Short Toast Of Poems
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He thought he’d be the toast of town,
Though most just see him as a clown,
Wasn’t invited to royal wedding ball,
Now not even to McCain’s funeral.
in this small village,
we have but one diner
I've sampled their menu before
and have but one complaint
the toast they serve with breakfast
seems like it came from bread
baked at the time of Ramses II
Celestial body
A fixed point of light
Astrological
Personality
Cosmos mystery
self luminous
toast of Broadway
celebrity
dreamer’s delight
destiny
gaseous
Hollywood
actor
great mass
star
Chartreuse with envy
In your shadow I walk
You're the toast of the town
The whole world will talk
Fame and fortune bound
And well on your way
Your star will shine on
While I waste away
The advent candle is lit again
The Christmas cards are writ again
Beneath the tree gifts sit again
We’ve overspent a bit again
The Christmas table is set again
Our loved ones are met again
We drink a toast of wet again
And say merry Christmas yet again
Form:
It's the New Year's boom
with colored fireworks lauding,
the toast of the town.
The proud, old guard has vanished,
with its dreams, yet unvanquished.
Hues light the plum night;
'midst crash and bang in the skies.
Starry-eyed moon glows.
The past's still following me,
but only in memory.
Lawn furniture flavored ice cream
served in moxa cups
Candied eyes of freshwater bream
pickled bushdog pups.
Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick
grilled upon the deck
Woven rope with cat head and brick
hung about your neck.
Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat
badminton played widdershins
A toast of poison without antidote
barefoot on needles and pins.
Your good love strengthens bones like sunshine
My nose, a rose, a toast of red wine
The great flames of passion licking hot
though evenings grow, firsts sometimes forgot
Forgot that tender morn our eyes met
Hot with extraordinary sweat, wet
Wine, a blush cabernet, sparkling smiles
Sunshine spotless, a wonderful while
Would I forget Heaven's first advent
Happy Mother’s Day!
Hooray, should I say?
Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool
I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least–
and the platinum pillows from whence they came
Whizzing by like my long four years of fame,
Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew
Oh no, I must go
She’s as happy as a blobfishy
How was I to know
Her special day was two months ago?
one lovely morning
warm smile,fresh air
light talks,
day dreaming.
A toast of love,
a scent of aroma
soothing in my membrane
creamy and sweet,
a perfect moment indeed.
Christmas tree you smell so fine
lovely essence of the pine
decorations hung onyour limbs
delicate ornaments as your trim
lights are strung with careful hands
tossing tinsel makes it grand
holidays smells of sugar "n" spice
children sneaking a tasty bite
holidays come just once a year
friends "n" family happily here
giving everyone a toast of cheer
all in merriment we hold dear.
Only Leaves
Their numbers are overwhelming
golden and brown transversing my path.
I abandon every one in each step forward.
Green lives, lived,finally
fallen to the battlefield of my morning walk,
some burning red, the last fire extinguished.
Others are dry and crisp,
burnt toast of maples,
drifting and rolling as Mariah scoots them.
Is it the wind;
or are these pointy little corpses
positioning for Halloween tricks?
As a girl in my teen I did stray
to the circus I did run away
I wanted to fly
high in the sky
But, Mother wanted me to dance ballet!
Yes Debbie-Do flew upon a trapeze
in sequined tights with a rod 'tween her knees
her hair in a tail
her cleavage unveiled
I was the toast of the town if you please!
As I preened on the platform up high
and powdered my two hands and my thighs
one fine reporter
said I really aughta
Try out for the circus in Shanghai.
Rude but sweet
You break the pipe of ice cream
With the smile of cheese I saw
the cartoon of rolling clever sweet
little girl for the fight of atracting the
image below the house of heart
without a word you said I am still in
the part of my life and don't worry
about my feelings because it's rude
but sweet for you......
I finish the sense of your word
which is pure and simple like your
rude but sweet toast of kissi cakes
With love all
Jagdish bajantri