Toothsome Poems

Toothsome Subject

“Why is it called a toothbrush?”
(he asked rhetorically)
as I use it to brush more than one
it makes no sense to me
surely 'teethbrush' would be correct
for dental care and gums
so from now on that's what I'll use
to remove food residue between my teeth
while I still have some

Television News Reporter

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Lambkin

Shall I liken you to a leg of lamb?
You are more toothsome than marrow bone.
Though cuds do crop in Jersey cow and ram,
And all have great fondness for spam and prawn.
On winters cusp, hot roast lamb reigns sublime,
And often the gravy broth most slurpy;
And juicy parts fine as most fine wine,
By chance, both your legs are shapely;
Let not our leggy longings limply fade,
Nor droop to bagginess nor wilt or falter,
Nor lambkin legs brag on being so well made,
When in time all pegs wither and alter.
    So long as there are gams to praise and thanks,
    So do I, love your thighs above all other shanks

The Halloween Cat

The Halloween Cat

I am small, I am deadly
and fleet as the breeze
none hear me approaching
and not a soul sees.
With my claws razor sharp
and my bright toothsome grin
I will catch you, my lovelies
and gobble you in.

Oh the bats are so ugly
for such is their fate,
and yet seem so lovely
when served on a plate;
they glide ever faster
they flap round my ears.
I will catch you, my lovelies,
it all ends in tears.

My mistress is blessed 
with a loud, fearsome laugh,
hair like a bird’s nest
and neck like a giraffe’s;
With wrist-dragging walk
and a terrible stare -
I love you, my mistress
For I know you care

I am small, so I fit
on the end of her broom;
we go out when the night
is as cold as the tomb,
and her terrible laugh
scares the fairies away;
We see you, my pretties,
we’ll catch you one day.

Hot Passing Weather

The visitation of that unpleasant side of life is here
comes with a series of pain is this compulsory treasure hunt
issues grow fat and fetch more corn meal from our distresses
the skin is seared but patience never stops rolling
surrendering to be the devil’s toothsome victim
for struggles to eat the soul to complete discomfort
fire is inhaled, dense smoke, exhaled
as the mind desperately finds cover under the liver
the only options are bitter flavours or sour syrups
then more problems on existing ones superpose
redemption looks, shakes its head and ignores flatly
the mind goes casual for each thorn to drop
but challenges end on those who are permanently frozen
so holding onto the strongest pole is the only way out
suffering’s surveillance gradually blocked and debugged
this phase ends as character is healed from rickets

Hot Passing Weather

The visitation of that unpleasant side of life is here
comes with a series of pain is this compulsory treasure hunt
issues grow fat and fetch more corn meal from our distresses
the skin is seared but patience never stops rolling
surrendering to be the devil’s toothsome victim
for struggles to eat the soul to complete discomfort
fire is inhaled; dense smoke, exhaled
as the mind desperately finds cover under the liver
the only options are bitter flavours or sour syrups
then more problems on existing ones superpose
redemption looks, shakes its head and ignores flatly
the mind goes casual for each thorn to drop
but challenges end on those who are permanently frozen
so holding onto the strongest pole is the only way out
suffering’s surveillance gradually blocked and debugged
this phase ends as character is healed from its rickets.

In Praise of Crunchy Things

Our God be praised for crunchy things, He weaves
Benediction to our senses - bounteous gift
The crunch of acorns, crackle of the leaves
Neath frosted cautious foot steps given lift

No more soft salad days in sunlit field
Now taste buds come alive and cue desire
For fare more robust challenge as we yield 
Our choice, alimentation to the fire

Then what the oven! what the grill! the heat!
To metamorphose dull food catalogue
To scrumptious toothsome sustenance replete
With crackling why not go the wholesome hog

Transformed by sensual pleasure as we munch
We’re moved to a higher being with the crunch

Beam Rider

High above gray Manhattan’s marge,
‘Midst toothsome towers in the sky, 
A construction crane there looms large,
Dwarfing the crowds of passersby.

A new building grows, rising high,
Clouding another patch of sky.
A tower for trade will arrive
Where businesses may fail or thrive.

An unsung Mohawk warrior,
And an iron-ribbed Spartan crane,
Raising stanchions; bolting girders,
Work in harmony on the frame.

Clutching the cables of the crane,
Beam rider goes where most aren’t fain;
Riding angled steel slabs, held tight,
High aloft, nearly out of sight.

In their union, we may marvel:
From out of an architect’s dreams,
Row by row; level by level,
They unfold a right-angled frame.

And when the beam rider has gone,
Who will recall his days bygone?
For those who make real others’ dreams,
That is the way it goes, it seems.

