Short Suckled Poems

Along
the gravel path
in a honey-suckled
bower,two lovers clasped-
content....

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breast suckled not barren deserted
breath not shared lungs bloated
beasts severed a lot skin pierced
bread not served shaken bruised
burnt hunger of love cried...

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Bring the fried ackee well dressed
In fresh herbs and spiced
Blend in codfish, like a breast
Flamed suckled, sufficed
My tongue to taste this
Dream of bliss.
Joy!...

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What know ye of the truth,
that final window left to close

Who calls thee to its breast,
a suckled vision
—heaven shown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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On a bed of roses
Honey-suckled scent.

Love is in the air, when I'm with you I have no cares.

Relaxed and transfixed
A beautiful sunset.

Our souls connect
On a bed of roses, I lie here with you....

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The petals swayed in the wind
A butterfly with a purpose of direction landed
Flapping his wings
At the petals dripping with nectar
He suckled the dews
Without paying any dues
And flew away.

©tonyadah2017...

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Apricot nectar, I licked from her lips,
suckled the dew like honey
from melon ripe breast
and in time did savor
the heady heavenly flavor
of passion's fruit in all the rest
and night birds
beyond the window

...sang a new song....

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Greatness of a nation and her people
Rests not in her fire-belching mouth
Emanates not from huge stomach of her granaries
Appears not in lethal power of her spears
Twitters not from upstairs of her thinkers but 
Nightingales from the beauty of her values
Enriched, nurtured and suckled
Systematically from the breasts of God
Scattered by winds of divine grace...

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Lust
The insatiable fires of sight
Singeing your flesh
Savoring your aching cries
She’ll whisper ecstasy
Succulent and nigh

Love
Pooling in creviced night
Suckled and smeared
Pulsating with every drop
She’s tasted your conviction
Serrated and wrought

Fate
Dried pungent hues
Immutable and imbued
Morning withered with dread
Silence speaks
Your marriage is dead...

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Violaceous twilights, 
      clandestinely sated 
lavished 'til morn's early blush
     midst honey suckled euphoria,
 poetry hidden 'neath 
         silken pillowcases,
written 'tween the dew 
    of rendezvous' 
       blissed arousal
evermore eagerly breathless,
      reawakening intentions
  aloft the vast obscurity of
     a wistfully surrendered sunset...

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I am spring
Fountain of gold and everything
Bringing new from old, we sing
The little thing

In one leaf
I weave a wealth from suckled sun
The sanctuary for the atoms nun
without belief

Swell my veins
With rivers rush and songs of truth
The bold beginning of bright youth
This glory stains.

I am spring
The subtle evidence of better faith
The eyes shining after the shut gate
This love I bring....

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Paradise garden, green and lush.  Berries a sharp red growing on a bush.
Translucent petals fall like the autumn leaves, golden with a dash of hazel.
Immense beauty beyond belief.

A flitted ray of yellow beams down so bright.  Elegant, light standing tall, each petal a honey-suckled yellow.  The bird of paradise standing tall, for all to see.  Her beauty speaks to me.  Singing in the morning hour....

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Evolve my glory
Golden from beginning dust
Grand fusion of love

I want to tell tales
In wet corridors of flesh
Mining for the yolk

First breakfast suckled 
There after the spasm of joy
You think you know me

I outswam them all
Seven seas on stairs of love
The first wet greeting

Delicious embrace
In the golden center cracked
Shell brittle like dream

Embrace me, wet child
Gorged upon the fruited breast
Gleaming glee of flesh....

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A drop tricked out
And the pain laughed
I was born.

In that towel of love
My cheeks lured all
I was kissed.

A relief after dissection
Opened my heaven
I was suckled.

Sweets and celebrations
Filled the air
I was loved.

A cry of agony
Hurt many, yet soothed a few
I was named.

And for that one word NAME
How much they argued
I was renamed.

Better to be nameless
Than to bear one that hurts
And let me be Humane
With my name LOVE...

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A mother’s gift that’s left
Upon her infants milky breath, laying
Cradled in rest upon her breast with

Besotted silence popping little hiccups til
Sitting up 
With puffy cheeks and silky lips 

Blowing oily bubbles whilst
Looking through eyelids a flutter with
Sleepy dust and whispering
Their love beyond quiet deprivation

As lazy sleep bloats about the room
To land on eyelids fat with dreams
Of snuffling snores

And suckled joy....

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I am an African
I was born in Africa
Suckled mother Africa breast
I am beauty Africa

I stand under blue skies
Over drastic mountains
To behold vibrant countries
And feel at home

I bow down to salute heroes
Died on struggle
Striving Africa liberation
Development and capacity

Hail Africa
You are our mother
Feeding us with prosperity
Anointing us with acceptance

Africa is my mother
She will never fade
Gloom or cease
I am an African...

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BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
                         
                           a lacy handkerchief
  embroidered with a hummingbird,
a nectar-sweet trellis, to sponge
  the waterworks - the trickle
             of misty eyes,
        the honey-suckled creek
     that runs over wrinkled
logs and leafy plum-cheeks.
  delicate hands lift
     the dapper doily —
       pat-a-pat dabbing.
a tattered smile forms
  at the base of the cliffs.

6/30/2019...

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