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Streetlamp

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         []                    ()         tall street lamp hangs high                    
         []                  ((*))       ray rows spread rippling sequins 
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By the Streetlamp

                                             By the Streetlamp


                                    Secrets held by the streetlamp,
                                        Delightful, sad or wicked,
                                  Witness through its deadpan eyes
                                        Of events by its roadside,
                                       As distant stars in the sky,
                                    Are kept in depth of her heart,
                                         With its vows of secrecy,
                                      Never with someone to part.

By the Streetlamp

on our way back from a trip,
got down by the bright streetlamp.
hunger raged, bowels rumbled.
the inviting smell of food,
wafted from nearby cafe.
noodles and spicy meat fry,
with a cup of steaming tea,
titillated our palate.

By The Streetlamp

Contest : Sense Of Taste
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date : July 30, 2025


My dream desire is enticed
by your radiance shimmering
while you stand by the streetlamp,
shape for me passion aura,
resplendent in onyx night.
Flavor of love drapes my sense
with patina of rapture.
Its sequins I soak entranced.

By The Streetlamp

Flavor of eve grows rancid
Neath this lamp where all was sweet
Minty eyes savoring lips
Buffet of emotions thrilled;
But candy coated with lies

You were not mine to relish
Appetizer I the least
On her tart walks on this street.

Contest: Sense Of Taste, Nette Onclaud
July 28, 2025

BY THE STREETLAMP

       most nights . . .  I go for a walk
and rest at an old streetlamp
      one eve-  baked smells floated by
the comfort and warmth of bread ~ ~ ~
              and was back in gran's kitchen . . . 
                        the  s w e e t  aroma a hug
this girl 'savoring' a slice
               with creamy butter  d r i p p i n g . . .

By the Streetlamp

sun-dried, saltwater-rusted
bench sits above cherry bricks
undulating like pan-fried
bacon strips, by the streetlamp
where lazy dogs whine at once
and also lose their bladders
and imagine chuletas
in the beaconed street's limelight

By The Streetlamp

Together by the streetlamp
I hunger for your kisses.
With your tongue exploring mine
As you search deep within me.
Through juicy primal desire
Delicious passions explode.
My wanton urges descend
Unquestioned I then pulsate.

- By The Streetlamp -

                               Those pancakes look delicious
                             Street food under the street lamp
                                 just right around the corner
                              The sweet scent wafts in the air
                               that fills the mouth with water
                                     Perceived as satisfying
                               Freshly baked with strawberry
                                  ... closer to heaven feeling

By The Streetlamp

The dark of night does not know
the light as it curates dawn
of a new day rising bright 
with a sweetened smorgasbord 
of color touching the tongues 
of nature thirsty for hope
in a world gone dry with hate
seasoned with our children's blood.

BY THE STREETLAMP

I gorge on black ink shadows
and gulp down silver moon beams
delectable, saporous
by the streetlamp marinade
me hallucinating art
on a diet of glow world 
hue imbued hungry brushstrokes 
dream garnish o'er starlit feast

By The Streetlamp

Standing beneath a streetlamp 
At my hometown country fair 
An odor so refreshing 
Was lingering through the air 
Thinking about my sweetheart 
With my hands upon her hips 
And feeling my heart; beating  
From the flavour of her lips

By The Streetlamp

the saltiness of my tears
drips upon my lips and tongue
after rolling down my face
from the blandness of our love
that was a savored passion
until the dawn of heartbreak
when our portions of love changed
and love became spoiled and cold

By The Streetlamp

Written: July 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud

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Salted lips confect rust melt,
In my mouth hangs mango smoke.
Bread with oil seeps bitter gloom,
citrus spews on copper tongues.
Vanilla beats in the haze,
ash stays like razed molasses.
The lamp spills sweets on your chin,
my thirst croons of gold and grit.

BY THE STREETLAMP

Upright fluorescent streetlamp
Kind host of the village boys
Sweet memories twined with it
Cycling around the pole base
Playing hours with friends under
Mouth watering snacks nearby
Chat with girlfriend in starburst
As yummy as vendor’s trays!

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