you i'll always stray! Cause i like my women with natural eyes a solid 
mind with natures gift of full bodied thighs, hair like the thickest of wool locked down to the 
small of her back please please forgive for the relasp.... sorry just thinking...

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Rich tones of chestnut encircle his curls-
Waving, twisting, winding in my fingers.
Full bodied lips tangle mine; his tongue swirls,
A trace of tangy cherry still lingers...

A tinge of smoke rasps the depths of his throat,
As breath wafts past my ear in smooth action.
His moan has the earthy timbre of oak
As he sings my name with spicy passion...

I detect satisfaction....

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She bent  softly over the smooth water
Her fingers gently caressing the blue
A peony clasped to her bosom
Its petals soft and pink and true...

The artist captured this brief moment
Brush strokes telling us their story
The maiden ripe for the time of love 
The peony clothed in peaceful glory...

Ancient blossom so full bodied
Yet delicate in scent and grace
A flower captured in Asian legends
With bowing head and subtle face.  

For the flower contest.....

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What kind of lust is this?
Firey daggers of romance
Two-pronged on the table

Your heart at significant crossroads
Fearing he still grips the pulse of dreams

Believe me, when I come full bodied
My stance is definite
Along your quicksand embryo

We've danced through armaggedon 
Reality and the pillows of thought
Plushy laid upon your sleeping grove

Watery graves in thrall beyond the ruminations of language
Music deftly played continues its vast beat
As you and I merge together...

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