#acquired - Hello Poetry

And to those very special few who have acquired a taste of me: Know my poetry is an acquired taste, So come, dear one, close approach Place your tongue in my mouth. Pace yourself, there is so much, Spoke and unwritten, spritely spirited, That fruitions only when ‘tis spittle-shared. Flick your tongue-tip onto mine, Sealing bonds, the salted caramel Of my rhymes, my taste buds, The iambic meter of my tamarind prose, The buds, flowering, poems forming, Watered by the admixture of jointly freshly minted saliva. My poetry, so very complicated, Hints of currants and ash, Soil volcanic, basaltic vowels, Ooh's and eyes, accursed verses, Those that commence with I, Nonetheless, despite soil inhospitable rued, Compositions flourish, born wetland soluble. Yours, for the taking, Yours, for the tasting. You place your fingers on my waist, My body of work to contemplate, My ditties, you spit out, You want courses, not appetizers, You want truths, not fluff, or lies, Menu sans prix fixe. a-men-you with no price fixed Columbus and Magellan, thy fingers named, Trace the curvature of cheeky *** With tip and tipsy stroked caresses, You laugh with the pleasure Of all the sssssss's, hissing All the day, to your great satisfaction, Capturing my writs, by your tongue's duress, Recipient-thief of my literary largesse. I am dressed all in white, Stripped bare to my native coloring, Except for two brown nippled spots, you lick, Imbibing milky thoughts from fountain-heads ***** Savoring, relishing, stanzas that praise a love's flavor. With every line, every word-painting accessioned, You make my soft parts hard, My hard parts soft, but my liquidity, My tears, they, that, you drink straight, Licking, liking, oohing and aaahing,, You tongue curled, upside down arching, Thy storage point of your seduced gatherings. To drain me full, your incisors cut, Straight lines, entry points for your ******* Taking, draining, leaving nothing, Not even one aleph or bet escaping. When you acquired my poetry, my verbosity, Pillaging a soul's hiding place, took and ***** Your acquired the best, breaking my nape, Imprisoned on and by my island's seascape, Blanched and pained, a blank tape, now I am tasteless, witless, mockingly, tongue-tied. my taste acquired, my poems decided

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Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 5:04 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

No. 2238: I am an acquired taste (2013) (rev. 2026)

And to those very special few who have acquired a taste of me: Know my poetry is an acquired taste, So come, dear one, close approach Place your tongue in my mouth. Pace yourself, there is so much, Spoke and unwritten, spritely spirited, That fruitions only when ‘tis spittle-shared. Flick your tongue-tip onto mine, Sealing bonds, the salted caramel Of my rhymes, my taste buds, The iambic meter of my tamarind prose, The buds, flowering, poems forming, Watered by the admixture of jointly freshly minted saliva. My poetry, so very complicated, Hints of currants and ash, Soil volcanic, basaltic vowels, Ooh's and eyes, accursed verses, Those that commence with I, Nonetheless, despite soil inhospitable rued, Compositions flourish, born wetland soluble. Yours, for the taking, Yours, for the tasting. You place your fingers on my waist, My body of work to contemplate, My ditties, you spit out, You want courses, not appetizers, You want truths, not fluff, or lies, Menu sans prix fixe. a-men-you with no price fixed Columbus and Magellan, thy fingers named, Trace the curvature of cheeky *** With tip and tipsy stroked caresses, You laugh with the pleasure Of all the sssssss's, hissing All the day, to your great satisfaction, Capturing my writs, by your tongue's duress, Recipient-thief of my literary largesse. I am dressed all in white, Stripped bare to my native coloring, Except for two brown nippled spots, you lick, Imbibing milky thoughts from fountain-heads ***** Savoring, relishing, stanzas that praise a love's flavor. With every line, every word-painting accessioned, You make my soft parts hard, My hard parts soft, but my liquidity, My tears, they, that, you drink straight, Licking, liking, oohing and aaahing,, You tongue curled, upside down arching, Thy storage point of your seduced gatherings. To drain me full, your incisors cut, Straight lines, entry points for your ******* Taking, draining, leaving nothing, Not even one aleph or bet escaping. When you acquired my poetry, my verbosity, Pillaging a soul's hiding place, took and ***** Your acquired the best, breaking my nape, Imprisoned on and by my island's seascape, Blanched and pained, a blank tape, now I am tasteless, witless, mockingly, tongue-tied. my taste acquired, my poems decided

