Tastes Poems

TASTES OF PARADISE

We are blessed to have a home in Florida…not too far from the water…
where we find it’s nice…when we take a walk together to think…
this must be paradise.

We are blessed to have a family cabin in the mountains of North Carolina…
where we find it’s nice when we take a walk together to think…
this must be

Wine Tastes Better Aged

Flourished and nourished,
hair locks resembling branches,
I gaze as it dances —
when blowing, he looks glowing.

Twenty years had passed,
but still, I last.
I may have ripened,
but I'm still the same berry, same fruit,
slightly fragmented, a little indented,
not demented.

You got a sample of me when I was at my prime,
taught a few tricks — oh, to replay our

Night Tastes Like

Night Tastes Like

Night tastes like:

Hot, black coffee
freshly perked.

Dark pumpernickel bread
fresh out of the oven.

Sweet black licorice
stringy kind of course.

A thick slice of
Mississippi mud pie.

A piece of dark chocolate
slightly bitter.

Dark bottom shoefly pie
made with black strap molasses.

The sense of taste can
heighten our sense of
imagination.

*shoefly pie is Pennsylvania Dutch type of pie made with molasses*

A drug that works, tastes well too

Who knows his mind, may not his good, 
Who knows his good, may not his mind,
Rare is a learned with good heart,
A drug that works, tastes well’s rare kind.           
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Translation |26.10.2024|good heart, good mind 

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of

he had expensive tastes

the cat was Rubenesque
He was rotund
He was round
He was stuck up
We thought he was hilarious
He had expensive tastes
Insisted on only the best treats and foods
His wives were not laughing

Winston Tastes Good

Winston tastes good like a knock knock cigarette should.
See the USA in a Chevrolet, visit Dinah Shore along the way.
But be sure and be toting some Chesterfield Lights.
So we can be sexy and sultry on these winter nights.

The Marlboro Man is waiting just around the next bend.
When you see him, blow some smoke rings up

Blended Tastes

   navel oranges
      fell into a grape vineyard ~
        viva sangria

it tastes like chicken

.

          Listen to mine
              lip's slip
               chickie

            

Tastes Like Home

The salmon tasted like the seashore, 
like salty air and gulls crying,
flying overhead on the cold breeze. 

It tasted like relatives coming together
around a picnic table, laughing,
talking as the feast is spread,
as the ocean stretches endlessly right beside us. 

It tasted like lobster, red and spiny,
like melted butter and messy hands slipping,
gripping a metal nutcracker

Different Tastes

We all have very different tastes
In books and art and food,
In where we live and what we do
To lift a sagging mood.

The way we dress, our travel plans
And when we sleep and wake,
Our politics, religion
And the purchases we make.

What’s right for me most likely
Wouldn’t work as well for you,
So each of us must choose our

Tastes Like Chocolate

“‘Walden' is so indigestible that many hungry people abandon it because it makes them mildly sick, each sentence  being an anchovy spread, and the whole thing too salty and nourishing for one sitting.” - E.B. White

I want to write you a poem
that tastes a little bit more like
orange slices, cooked with brown sugar
and covered

Hearts Garden

HEART’S GARDEN
What plants you grow
In your heart’s garden
Depend on the seeds you sow
What fruit you bear 
In your heart’s garden
Depend on the kind of care

If the flowers grow bright
And the fruit tastes right
You can put your mind at rest
But if weeds you’ve got
And the fruit should rot
You haven’t done your best

Though the Lord is the

Rooms Apart; and Tastes, Aesthetic

Mine, full of old clutter.
But cultured!
Mahogany chaired.
Mantel-clocked.
Beneath whose framing's gold
As quaintly curved Age-locked
Grand pictured.

Laughingly echoed through
By contrast
Placing a price on
As worthy
Is this: of an open plan's
Nouveau riche buying spree.
Does not last.

Tastes and Desires

TASTES&DESIRES

take form
  feeling
inibited
but unchaperoned

authenticity
 shaping insights
 & sensibilities

an unfathomable
     enigma

 security
recalled
remembered
proposed in
dreams
devotion
  ensuring
desires awakened

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

- Tastes Good Feels Good -

                                       Under frozen soil
             

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