Short Spice Up Poems
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Spice up the best in you,
Don't test for anything less,
Give the best to the good,
All in all in all you do,
Although there ain't a perfect you.
Maybe it's the bad boy attraction
Maybe it's the need to spice up her life
Maybe it's the fire of her self defence mechanism
That keeps her tangled in his angle
Like the background music in movies
Like the artwork on the walls of your home
Condiments spice up your sandwich
~ Conversation is the spice of your life
Basically I am making a sundae
out of my vajina hahahahahaha.
Yeah, this is the normal recipe..
We need to spice up things Don.
(kithay masala ghat kithay bohta)
Note.Suk Suk Suk sehnil Kohleen.
Andrea Dietrich
Who's bio is quite eccentric.
Which just goes to show.
She just can't say no.
When someone requests.
That she be their guest.
She just put's them in the troup.
To spice up her daily bowl of soup.
Dark and salty
Liquid enhancer for taste buds
Oriental Asian Far East
Exotic ancient flavor brew
Spice up bland to grand
Rice meats sea food soups and stews
Soy sauce
Just a dash
More with a splash
A dunk
Mmmmmmmm good.
Slow
on low
it’s rising
in the oven.
I’ll spice up each bite,
I’m baking borrowed time.
Setting myself up to watch
what happens as the heat’s turned up.
Enjoy not having the same taste twice,
life on high changes moment to moment.
Jane is anything but plain
She is completely insane
From sex she just can’t abstain
Rumours that she does cocaine
To spice up her life mundane
She’s full of words and campaign
Always ready to complain
But in my mind she does reign
my lust for her I can’t feign
I have had it,
closed the door,
turned the page
read, absorb, apply and
move on.
A method
to the madness;
stagnation prevention...
no moss grows
on a bookworm.
Stagnation
clock-watching
dead end job a
dose of poblano
couldn’t spice up.
Hold up your cup of cheer, my friend!
I’ll hold your hand, and squeeze. You wince.
Your life - it’s not to save, but spend.
Work hard, its yield! Spice up with quince!
1/1/2017
Chastushka Poem
Quince – inedible raw but transforms into an aromatic and delicious treat, when cooked.
Color me happy
I’m feeling blue
Brighten my world
With vibrant hues
Shades of green
Organic, fresh
Paired with whites
More is less
Red with sweet lilac
For a garnet treat
Add yellow to brown
For a golden wheat
The many possibilities
To spice up the wheel
They lighten my mood
Through color, I feel
As the snowmen melt into patches of green,
yellow daffodils spice up the scene.
And o'er the squeak of a swing,
I hear songbirds sing;
a sure sign
spring
is online
greening everything.
The wild geese have taken wing
and the sun sparkles like a citrine,
as the snowmen melt into patches of green.
Run with fine pun
Fun in the sun
Ploy works fond toy
Joy meets small boy
Know fun that shows
Grow where change flows
Spice up the nice
Dice that stray vice
Stake what you make
Shake out the fake
Dread halts the spread
Dead lines feel dead
Wit in sure bits
Fit in swift grit
Mine in odd lines
Pine for thoughts fine
Leon Enriquez
25 October 2916
Singapore
Away to La Senza
No amour for Fred
Must spice up his love life
In their king size bed
A baby doll nightie
Fred balks at the cost
But wants to rekindle
The closeness they've lost
Fred pays for the item
Pink satin and lace
Now he’s dying to see
Smiles light up wife’s face
Fred gives her the present
And gains two black eyes
The reason he got them
It isn't her size!
Facebook, my wall, not at all
Mini Digger hire £75, same day delivery in the Midlands
Join couples dating agency, meet new friends
Buy Horny Goat Weed to spice up your love life and avoid erectile disfunction
Which affects two out of four men, which is half of all
Facebook, my wall, not at all
Ah, a red light, I have a message, maybe from a friend
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No need to cite
Or pen fond writes
Or sacred space
To word fine trace
No need to think
Or cast verge brink
Or even feel
The loss of thrill
No need to chance
Upon a dance
Or come to know
The loss of flow
No need to urge
That fatal surge
Or even see
What yet may be
No need to touch
For love moves much
Or style deep proof
Or spice up truth
Leon Enriquez
21 February 2019
Singapore
I didn't spill the soup...
Nor jiggle the spoon too...
Just played a napkin...
But when all asleep...
I spice up the recipe...
My flavor then speaks...
Mind meets heart here as voice flames choice,
Yes fond buzz cheers how noise frees poise.
Ask my soul then to pen fond words,
Craft of verse lines deep chimes that rhymes;
Race why and when with meaning heard,
Opt sounds now mine to fit such times;
Spice up fancy with motive feel,
Taste thoughts that show as crisp sounds merge;
Ink stains feisty in splurge of will,
Charm succeeds flow in poignant surge.
Leon Enriquez
15 April 2017
Singapore