Short Oolong Poems
Short Oolong Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Oolong by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Oolong by length and keyword.
Fill your cup with a warm brew of questions
then cast it down from the highest peak;
a light shower of oolong rain,
a shared feast for the critters below.
Then make more tea.
Entered into Russel Sivey's
Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony Contest
04 - 21 - 13
orange-caramel color
steeps into the lotus mug
flower and the leaves
cherry like candy
lifts from the golden liquid
left hand round the waist, hold hands
with the handle, lip
pressed to the rim, intimate
serendipitous-savor
the flavor of rose
petals and hips, cinnamon
apple, almond and cherry
sipping oolong slow
over lips and tongue, twining
in chimera happiness
might open eyes to bonsai
Black coffee for sunny mornings and hangovers,
or with the rich cream of a female ungulate caregiver.
A quick Danish for the tardy to arrive,
crispy bacon for first responders.
Duck fat in the skillet fry’s anything better -
let’s it slide off a plate.
Wipe tongues with Oolong,
Be sure to keep a store of nuts and berries.
Chocolates and red wine restores blasé taste buds.
Keep writing love menus.
Tomorrow's Forecast
If you seem certain that you can accurately predict
the trajectory of your own destiny,
Just make sure to not rely on your psychic capacity
to accomplish this miraculous feat,
By simply reading...scattered leaves of oolong tea!!
Penned: 2/23/2022
Lake Worth
Florid USA
Quick as Piranha
Tucked in a booth in back,
the last customer of the day
cracks a fortune cookie,
sips Oolong as Mr. Hong
locks up. It’s time for his supper.
Two tall sons bear
from the kitchen dishes
his wife won’t allow
on the menu.
Platters of meat
red, green, brown
huddle and steam
in the middle of the table.
When the Hongs
drop in their seats
chopsticks fly
like beaks. So many bright teeth,
quick as piranha.
Donal Mahoney
Shrimp in Lobster Sauce
Tucked in a booth in back,
the last customer of the day
cracks a fortune cookie,
sips Oolong as Mr. Hong
locks up. It’s time for his supper.
Two tall sons bear
from the kitchen dishes
his wife won’t allow
on the menu.
Platters of meat
red, green, brown
huddle and steam
in the middle of the table.
When the Hongs
drop in their seats
chopsticks fly
like beaks. So many bright teeth,
quick as piranha.
Donal Mahoney