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All education and habit instigation occurs in time used coincidently with life's constant, kudzu will to make life livable in senses only one fully functional can make, ah, and we know mankind can become broken, fail to function for any good use imaginable, while using carnal mind made excuses to steal, take away the ra' effort of the tamer of horses, rob the seed stored for the sure and certain cold to come, watch the birds flying south, wonder where the wild goose leads, indeed, come, and see, let this mind be in you, linked to all a mortal has time to think twice, once in slack jaw awe, as we appear in thought, once aha, we may imagine, all alike, first knowing, yes, that works, that has utility to me, see, I know, how to catch a rabbit, and take it's life, for me, and my baby who shall soon see winter, first, and play for a minute in cold, cold snow, not giving any thought to the bunny fur.

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Oct 18, 2024

Oct 18, 2024 at 1:12 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Why I can **** and rabbits can't

All education and habit instigation occurs in time used coincidently with life's constant, kudzu will to make life livable in senses only one fully functional can make, ah, and we know mankind can become broken, fail to function for any good use imaginable, while using carnal mind made excuses to steal, take away the ra' effort of the tamer of horses, rob the seed stored for the sure and certain cold to come, watch the birds flying south, wonder where the wild goose leads, indeed, come, and see, let this mind be in you, linked to all a mortal has time to think twice, once in slack jaw awe, as we appear in thought, once aha, we may imagine, all alike, first knowing, yes, that works, that has utility to me, see, I know, how to catch a rabbit, and take it's life, for me, and my baby who shall soon see winter, first, and play for a minute in cold, cold snow, not giving any thought to the bunny fur.

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Ah! You're already here I've been waiting dear This you have to hear It's somethin' to adhere It's tongues dried and lungs fried Not other way around And I don't refund So let's get down to what you want The tastes I own; the ones you'll flaunt Cracked bones and hacked jaws Charred toes and bottled gore From pickled hearts to private parts Just say the name, I've got it all Just take your time and think it through And when it's right I'll come find you It's been a while Did you decide? Just ditch your pride and speak your mind So it's 'crispy skin'? 'kay, I'll let you in Let's taste your kin Yes, it's not a sin

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Nov 22, 2020

Nov 22, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC

piyath

~Acquired tastes~

Ah! You're already here I've been waiting dear This you have to hear It's somethin' to adhere It's tongues dried and lungs fried Not other way around And I don't refund So let's get down to what you want The tastes I own; the ones you'll flaunt Cracked bones and hacked jaws Charred toes and bottled gore From pickled hearts to private parts Just say the name, I've got it all Just take your time and think it through And when it's right I'll come find you It's been a while Did you decide? Just ditch your pride and speak your mind So it's 'crispy skin'? 'kay, I'll let you in Let's taste your kin Yes, it's not a sin

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#*Innocence is easy But, comes at a price Wisdom acquired*#

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Dec 6, 2019

Dec 6, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

The Price

#*Innocence is easy But, comes at a price Wisdom acquired*#

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your death mean to me you bled me so dry we can't sing what should your death mean to me my paint brush strokes on your jealousy what should your death mean to me blind soldiers in an field bleed for free pointing thief guns but they can't see what should your death mean to me your liquorice stick lick me dream soaking me in through more of this misery what should your death mean to me ? ... .. .

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Feb 9, 2018

Feb 9, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC

lashingstars

what should

your death mean to me you bled me so dry we can't sing what should your death mean to me my paint brush strokes on your jealousy what should your death mean to me blind soldiers in an field bleed for free pointing thief guns but they can't see what should your death mean to me your liquorice stick lick me dream soaking me in through more of this misery what should your death mean to me ? ... .. .

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