"tasters" poems
She is My cream nicotine
The
Surging through our blues
The fluidity of divinity
Juxtapose
Whoever said love was easy…
Yeah 'Ol Chap, they Sure had it right,
Because no man or lady can ever Subtract
Once their hue has mixed it can never go back.
2 Whipped Cream and Other Delights.
And why would you?
The dregs are bitter,
The milk too sweet.
If you water it down then
All flavor retreats
Life is just better off Bitter-Sweet,
Cream never asks coffee
On how it should mix
Why do we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?
The intrusion is dilution of the Makers choice
Through imperfection comes the lesson
Learned perception with each sip
The air red dried truth
The
Words stuck to the lips
Tasters Digest the last drink drips
Yet I question why I am so subject
to infusion
Her meaningful quips
Why we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?
Still I question why I am so subject
to the infusion of Her
Dips
Sometimes I call it Love
Sometimes I call it Quits
For You My Dear
Let's Cheers Another Grip
of
Seared Buds and Belly Aches
and
Lactose Licorice
So
Pour Another! while the Argument still in Air
and
While Dilutions of gratification Grind into Frothy Despair
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
He liked to travel after the
War, he said
His father had explored Japan
With a friend and two local lady guides
Happily snapping culture shock
Soaking in the landscape
Partaking in practices exotic and strange
They went to a sushi restaurant, and
This is before they had that stuff in the cafeteria
Calamari alarmed the two
Polite tasters but face contort and twister
His father a dab, his friend: a bite
The girls laughed and finished the squid, raw alright
And they left, owner eyeing as they go
New tourist destinations but
Their stomachs start to plummet
The girls drop sick and writhe and twitch
And kick
As he gets all three to the
Hospital, where he is suspected
Manages to get authorities
To the restaurant, where owner
Sees two ghosts walk before his
Face, and random ****** cyanide
Lies waiting
The girls went violently
His friend had a piece removed
His father, still going strong
Though he’d always been
A little gassy
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
Forget the onion and all its layers
thats obvious
You are undeserving for such a cliché
So I invite a different perspective
Think of a base, flour and egg kneaded together like I need you,
so dense in identical morals
Folded with mirrored ideology of future fortuity
Dipped sensually with a sauce so thick,
Thicker than blood or water,
Blended as one to create a sea of red as deep as our hearts pumping vitality
Sprinkled softly with the most palatable, mouth watering mozzarella
Each placing full of utter affection,
Long lost stares while you sit innocent to me feasting my eyes upon your moreish persona.
The only quandry we must face is whose decision that day of toppings to showcase
Who gets the chance to tease additional flavours, delicious tasters
To open eyes to attributes unseen before,
Hopes set high to electrify taste buds
Wanting the other to crave more
Ingredients brought together for a flavoursome pizza
You are my hawaiian
As i,
Your meatfeast.
Opposing trimmings
Eachothers 1st choice
One anothers perfection to quench their dying hunger
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Any kind you like
Black or white
Dark or light
Individually right
Milky, frothy
Extra shot of coffee
Rich full blended
Skinny, slender
Enjoy its splendour
Chocolate coated
Caramel toasted
Full and roasted
Made to measure
For your pleasure
Espresso shocker
Latte, mocha
Cappuccino takers
Coffee makers
Based on personal tasters
Multi-million invention
Saturated intention
On every street corner
Made to order
Coffee
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 9:41 AM UTC
So after we got to the go-kart place,
we adjusted our hats,
and recorded our thoughts,
and until someone shouted our monikers
(Tasters of Life and Cool Guys,)
we took turns at the cage
while the others recalled their most
Jersey-like memories.
Somebody died on the beach,
and they chose to shut down our requests
for more info.
