"cassis" poems
Prosecco cocktails, être pour la danse,
cassis pour moi avec limoncello,
madame, passion fruit, and blood oranges
très grownup, breakfast at Tiffany's,
she is all sunglasses and Audreyfied,
me and George P., struggling writers,
checking if i got enough cash
or have to exit smooth, just in case,
maybe we leave our
coats behind, as ransom?
lincoln center plaza cross-dressers,
past the opera,
the sun, a balmy thirty five degrees,
laughing at us teasingly,
cause tonight and tomorrow,
*********** all the day,
winter kisses
in case we forgot,
early March
first belongs to the Ides of Winter
Afternoon of a Faun,
another ballet, origin,
a Mallarmé poem.
(you begin to comprehend)
yes quite so,
a perfect synopsis of the day,
Acheron imported from Scarlett Liam
who lives in the U.K.,
but comes to choreograph here,
for gloria Americana
sundown, soul cold back,
"lest we forget,"
but the dancers bid us adieu
with a rousing waltz, frenchified,
La Valse, une poème chorégraphique,
by Ravel, bien sûr!
aroused and heart gladdened,
return home for
for veal chop love
two hours of *** banging,
kitchen banishment, (Yay!)
chanterelles steeped in red wine,
coverlet for a non-vegan tasting,
English peas, red and purple potatoes,
and for desert,
a diet dream of verbal exchanged of detailed
I love you's
He: I love you,
She (happy), replies: I love you more.
(this repartee ballet, has been rehearsal danced before)
He: Why?
She: Because you are kind and generous, to street beggars, my single friends, good and smart, love art,
and never let me down, and love my cooking, leave space for others when you park, go thru life making waiters and ticket takers smile and laugh, sleep for hours your head on my hip, write me crazy love poems about veal chops
He: What's for desert tonight?
She: A ****
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
It was a glass of liquid sunshine
If I were to believe the waiter
My senses would be flooded
With essence of vanilla and
Glimpses of the land.
There would notes of citrus,
Faint odor of old leather
And deep berries would overwhelm.
If I shut my eyes
I could relish the peppery finish
And the buttery after taste.
I would be a fool to overlook
The healthy dose of tannin
Balancing the sweet cherry, plum and cassis.
The wine swirled in my glass
The fragrant bouquet filled my nose
I’d be lying if I said
The anticipation didn’t create
A certain aura of arousal.
Not just the sunshine in this glass
But all four seasons inhabited
My crystal goblet,
And the sheltering moonlight
Was in there too.
This wine surely has character
Like Gandhi or Churchill perhaps.
And legs. What legs.
Slender and vibrating
Long and glistening
I could stare at those legs
Until dessert.
Having passed the cork test,
All eyes were upon me
Lifting the bowl of undulating liquid
To my lips.
I sipped.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
(Inspired by Kendrick Lamar – humble )
Whacked or weepiness?
Sing if you know this,
Well~ yuh, yuh.
Hey, I recall when every months with zero-balance-curse,
Therefore I lived my life with what I fit, but today I’m so ******
When everyone gets what their want; In fact, I never wish,
I choose drink mix while you choose Crème de cassis to rid live’s blemish,
"Son, the richest man never get outta debt hub,
Duh, compare to you with just one luckless credit card?"
So let’s be rich with heart and do something bigger than Tesla,
Do read on my blog, then write it down or by heart at least,
Zero-to-the-hero, hero-to-the-pro punk,
a person who used to be dumb, dumped in the **** junk,
now 6 figures in the bank, I'm still like yesterday’s punk,
If you got this in the bank, promise to be like an old punk,
my life’s better than my virile,
my future promise me how I rolled,
Hey Mount. E, wait for me to reach your highest spot,
but I’m just play cool to it, cuz you know
Beast’s humble,
Sweet lown,
Be hierodule,
throw your crown.
Who talk money over passion won't be richman,
The dream you ever sketched, belongs to trash can,
The dream you never twig, just a goodnight,
Just do for what you love for your loved wife,
Just what you said you do it to get a better job,
Say something to me you'll be iron man like louis cyr or,
Say something like you are immune from all snide remarks,
Everyday you and I should celebrate the 'go for broke day',
I'll 'Die trying till get there',
Pave the way for success stair,
everything's gonna be okay,
God not just hear from your prayer,
He bestow for what you care,
So stay calm and feel the air,
Dont called it work - called it play,
And say "Never say ne'er",
Hardwork means modest, stay low profile, and rich heart way,
Mamma said dream big, protect it from apart, stay,
Be like the strongest humblest person in the world, OK?
I'm the strongest orphan after all, boom! beast's humble, --
-- Sweet Lown,
Snob's crumble,
Don't drown.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
La Rivière de Cassis roule ignorée
En des vaux étranges :
La voix de cent corbeaux l'accompagne, vraie
Et bonne voix d'anges :
Avec les grands mouvements des sapinaies
Quand plusieurs vents plongent.
Tout roule avec des mystères révoltants
De campagnes d'anciens temps ;
De donjons visités, de parcs importants :
C'est en ces bords qu'on entend
Les passions mortes des chevaliers errants :
Mais que salubre est le vent !
Que le piéton regarde à ces claires-voies :
Il ira plus courageux.
Soldats des forêts que le Seigneur envoie,
Chers corbeaux délicieux !
Faites fuir d'ici le paysan matois
Qui trinqué d'un moignon vieux.
1.1k
(Inspired by Kendrick Lamar)
Whacked or weepiness?
Sing if you know this,
Well~ yuh, yuh.
Hey, I recall when every months with zero-balance-curse,
Therefore I live my life with what I fit, but today I’m so ******
When everyone gets what their want; In fact, I never wish,
I choose drink mix while you choose Crème de cassis to rid live’s blemish,
Son, the richest man never get outta debt hub,
Duh, compare to you with just one luckless credit card?
So let’s be rich with heart and do something bigger than Tesla,
Do read on my blog, then write it down or by heart at least,
Zero-to-the-hero, hero-to-the-pro punk,
a person who used to be dumb, dumped in the **** junk,
now 6 figures in the bank, I still like yesterday’s punk,
If you got this in the bank, promise to be like an old punk,
my life’s better than my virile,
my future promise me how I rolled,
Hey Mount. E, wait for me to reach your highest spot,
but I’m just play cool to it, cuz you know
Beast’s humble,
Sweet lown,
Be hierodule,
throw your crown.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
Ti jos, Dili, ta li cassis
a plòuf. I cians si scunìssin
pal plan verdùt.
Ti jos, tai nustris cuàrps,
la fres-cia rosada
dal timp pirdùt.
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Jolly bubbly sweet Cassie
Come here my love, my lassie
My Cassie, so frail and fragile
She poses so she looks awhile
Her stern stares move mountains
Her sensual lips grow valleys
Dearest Cassie, little lassie
When was the last time I drank you in lastly?
I see your lips are drenched again in purple
What do I have to say for you to be careful
You venture out into the mountain and valleys
And throw caution into thin air
like you just don't care
Like you just don't want to care
You drown inside till you start to coil
I take solace in this inner turmoil
But it arouses me when I see that confusion
Plastered on your figure frame of delusion
Dearest Cassie, dearest lassie
I yearn to feel your stern look
And see your sensual lips once again
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC