Treacle Poems | Examples

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Simper treacle blanched anecdotally. Goofy balm, beardless tease, healthy as a horse, real bee knees.

Indescribable

I can only feel this cold sensation brush against my feet 
The warmth crispen my fingertips 
As you walk on by 

The aromas that I smell around this environment 
My sight 
Indescribable 

I feel enable 
Lesser 
Wasted 

A reject 
A project gone wrong 

What are you? 
What can you bring? 
What can I do? 

My hands clasp sharply around my cane 
Guiding me 
Through this treacle 

Do people laugh at me? 
Look at me? 

Point 
Examine
Judge 

I wouldn't blame if they did - I would do the same - If I was in their shoes 

I am parade of failure 
And nothing more 

Incomprehensible
It fathoms the mind 
Can't translate 

Look through me 
Can you see me 
I am even here 
Do I even exist to you 

I wonder

Wished

Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered	
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price

Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all up
Feeling sick, vowed he would never repeat

He felt very hot and started to fret
From every pore he was pouring with sweat
He went outside to cool down
Some wasps where flying around
And saw his body as a sweet object

He screamed loudly, hollered, blubbered and cried
As the wasps were all stinging him with pride
His body grossly swollen
And dignity now stolen
Wished instead gone for a horse and cart ride

    14.09.23

Burlesque Bernadette

Flagrant bird Bernadette feathery flair flamboyant
     Towers over average plumage 
     Parades tassle twist pantomime pow wow warbonnet
     Cascade costume illuminating

    
     Cheyenne crowned showgirl, a flurry of torso tumult
     Statuesque neck festers fatalism 
     Stiletto weapon punctuates staid with societal revolt
     Rouses a Lady Marmalade rythm 


     Elusive vermilion mouth majestic Bernadette buxom 
     Slinks sequined by beside suited
     Patrons in shadow of taboo troublesome seduction
     Stubble rub struggle translucent 


    Sashaying aves, aloof eaglet suspended in feminine 
    Bouyant slow swirl drape tailed koi
    Hypnotic bronzed bends transmit treacle pheromone
    Concocts a carbonated cider void 






          26th June Too sexy!

Soggy Seas

The seas today were not a short, sharp chop
but were syrupy soggy soft like black treacle, 
clinging to the hull like on a spoon, clutching and sticky.
Warily I sailed on, aware of the tenuous tug
and drag of deception in the compliant welcoming.
I, as an alien in the wetness of sea,
knew that the warm softness of the seas's clutch and cuddle
may belie a hidden tumult,
a change of face
on the whim 
of a mere breath
of wind.

Kismet

Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent
       Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced
       With needing to be nurtured

       
       Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her palms
       A lost Christmas scarab lurid green beetle
       Gripped Flora's taut forearm


       Future she craved wavered toward steely necessity
       Untitled as lucre of lake illusion luminous
       Looming in her frontal lobe


       Angel held urns runneth over, soma sportula pour
       Treacle tips intoxicating as cherry kirsch 
       Accommodation on aileron

       
       Conveyed from kookaburra sarcasm to city suzerain
       Mirror tower monuments collide in clouds
       Encourage worldwide rivalry

      
       Flora's inclination for comfort drives acute delirium 
       Arid Arab cobalt coast melts cultures mosaic
       Gamey gourmet, cutlery gleam

     
       Her new wrist cuffed, convict of antique timepiece
       Lost Duat archived exchange rate temporal
       Khepra hands kissed henceforth 



        
        12th March 2023
        Written for Contest: 'K' Word Challenge 
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Shrove Tuesday Traditionlly

pancakes barbara with cream
a buckwheat galette
haddock,prawn savoury wraps
brandy crepe suzettes
dribbled with treacle
Flip,flip Hoo
Ray!

Tongues

Some languages are fluently translatable
but only by how the mouth
utters and shapes them,
they are too musical to be not sung,
like Gaelic; it was my mother’s tongue
and her grandmother’s elder tongue.