We ate with the lifeguard
who shook when he spoke.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Blow you up? You bet I did, lil **** my Mouth dont miss, my lips are perfect
Ego stroked and Pipedreamed yo almost ********
Blowing smoke up and out a sly eyed ***
No rounds draft pick
Beer,
Cause if you cant **** you might as well
Hang
Like a bad insecurity got the big bigger biggest
And you were left with a po mans ****
Don't forget to forget those Trojans
I called it (on behalf of all the ***** you are gonna get and ever did)
Unballin like a roly poly on curl on nuttin
Questioning test subjects
Tea missed me, them bags need some stuffin
****** can't make it stand up for somethin'
Attention attention yo limp gic
Whats wrong? Business got you down?
Can't stay on like fake *** ****
And yes, I can rake
3 of the largest tallest meanest
Implanted collagen injected *******
Bet you didn't know I got it like that
Tell em how you go wild behind the
Players with the swing in the pants
Crotch testing 1 2 3 .....6
Tasters of the finest mix mess listed
Assfections affectionate hact
You a grown *** man getting dollars ****
No **** in real ****
As you crave to wet your name with it
You just leave her dry guessing
When you gone get hard enough
Too get that operation
So she can finally ***
And you can finally know what
It feels like to satisfy a person.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
Sweets Dreams
Just east of the Simi valley,
where they grow delicious grapes,
to turn the buds of afcionado tasters,
served with fruity crepes,
and west of the biggest strip of all,
where fast shakers tend to meet,
is this little town, whose name slips my mind,
on this busy little street,
lives a queen of hearts, princess of mind, maiden of the soul,
who's gentle touch upon my heart,
has turned me all aglow,
she has a way of being funny, but no, she's no ones fool,
far from that lame description,
she's been to finishing school,
yet not overly proper, with sense of reason,
sense of good and kind,
it's been my pleasure, to have met this lady,
and since my heart has pined,
I know that we will never touch, not physically at least,
but she has my heart, she has my mind, she's tamed this ugly beast,
though she will never know, just how much, I dream of her at night,
how much I wish, I could hold her close, and kiss my Sweets goodnight
Gomer LePoet...
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 3:46 AM UTC
Red rooster is yet to crow
but I feel
my pulse racing to
to embrace the new day.
Shadows of the night
cling tenuously to
parked cars and trees
awaiting the golden brush
of dawn's early light.
Sleepy elbows and knees
complain in vain;
my brain yearns only
for the kettle's
shrill persistent refrain;
caffeine's coveted crutch is near.
Roasted vapors of
Kenya's finest beans
thrill the air
with redolent coffee streams.
Breathers flare,
lips quiver,
tasters salivate,
first sip is here...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
My heart sighs...
It's time to write!
~ P (#writerscrutch)
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC
Pick it up with your delicate fingers;
The tiny oval, purple and bruised,
And in it is contained a life, and cold juice.
Nurtured by the sun, surrounded by
Fresh air in a vineyard; now
Bathed in the sterile light
Of a public school cafeteria.
If grapes have a religion, I’m
Sure the sun is the Son of God
And wine tasters are the dogs of Hell.
If grapes could talk, would they mention
How ugly you look
As you raise grape after grape into your
Grape-colored mouth? I want to speak to the
Grapes; I want to know what they are
Knowing.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
The Reader
Experiences Text:
Tastes the corners,
Chews the middles,
Examines the ideas,
Turns them over and over -
Lozenges to be mulled.
Unique to each Reader
The Text must pass
Each Reader's senses:
His eyes,
Her nose,
Their tongues...
And so begins Digestion,
A complicated process producing
pleasant dreams in one,
Nightmares in another.
Soothing sleep for me
Dyspepsia for you.
Ideas have their routes to pass;
The dross is left behind or lost
And what remains is fiber to our souls
(To steal Walt Whitman's term).
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
If my tomorrows were in summer's reach
I'd sail this day, on waves of bitter wine,
towards a newer dawn, on bluer beach
for ocean sprays, sting none to lover's brine.
The amber heated sky should melt her cold
that frozen 'neath my eyes her parting words;
another's light has won her love's remold,
let then each phrase be fed to hungry birds.
