Raw is the best Honey
I don't like processed
and filters ruin a good photo-
Words alone could not stress
how holding tightly lets it go
And the precepts of old;
timeless in their wisdom
But conception lost foretold
in flitting light dwindle come
Infusing confusion to know
Raw Honey is the best
like a diary written once
without recap or proofreading's regress;
captures the leaps and the stunts
of a heart recounted
needing less fluff than truth in blunt
compounded
Pretty words for pretty Poems
- generally about love and waste,
regret and passion - but just this once
and only in a while, I prefer a taste
of the raw inception of persona thus
- A simpler rout to honest smile
Poetry flows forth from the human soul
but the souls that savor
such flavoring found in rawness
moments chance in fuming rancor
mixed in bowl of multichoice shortness
- Upon inspection,
a face too rough for presentation without
invasive correction
Perhaps it breaks the means
and perhaps it should be so
But nothing ripened when was green
and washing embers do not make them
glow
Love is nice, and Happiness too,
it's place is carved sweet and runny
contrary spur, it must be true
I simply prefer the taste of Raw Honey
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
Raw is the best Honey
I don't like processed
and filters ruin a good photo-
Words alone could not stress
how holding tightly lets it go
And the precepts of old;
timeless in their wisdom
But conception lost foretold
in flitting light dwindle come
Infusing confusion to know
Raw Honey is the best
like a diary written once
without recap or proofreading's regress;
captures the leaps and the stunts
of a heart recounted
needing less fluff than truth in blunt
compounded
Pretty words for pretty Poems
- generally about love and waste,
regret and passion - but just this once
and only in a while, I prefer a taste
of the raw inception of persona thus
- A simpler rout to honest smile
Poetry flows forth from the human soul
but the souls that savor
such flavoring found in rawness
moments chance in fuming rancor
mixed in bowl of multichoice shortness
- Upon inspection,
a face too rough for presentation without
invasive correction
Perhaps it breaks the means
and perhaps it should be so
But nothing ripened when was green
and washing embers do not make them
glow
Love is nice, and Happiness too,
it's place is carved sweet and runny
contrary spur, it must be true
I simply prefer the taste of Raw Honey
