Short Tastier Poems

so Tastier than wine,
       further delicious than cheese ...
         when savoring your kiss....

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Oil, gas and coal
Energize my life
(Going, going, going),
Fulfill my happy soul!

Oil is sweeter than honey,
Gas tastier than dew.
Ask my engine.
"It's true."...

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In the jungle the daddy tiger promptly filed
A thought in his head, he had suddenly dialed.
Easier to attack animals who are mild
Made family a tastier week, home in the wild....

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Once there was a right dandy dude from New York
He dined each day on the finest loin of pork
Never met a pig he did not admire,
Roasting on a flaming barby fire
Made even tastier by the pop of the cork.

May 23, 2021...

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The temptation is so easy
The cost cheaper than money
The moment is very funny
The idea so sunny
         Yummy for tummy
Lets do the hokey pokey 
Cheating becoming cozy
        Okey dokey
But there are fumes, and smells phony
        Hooey...

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You’ll eat anything:
the closer to death the better.
I think you prefer me half dead:
the fainter my pulse,
the tastier I am.

But I won’t let you gorge
on my thin bones anymore;
these pale remains are mine.
I’ll love, and try to live,
to kill your appetite....

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You’ll eat anything:
the closer to death the better.
I think you prefer me half dead:
the fainter my pulse,
the tastier I am.

But I won’t let you gorge
on my thin bones anymore;
these pale remains are mine.
I’ll love, and try to live,
and kill your appetite....

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Chef rabbit’s specialty was lovely, marvelous cabbage-carrot stew.
One year there was a drought, and he did not know what to do.
No cabbage anywhere around, okay, maybe he could scrounge up two.
He substituted lettuce, and it was tastier, on a scale, twenty-two....

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Chef rabbit’s specialty was lovely, marvelous cabbage-carrot stew.
One year there was a drought, and he did not know what to do.
No cabbage anywhere around, okay, maybe he could scrounge up two.
He substituted lettuce, and it was tastier, on a scale, twenty-two.
...

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Offerings to the cat goddess
As she goes, sniffing bundles,
Perhaps catmint or other tasties;
Tastier still the ladies
Love and care for her
Black and white feline friend.
In the end
All offerings and toys
Substitute for the boys
That so annoy
The mistress of cats!...

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The hot dripping molten chocolate
An ecstasy for lovers and maniac
Could there be a better bait
Or a tastier aphrodisiac
A chocoloveaic dips and sips
This manna from heaven
Licking dewy wet lips
A pleasure pure and pagan
The monk to madness turns
A devout to paganism
When desire for chocolate burns
Into the hearts of simple organism...

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a strange like feeling
unknown so far,
pierced through me,
with hollowness
of the years, in true.

yet, the life as such,
in a jiffy, gone and flew
that I lived alone
as one in the crew.

its flavour tastier
and rhythm smoother,
when a new shoot
of renunciation grew.

the real happiness,
as I felt, in the detachment 
and the stark joy in the fullest,
that was only for me and a few....

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Babble bear looked big and blustery and burly.
His eyes were large, and his hair was straight, not curly.
His fur was thick, and his snot was shiny and large.
He loved daisies, and the florist always said “no charge”
So, he got a bunch of honeycombs and took some in.
He put it on the counter and said, “this is a win.”
You keep giving me daisies and I will bring you honey.
It’s a lot tastier than that green yucky stuff you call money....

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Would you let me go hunting again? 
Would you? 
For my tender arms will be abused 
By the wants of many foxlike men 
Who lure in flesh yet crawl back to hunger 
To seek newer and tastier flesh 

Would you let me go searching again? 
Would you? 
For amongst those vultures i shall be a dove 
So build me a nest and keep nestling me 
For your gentle loving has prepared me not 
To seek romance in the arms of another 

By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese 

Lizdiamond Poetry World...

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En Mi Viejo San Juan!
 *In My Old San Juan"
      
      ~I Just Dreamt~
Of an old, delicious flame
from Puerto Rico.
Strutting in his own unique,
Very sexy way. 

Perfect hair, perfect suit.
Oh, he was just stunning.
Gliding, it seemed with his,
tall and oh, so perfect body.

His soft, dark skin too perfect 
to describe.
His lips, tastier than the best 
cotton candy!
Wonderful memories of you,
Rodolfo from San Juan!
Memories that are quite randy!



August 14, 2019...

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