The Gulls can stomach salt I cannot bear
for they're accustomed tasters in disdain,
and pine for greater feasts, for I not dare,
but castle sands, and hide my love's domain.
Tho' if no love, there'll be no summer's day!
For all will be as bleak, as is, today.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
The tick of toothed gear
Gives handfuls of a surprise
Mike & Ike tasters.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
All new scores and other games, the player to the wind,
and the wind was the least of his friends on the game,
and the wind died down. Carl · P · · · · · travel and quick · · · · ·
is a tourist cruise line that have been added tourism of tourism · ·
in the spatula to mix with a spatula to mix by visiting him
in Brazil is poured in to the heart of all the Robert concerning
the treatment of part of the water the rocks the Masked naked,
the consciousness of the robot of the city, the machine Sacqua
burn themselves, the little plant of the work of choirs
is from the Hollywood of Jesse to be a delight,
but the fight broke out, if the punishment of the Gauls.
DR. Bernard state. However, in some cases, that they
have nothing of trouble: the children of their own here.
The first page. Development is filled with light. Germany death.
The counsel of the faithful, and the priests,
and the murderers and idolaters,
and he had abundance of silver alcohol
had a crystalline appearance, in short,
are the lifeblood of the destruction of Carthage.
Thousands of people in his country. The first air lešigewochi waters of black polyester. But when he came to in the dark,
and there will be a fault? Take it to the
in the second place in this world. Indeed forest.
I liked it. A new film and games,
and his favorite player is and the least favorite game
on his friends, and the wind stopped. Carl · P · · ·
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and quick · · · is a tourist cruise line that are added
tourism · a spatula to mix with a spatula to mix as their son
in Brazil is poured in the heart of Robert's medical treatment
as part of water of the city of stones, the machine Sacqua
they burn themselves, startled diners who are naked, and
of the conscience of the robot, the choirs of the little plants
of the Gauls from the punishment of Hollywood,
except in the case of Jesse, a delight, a fight broke out.
DR. Bernard state. However, in some cases,
so that no trouble is here of their own. The first page.
Development is filled with light. Germany death.
In the council of the upright, and of the priests,
and the murderers, and servers of idols, and he had
abundance of silver and in the alcohol a crystalline
appearance, when in a short time, they are the destruction
of Carthage' was called the blood of the souls.
Thousands of people on the ground. The first air
lešigewochi waters of black polyester. When they arrived
in the dark may be a fault into second place
in the world. Indeed forest. I liked it. A new movie
and games, and his favorite player is also the least favorite
game of his friends, and the wind stopped. Carl · P · · ·
travel and fast · · · is a tourist cruise line
that adds to tourism, a spatula to mix with a spatula
to mix while your son in Brazil spilled
into the heart of Robert, a part of its water
the city of stones, the burning machine
of Sacqua, the frightened tasters and the
robotic conscience, the choirs of the little
Galatia plant for the punishment of Hollywood,
except for Jesse's case, a gift, a battle broke out.
DR. The Bernard situation; However, in some cases,
there is no problem here. The first page.
The growth is full of light. The death of Germany
In the council of elders, priests, murderers
and servants of idols, there was a large amount
of silver in alcohol, a crystalline appearance
when in a short time the destruction of Carthage
was called the blood of souls. Thousands of people
on the ground. The first waters leistigewochi
air of black polyester. When they reach darkness,
it can be a mistake of second place in the world.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
It rained and everyone gained self-awareness
Staring at the ****** corpse of the Greek and the humors
While I try to shut the molded doors.
Just a loner with some suchers
All I hear is rumors that the old ways are the future
Reason resonably rendered senseless
Someone resend me the recipe for reciprocity because the only thing separating want and won't is an apostrophe
Screwtape told me to keep my eyes peeled open just in case I find the human still coping with the new old ways
That's when I make my play
Corruption in the blood, The Vinegar Tasters buried in the mud on this rainy night
The world's first time in the mirror and collapses with the gift of sight
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC