Short Tastier Poems
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Tingling of tongue sent Euripides
Questing a tastier kind of cheese.
"I found cheddar magical,"
Said this poet tragical,
"Sailing the southern antipodes.”
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."
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.
plopping down ‘midst marshmallow grounds
the bunnies advanced by leaps and bounds
ahead of the hounds who the marshmallows found
~ tastier than bunnies pound-for-pound
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
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.
Nori Potpourri!
Pooh brightens by her smile,
All need Nori’s pearl white teeth,
Eye twinkle, greeting dimple,
An elegant yet humble style!
A spiritual treat,
More nutritious than food simple,
Your smile is fuel for a mile!
Warming hearts by friendly heat,
Shelter great, more than a mere temple,
Comforting Tom, Koneh & All as a tropic isle!
Laugh lines tastier than meat,
Brings joy ample,
Free! in Nori’s checkout aisle!
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.
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
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