Romani is acoustically spell-binding,
Grandfather was a gypsy
horses naturally understood his voice;
it’s an Indo-Aryan root language
like Yiddish, a colloquial melodia
in Ashkenazi/Aramaic.

My own genetically challenged branch
of a familial tree of tongues
is half-Jewish  – the wrong half.

These lips follow only English,
a language with too many roots,
its tongues are all blended into
a raucous silence.
There are many multilingual wounds
and they all bleed like dark treacle
out of a hide-bound dictionary.

Lament For a Lost Love

She no longer speaks to me 
Since I went and stroked her knee
Being carried away
During afternoon tea
When she went and stole my heart
With beef and two veg
And treacle tart

Treacle

Sickly sickly treacle trickley
seeps on, mouldering down the crock.
Stickily sticky it steadily, trickily
keeps on for many a round of the clock.

I wonder I wonder if I would turn green
Should I gutsily plunder its festering urn,
Or should I desecrate such a picnic-y scene
If I’d gently expire or clamorously burn.

Quickly quickly treacle slickly
Drippily dribbles down onto the floor—
‘Fore I can supply my sick wonder
The trickley treacle has trickled off and is no more.

Meal Manipulation

Letter from the Beeb
Addressed to me by name
Should I grasp the chance
Should I strive for fame?

Hello Fellow Food Mauler
Come and join the Eliite
Bring a clean pinnie anc
Come looking clean and neat. 
To Great British Dinners where 
I really pissed off the host
No matter what they asked for
I served ‘em Beans on toast 
My entree toast and marmite
With just a smear of Marge
With the bread sliced in four 
So it wasn’t all too large.
 
I served treacle on toast
For my simple sweet
A glass of iced water
Made my offering complete 
My menu got ‘em baffled
They didn’t know what to do
It was only by a whisker
They didn’t let me through
I should have been more daring 
And enhanced the main course
Offering  choice of Dark Soy,
Tomato, or Heinz brown sauce

Come cooking on the Tele where
If you told ‘em all it was good
They’d eat fried Elephant dung
Served  on a bit of wormy wood

Sense of Reprieve

yes madness no
i cannot -
hear
for all the talk talk ...
see 
for the smile displays a horror
the 
odoriferous stench 
of the inevitable inimical political scientifical 
is a rough toughie 
I refuse the obligation when the 
taste 
rankles to a treacle so 
keep talking -
while I  
touch 
a leaf 
to  feel my life

Spent

What if the one you need
is the one you never find
lost in a lagoon of lost
the silver freckled mist
hesitant above the black treacle surface
swallowing the stars and
eating the lunar aura
Shadow
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S??po? reflections spawn their finger tendrils
down the hillside
and delve into the gutters
scraping for lights embered dying

People People People

Those with time to the brink are on the irk.
Sincere toadies do not cast magic shirk.
People who have also been hugely hurt.
People tranced with the act of a flirt.

 Firmly, it isn't the genial people who I denied.
They're apt as crucial as the things they hide.
This dreadful wrath has taken over my heart.
 If I grasp them, chew the cud; my hair grows a dart.

You appreciate them, yet they overlook you.
It's tuff to fathom folks who love but fade too. 
People who beget anguish and sadness.
People who say they care but flee in darkness. 

I deplore slugging, furious, proud, and slander people.
People fear honesty; therefore, I sprawl the treacle.


Written: January 08, 2022

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Calliope Lost

Under her magic, honeyed words poured forth
filling his fervent verse with rhyme and wit
for suitors to woo and doxies commit
to carnal indulgence and thus henceforth
as topmost poetaster of the north
his purse was filled with gold and silver bit.
But at autumn's end, away he would split
to rest in warm climes until May the fourth.

Then an El Nino year, when she stayed south
his verse thickened, treacle in climate's scold
his sharp pen, now dull, only rent the page
full of awkward phrases, crude and uncouth
his once bright parlance now tattered and old
as her light shifted to another stage.

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