Short Syrupy Poems

the syrupy smile of 
the chimeras and griffins
remove the flesh from our bones
roam the walls of Notre Dame...

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And your eyes went low with a shy smile
Like you were half drunk on the syrupy sweetness of my words
I want you hanging on my every breath
While you dance through my fingertips...

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Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune
Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon
Drove girls squirrelly
With lingo so syrupy
Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon...

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Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune
Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon
Drove girls squirrelly
With lingo so syrupy
Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon...

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The moon ripe as a Georgia peach,
plopped itself upon the blue-blackened,
scalloped edge of the deciduous forest,
topping the syrupy squiggle of horizon
as it bled into the blue velvet night....

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Hot and mean as fire
syrupy sweet gardenia
morphed right before me

a known creative
(we can be so lost at times)
still burn ya, even dried

cloying smothering
gardenia still once 
withered faded brown...

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Syrupy goodness touched morn's lips
Sweetness lifted nights veil
Memories flood heart and mind's eye
'Pon these this day will dwell

Sponsor: Carol Brown
Contest: Lips
July 19, 2012
Written by: Sara Kendrick...

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On Mother’s Day
  we buy chocolate
and bouquets of flowers 

Write her cards
  with syrupy thoughts
wait in restaurants for hours

As if this thanks a mom and mother
  for all she does for us
Think what you will ~ I say it is unjust...

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Sunlight seeps
through the blinds,
oozes into the room.
The ceiling fan sweats
from its labor.
The clock creeps
at half speed,
pendulum dragging
through syrupy air.

On the stoop,
the old cat sprawls,
soothing her arthritic joints.

7/13/2017...

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My dear toast,
you have no need to leap
out of my hand in such a
cavalier fashion.

My plate is not a 
syrupy swimming pool; 
besides, there are two bites of you left;
why start screaming for 
something sweet now?  
“It’s your fault”, toast replied;
“You have those morning dropsy’s again!”
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Merrily Streaming

Merrily streaming good movies along, 
HD, SD and sometimes black and white,
barring sweetheart films with syrupy song,
only far away adventure excites,
a night panorama of grandest sights.

7/24/17

English Quintain, Any Theme - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick ...

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MADE IN MISSISSIPPI
 Along with...
 Syrupy, sweet hospitality
 Downhome , Delta blues
 And beautiful Magnolia girls;
 Strong family values,
 Unbreakable bonds,
 And lifelong memories 
 Are Made in Mississippi 
 2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
 from My Magnolia Memories and Musings - In Poems
#Mississippi #mississippipoems...

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Scintillating Sunflowers

Selfishly
Savoring 
Sweet
Syrupy
Sunlit
Sky,
Seventy
Simply
Stunning
Superbly
Sexy
Sassy
Sultry
Scintillating
Sunflowers;
Summer
Sirens
Smile,
Slowly
Seductively
Sashaying
Swaying
Showcasing...
Slinky
Silky
Stems

10-26-2019

Contest:	Tautogram Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor:	Eve Roper...

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Mostly it all has been:
      
   Love is syrupy this; love is cute that;
   love is alluring that; love is rosy this.
                 But hardly anything that 

                 love is a living grain
                 it feels the scotching sun
      it can groin,
      it can complain
      love suffers pain.

                The neglected fact....

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Syrupy dewdrops,
slowly trickle 
down the sides of
a yellow tulip.
And a red blush
tints the bloom,
as though kissed
by the sun's first rays.
Its gilded light pools
like liquid gold,
as translucent cells
absorb color.
And waxen petals
morph, into a
spectacular 
unique flower.
While a sky of blue
hangs in contrast,
for this masterpiece
of living art....

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Radio smashers  kiss
that boy right.
They don’t linger on
his need for syrupy lovin’.
There is no answer
to rejection 
or his grin,
his loosened
passion.
“Come with the intellect 
we give to you, boy.”
He leans on my tight grip
of romance.
There is a RADIO 
in his 
pants. You can try to
follow the wind of sound
but he will never
look beyond the static....

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You don’t look much like a strawberry, moon
But you do look like a shortcake in June
Round and gold and waiting for that sweet mess
Of strawberries and syrupy sugar, oh yes

I can sort of see it now, like a summer dream
Of beaches and carnivals, heaped with whipped cream
Now you’re gleaming white and clean as an empty plate
Right in front of whom I sit hungrily and wait....

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Stinking, gassy
Lady of the night
Flinging your hate
Sharing your plight

Succubus of want
Soft and perfumed
Angel from the depths
How close you have loomed

Syrupy kiss
Dripping with pleasure
A pleasant subpoena
To a fertile treasure

Black double helix
Dressed for the ball
Come on, Witchy!
Give me a call!

Yoked and complete
Drowning in my shame
Dark and lonely son
He knows who to blame...

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Eight degrees currently
I am not concerned
feeding on my sausage corndog
wrapped in syrupy pancake batter
enjoying the warmth of my house
in no hurry to face the bitter winter day
probably a zillion calories in each nibble
do not care in the least
love this marvelous newly found item
found in the frozen Jimmy Dean section
I devour it with gusto 
sated, satisfied and unconcerned....

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Carnivore lay in wait like,
the feline among the sparrows.
“Come sip my nectar,
sweet syrupy elixir
it’s free for the taking,
a desirous sensation
to lull you to sleep”
sings Darlingtonia.

Within ruby pitcher,
tendril awaits,
a cavernous throat
dining on insects,
perhaps a frog or 
tree shrew
for the gullet
of unassuming Cobra Lily,
pitfall trap.


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Here I am
armed with a cell phone
ready to text you
until my fingers drop
until my vision blurs 
until my brain quits
until the setting of the morning sun.

Here I am
armed with a laptop
ready to facebook you
sending you poems
sending you picturesque dreams 
sending you syrupy words
until I've linked up the distance between us.

Dearly Beloved,
Here I am waiting for you till eternity!...

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MADE IN MISSISSIPPI
 Along with...
 Syrupy, sweet, hospitality,
 Downhome, Delta blues,
 And beautiful Magnolia girls;
 Strong family values,
 Unbreakable bonds ,
 And lifelong memories
 Are Made in Mississippi.
 2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
 from My Magnolia Memories and Musings -In Poems 
 Alway, Always Celebrating the South..and promoting a Positive Mississippi 
#Mississippi mississippoems...

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Poison flicks out,
among saccharine promises.

His sugarcoated tongue is tarnish proof.

He holds his tongue.
Where shall he place it?
Idle.
Let it rest.

Give permission to taste encouraging syrupy words.

"Love" is apple pie.
"Wonderful" drips of dark chocolate.
"Sorry "soaks of rich coffee savor.

Do not spew out:
"I hate you!"

Tame speech with righteousness.

Quiet tongues are blessed....

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Listen to poem:

The seas today were not a short, sharp chop
but were syrupy soggy soft like black treacle, 
clinging to the hull like on a spoon, clutching and sticky.
Warily I sailed on, aware of the tenuous tug
and drag of deception in the compliant welcoming.
I, as an alien in the wetness of sea,
knew that the warm softness of the seas's clutch and cuddle
may belie a hidden tumult,
a change of face
on the whim 
of a mere breath
of wind....

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Childhood Days

I’d heap spoonfuls of sugar in my tea
I wouldn’t drink it without it you see
That sweet syrupy drink
Wasn’t poured down the sink
Every single drop was supped up by me!


Adulthood

Dad’s diabetes made me think -
Did I need to sweeten my drink
So I cut sugar out
And I don’t have a doubt
I’m slimmer and I’m in the pink

Contest: Two Lenses
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
02~20~16...

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