desultery
make-believe
festooned
in
patterns
of
.pleasured
opulence
a
cornucopia
of
hedonist
innovation
flourishing
interludes
of seismic
seranades
embracing
sumptious
magnificence
AN OPEN FORM uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,& relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood thus is inherently variable.
Categories:
sumptious, senses,
Form: Verse
MIRRORS
gently arranged
in
turning points
extravagant
arrays
of
tapestry
in
sumptious
similarity
tangles
of
feelings
in
metaphorical
fantasies
of thoughts
perception
in abundant
allusion
eccentric
spectacle
of unstructured
chaos
in
spontaneous
symmetry
Categories:
sumptious, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Eyes lie upon precious eyes
his stare, her star, afar
shining in the nightime sky
a closeness they both share
Winds blow in an open window
carrying the faintest of scents
thoughts roam within the midnight
to places where love has never went
There's a tap upon your shoulder
whispers softly call your name
easing nearer your sumptious body
where dreams will never be the same
Categories:
sumptious, love,
Form: Rhyme
Hey, son, Mom is outside,
so I'm off to cook for myself a bowl of sumptious mee...
She is the Minister of Kitchen,
I wouldn't dare cramp her style if I wish for my very own bowl of mee...
Pardon me if you should feel famish,
If next I upload a picture of my finished bowl of mee..
Slurp! Bound to be super duper delicious,
For all the various ingredients to be found in Mom's Kitchen...
Recipe? Naw, what recipe are you thinking aloud,
My taste buds are blessed to appreciate only the very best...
When Mom is out of her kitchen,
I am the Maestro of jumbled dishes that my tastebuds sing out in praises...
I dare say nowhere can you find a bowl of mee like mine,
So tasty and delicious, mouth watering in appearance and smooth in texture..
Ya, ya, you are right... you know much better..
My bowl of mee is just a pack of instant noodle off the shelf in Mom's fridge..!
Categories:
sumptious, cheer up, cool, dad,
Form: Light Verse
Here in the tropics, fans provide a built-in breeze,
their wind so gentle, laps one’s knees, and butterflies,
gentian blue, fly to sip the morning’s dew
Palm fronds large, and bamboo plants, fight to
scoop unwary ants; and deep below the surface soil
millipedes in moisture coil
Farmers small with tanned, taught-skin, fight to
curb their cows’s chagrin, bouncing udders,
mud-caked hooves, moos that sound the fight begin!
A laughing sun it rains hard down, heat to bake the
foreigners’ frown, while locals hide beneath the shade,
dogs yet not eaten, pant in glade
Traders ask you,” where you from?” repeated mantra
lingers on, and if you think they are your friend, you'll
warm their hearts, when you spend
But’s not for me to predicate, that sumptious missal’s
far too late; I rest and dream in fan’s cool breeze,
while lover’s hand, I gently squeeze.
Categories:
sumptious, peace,
Form: Verse