Short Salted Poems
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Nothing grows on salted earth,
Finding only empty husk .
Tilling the soil of layered death
Causing blight with every tear.
mussels,dill & aquavit
white truffle custard
and black truffle ragout
salted caramel
mascarpone sorbet
different
choice!
A man alone,
Plagued by fears.
Swollen eyes,
With salted tears.
Mind tormented,
Heart bereft.
Lost forever,
The day she left.
Crepes and salted caramel
A Yorkshire parkin
with peanut butter parfait
blackberry sorbet
prunes in Armagnac
Treats back to
Back!
salted potatoes
warm roll with honey butter
turkey and gravy
grandmas homemade food
vegetables that no one eats
sweet apple cobbler
Tomato and cucumber
Teatime sandwiches,
Salted Smith's potato crisps
And hot steaming tea-
With fresh home baked bread
Chocolate
Spread !
Tasty dish Okra and rice
with some salted fish,
Steamed down with coconut milk
onions, chives, and thyme,
it's a sight to see
but the taste!
Yum!
Pecan, pumpkin, apple or key lime;
I save room for dessert every time.
To really make me swoon,
and bark out at the moon
Salted caramel cheesecake is sublime!
A dance of fire
and a Rootbeer
smile,
chewing french fries,
watching skin dry.
Hot dog buns show us
the true murderers.
salted pretzels
the sinners.
BETWEEN INNINGS
Tomato and cucumber
Teatime sandwiches,
Salted Smith's potato crisps
And hot steaming tea-
With fresh home baked bread
Chocolate
Spread !
Meandering slowly a crystalline memoir
that signifies, unveils the strife
furrowed deeply in her heart.
Encapsulated in that salted bead
Anguish liquidated.
S.J.C
To the theater went bold Mary Brown
for her sweetness she's surely renown
then she salted her corn
when her date wanted ****
Now he lies in the aisle quite facedown.
My Poem still an open wound,
unstitched by edits snare
Running free on a salted page,
—new blood for all to share
(James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)
salt
french fries
ham and beans
potato chips
salted caramel
needed for cucumber
she can wake up your taste buds
put in water for gargling
imagine a world without her
She felt the tepid skin of her thigh against her face
a teardrop straddling from her cheek
looking for hope in a dream
that always ended
as his slaps left
her welted skin
The iceman was coming, t’was ice that I smelt
Another ice storm, was about to be dealt
More ice to be salted
And more ice to melt
I’m no fan of ice, and that’s how I felt.
so thin and hot and greasy
dipped in red ketchup
crispy, yummy, potatoes
fried and golden white
licking salted lips
suck fingers
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Founded in the Han,
Dynasty and Rome, 'Tickle,
Torture' was penance,
Of nobles, no scar, quick fix,
Salted feet, for goats to lick.
My love for you is shedding away
Alike the smooth blonde
From atop my head
My thoughts of you are shedding away
Alike the salted tears
Running down my cheeks
Before i lay for bed
How about you?
Shaken
Stirred
Crushed
Mixed
Shot
Spilled
Topped off
Set on fire
Rims salted
Served over ice
With a splash...
Oh, you mean to drink;
Give me anything.
Dry.
***
Beatify the heart in sapphire waves...
Echoes of the piper's sweet refrain.
Amend twisting steps, wash them all away.
Canonize salted souls with angel spray.
Harpist of silver shoals stroking golden rays~
When last I passed this way, again,
I saw the river meet the sea
And it with current rapidly
Rushing over rocks and sand
Did splash into the salted wave
And in the end become as one
Beneath the boiling foam.
Where’s my loyal confidant,
If love recovers again?
This emptiness of heart,
Fulfills to be a single friend;
The jargon on my noggin,
What’s her color, favorite?
Pop in, lightly salted;
I am satisfied with –
Bathed
in surf.
Oceans rouse
a midnight swim,
lovers drenched in waves of salted kisses.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/8/15
for Nette's Language of Water Contest
*Type of Water - Ocean
On a robust breeze, the sunset flares
through the ripe peach filtered clouds.
As they extend garish golden glaze
past bleached sands, salted corpses.
Cold crying of sailors washed clean
slipping off the clambering crabs.