Toothsome

after William Carlos Williams

My husband and daughter sleep
blind to the bleach 
of street lamps
and every wellspring headlight sluicing 
the dark

Pre-dawn but this cavity
chants of you —

Don’t smile
Don’t smile
Better to tongue 
the deep, empty groove

I rise, pirouette across
cold parquet
The kitten shadows me 
so we waltz until 
it is time to commit

Keys under fingers 
twitch, twitch
and my page glows as the black
prowls into this gentled grey

the taste of a cached penny
behind compressed lips

Hold your breath
make my wish

Chocolate

A dark, round perception of a food
Get into your mouth – quickly;
Please eat it, don’t be rude
I know you’re in trouble, because it is pricey

You are the vein and muscle of my arm
But how about some healin’ like a chocolate;
Don’t be scared of the harm
Anyway, it’s not a big bockelet

Some tea and bread for an instance
Get it in your mind for the future
I know this sounds something madness
But I just want you to know that we are mutual

An eye for an eye will only make the world blind
The blindness we can’t even know
Take as many as you want, never mind
At the kitchen, there’s plenty more

For the sake of going out to the outside world
I travel far; picked up a red charming locket;
Just to make sure you don’t make a rebel
I had leave you some toothsome chocolate

That Evening Kiss On Your Subtle Lips, That Kiss Was the Sparkle

That awesome evening kiss,
It was the glide among the evening stars
A vantage of the full moon
The picturesqueness of the setting sun
That kiss was the soporific sparkle
A flight through the promised paradise
What an evening experience it was
Eruption of ultimate passion and bliss

That wasn’t just my alluring lips onto yours
Such an incomprehensible surge it was
It was a poem onto your syrupy and luscious lips
With every deep breath you recited the ebony lines
Every breath had the stanzas flowing with fluidity
Every gentle rub on our overlapping lips had the rhythm
Our tongues’ fiery embers rubbed that evening
So toothsome that I never wished for the finish line

With such an enchanting moment I felt my blood flow
So rosy, so gentle you flew my world with ease and charm
With the sparkle I grew immortal as your fingers tickled my skin
With my mind and heart stopping were pheromones from our skins
By now a delectable fountain sizzled away full of wishes
You swept away all the dandelions as my bones grew spongy
So rosy and gentle that gardens of pleasure yearned for some
That evening kiss gave me a night of bliss.

http://mymomentsofink.wordpress.com/

Gone Forever

1.
From a happy childhood, safe and loved,
I’ve come a long, long way.
But I recall those toothsome times
with sunshine all the day.
The woes and troubles of the world,
were kept from my young ears.
Ogres were only in story books
and were no cause for fears.

2.
Young children snatched from out our yards
and spirited away.
The freedom that I had in youth
cannot be theirs today.
This lovely world God gave us has 
been almost destroyed by war.
It truly seems a grievous sin
to be happy anymore.
When there is hunger everywhere
and illness, sadness, tears,
even a beloved home is not
a refuge from our fears.

3.
It’s been ten years September Eleven,
since complete madness  began.
Our safe world is gone forever
caused by savagery of man.

Christmas Treats

Again, 'tis that glorious season of the year,
For sharin' love and spreadin' holiday cheer!
Time for my dear spouse to begin her ever-lovin',
Bakin' of toothsome delicacies in her trusty oven!

Some of Grandma's recipes are used in this enterprise,
'Specially the one for her scrumptious pecan pies!
She bakes a fruit cake of which I'll taste just a tittle,
But I'll sure sink my choppers into lots of peanut brittle!

An elaborate Victorian gingerbread house is created,
And cakes so soaked in rum I'll surely be inebriated!
There are spritz cookies of every size and shape.
Calories abound in the penuche over which I go ape!

A Yule tradition is a cookie call snickerdoodles.
Of these and pralines I can eat oodles and oodles!
Aromas waftin' about the house nearly drive me daffy,
As she makes cookies, walnut fudge and molasses taffy!

I'm allowed the bliss of the pots and pans to scrape,
But beyond that from the kitchen I must escape!
To sample all that stuff my palate is just itchin',
But I'm unceremoniously invited out of the kitchen!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Double Draculas--Toil & Trouble

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                                            Gruesome
                                            Toothsome



Inspired by Donna Golden's Footle contest

Time To Take Tylenol

There's tom, turning turgid today.  Tenderness to the thought tabulator.  Terrible 
torture today, take that to tinsel town!  Twords turn this turkey to  tom's torrid tale 
telling true torch tunes.  Take two tylenol, turn toothsome televivion teleplay to 
tomorrow's tomography, twice told tales tell the truth. Touche'!!
(told ya I iz nutz!)

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