My morning ritual cannot be called complete
Without cereal & coconut milk --unsweet! :-)
Oct. 8, 2023
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Coconuts Poetry Contest
Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, November 5, 2023
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
unsweet, food,
Form: Couplet
Let my life be filled with peace
Let me not be filled with anger
Let me not speak unkind words to sour someone else's soul
Let me always consider other's and be kind to those who crosses my way
Let my energy be positive and calm
Without causing other's any great harm
Let me think before I speak as I do not want
To smell or reek of anything unhealthy and Unsweet.
Categories:
unsweet, anger, conflict, peace,
Form: Free verse
Death be not proud
Life then takes not long
an ever felt pain
proud must not be
death
as a foe
cursed your existence is
a why question is born
left us unaided
careless you
unfair you
death not be
death be not
as now
your presence hated
unwanted
unsweet
be not proud
taking our loved ones so early
Oh
no
it is an ever felt pain
of death
that must not be proud.
Drencho POET Loads
Categories:
unsweet, death,
Form: Personification
My love’s sole parts I’ll never itemize,
To hack and chop proves meet for butcher’s meat,
And corpses, coroners anatomize.
Why part my sweet when each sole part’s unsweet?
Remove a piece, and make a saint a beast,
Their nothingness proves unsubscribable.
Completes all peace, my love’s an always feast,
Her everything proves indescribable.
But perjury to swear against my actions!
My poems partly catalog her portions.
What mean I now to fear component fractions?
The truth's impeached to live with freed distortions.
My whole life’s dead if when I try her heart,
With soulless dread I prove I’m not a part.
Categories:
unsweet, love,
Form: Sonnet
Making uneven faces as you sit displeased
Something unsweet has you sour
With adoration.I try to console
Beginning to hold, shockingly pushed away
What has become of us?
The navigators have become lost
This quest has changed us dramatically
Categories:
unsweet, adventure, journey, july, poets,
Form: Free verse
By the mention of its name,
various ideas cross ur mind,
right from its bumpy body,
to its inner sore taste,
U decide on what to concentrate on,
U can see its use lyk medicine,
Digestion aid,cold control,
And even for some aids in sliming,
U can also see it in another way,
As unsweet,unhealthy,also ugly,
It upon u to decide whether to,
Have it as a lemon or ,
Modify it and make a lemonade,
The same case applies to ur life,
Many are the times it offers u
lemons in form of challenges,
So choose what to make out of what
u got!
Categories:
unsweet, adventure
Form: ABC
She pours the beans in the most graceful way
Makes one think she has a way with the coffee beans.
There is triumph in the way she stirs.
The clinking of her spoon to the glass is music
Therapeutic to my feeble core.
No one does it better, I know.
The aroma, lacking her, is unappealing.
The sugar is unsweet if her hands not serving it.
That coffee in a bucks claiming to be a star
Is nothing to my world.
The warmth of mother's coffee is like her hands touching my soul
Yearning for a sip or a brew or a talk.
And the taste she knows not what my tongue desires
But by my heart in its brimming gratitude.
Categories:
unsweet, love, mother,
Form: Verse
The day he took me to Starbucks
I figured I was gaining in luck
Then all he did was complain
How the coffee wasn't humane
It wasn't fit for human comsumption
The tasty treat was dry, their gumption
In serving such unpalatable treat
Oh well, another date now unsweet
Starbucks I still love you even though
Have to get decaffeinated coffee drink slow
Nathan thanks for the challenge
Contest: Coffee House
Categories:
unsweet, food, health, love,
Form: Couplet
It binds firmly
Leaving no room to ramble
Of an unsweet taste it is
Yet in naivety we hasten to taste of it
Until the flesh of our tender hearts
Are scarred by its unrelenting grip
The memories forever tattooed on our souls
But then it becomes too late
Wriggling out becomes an utmost impossibility
A thought of breaking through is arrant nonsense
So we writhe in pain
Waiting for soothe to come
Endless the pain may seem
But only after a while, yea! a while
It unbinds itself
And gradually it does
Leaving room for the bruised flesh to heal
The scars however are indelible
A reminiscent of the shackles of love.
Categories:
unsweet, love
Form: Lyric
The voice of a moth was all to come out
when I meant to to say I hate this life.
I meant to scream it with all the genetic coding
that allows such well developed emotions,
but what really happened in the time span of
those few seconds was a desperate little whimper
only the caged schnauzer
in a car at Wal-Mart could hear.
The poor little beast looked at me
knowing what I really meant
as I dropped my bottles of unsweet tea,
glass, liquid, pavement, all meshing around my feet
as I sighed at where my life had led me.
Cursing my way to the Honda I call home,
I saw the schnauzer call me a little priss
as he strained to reach the insufficient crack in the window.
While seeing his eyes close for the last time and
his bowels releasing themselves in his final act of defiance,
I wondered who the hell was I to complain.
Categories:
unsweet, animals, caregiving, philosophy, sympathy,
Form: Free verse