Short Whetted Poems

Cheeks: apple skin shined
Hair: flaxen golden threaded
Lips: petulant pout
Eyes: dark sea currents whetted
Date: Circa 1903....

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These anonymous ‘debs’, Mr. Pettit;
My curiosity indeed has been whetted.
If I number among
This talented throng,
For your admiration, I’m indebted....

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She felt utterly drenched 
 in his intoxicating  poetry
whetted her insatiable
   hunger for allegories'
     drunken semblances,
quenched an arid thirst  
     parched of reality,
as she fully indulged 
  a 'roused appetite
amidst gratifying
    brandied fruits &
abundantly aromatic spice
      of his arduous delights...

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Sadness.
My aching heart
strains to pump
its crimson life
and thus maintains
the whetted blade,
in dark forbode,
upon my neck. 

And tears,
whose flow
might ransom
my tormented mind,
lie dormant as
dry and
withered seeds
upon unyielding stone.

Might, instead,
I someday rise
and gaze transfixed
into the wholesome sky
with feelings of
forgotten love
that dare to
live again....

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A Big Thanks to General





           cHemicals  
            Explosive
        muNitions
           fRagments
   artillerY
                

            Shards
          wHetted
         buRsting
           tApered
            Projectile
       spliNtered
      jaggEd
      metaL




                                               Sunshine Williams...

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Chef Bourdain  
1956-2018

Surf and turf, a sardine in tin; will travel. 
Your downward spiral 
Magnanimity that whetted our appetite 
Fans everywhere you excite. 
Consumed the exotic and 
consumed by erotic specialty dishes. 
Five mother sauces to haute cuisine 
Mouthwatering too obscene 
You've come to your exit; I hope it’s delicious!
I celebrate you, it’s all been nutritious....

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there is a warmer feeling
To end a happy day
a heightened edge of satisfaction
Whetted honed to slice to peeling
dulled down senses self defences 
like a pair of scratchy lenses
helping insights to unfold
and enfold the mess and clutter
That we mutter as we utter
To better this our day of action 
gaining traction. As reaction 
to feeling kindly certain 
It is good to end this way
Sets in...

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A Christmas Remembered

A winter’s morn; the earth is
still. Leaves and grass gleam virgin
white as vapours shroud the distant
hill. Birds forage in field and
wood where the pond is steel. The
sharpened air, a whetted knife,
reveals to me my lover’s
breath. God – I see her very
life! We spread our pence beneath
the tree, but love is all the
gift we need, and love is free....

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Rain made no apologies to sun
as it satiated a whetted appetite,
opined it was the right of nature
unconditionally given dispensation
by Mother Earth's nurturing favor
of life-giving creative indulgences,
whereon flower's blooming accolades
truly know the opulence of its essence,
whilst aroused poet's inspired reveries
ever shine 'neath abundant cloudbursts


 Anyone who thinks that sunshine is pure happiness,
 has never danced in the rain. -- unknown...

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I walked languidly through autumn,
Amongst a wind 
That came at me like a whetted knife,
And crisp brown leaves that
Had gathered like old sailors
Jostling for one final parade;
All dressed in their best 
Green and brown and autumn coppers.

I followed the birds south,
Past bejewelled webs
And leafy drifts

Thinking of you,
Somewhere;
Your face framed
By hair the colour of deepest night -
- But your heart,
Forever in autumn
Dancing and laughing 
In our cinnamon memories 
And oranges for eyes....

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My good mornings get better upon that first cup of morning brew
makes my sense of smell tingle in anticipation
as my appetite is whetted
for further stimulation
from the
bitter smacking bean

good mornings are  tolerable
with a cup of steaming Java
be it a latte, mocha Java, Americano or what have u
and I give homage to 
this seemingly innocuous bean
which contains a powerhouse of alertness and verve

Good morning  good morning indeed
it's going to be a good one
my spirit freed...

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