by Lisa Ricci |
Categories:
love, romance,
"sailing to us"
sailing to us is the world
we see its beauty
we hear its glory
such spices we taste
such love we feel
forever these caresses touch
with mountains high...
with oceans deep...
we reach for the stars
we believe in "possible"
each moment is savored
each whisper is received
eternally finding life
sailing to us is us
SkyWatcher - 05-29-17
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
childhood, imagery, memory, peace,
Time and tides flowing through my tan, bare toes.
Twas a time of sweet peace, flowering boughs.
Spices of love, filled scarlet sunset nights.
Limitless dreams waltzed in our heads with might.
Sundays, love for God, from our fingers glowed.
Snow or heat, we were in Church, faith flowed.
Soft, Latin words, songs in Gregorian.
Time travel, in utter peace, to live in.
Under domed ceilings of bright white and gold.
The incense, the songs, which never grow old!
4/11/2021
~1~
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
memory, smile,
Christmas cake and apple cake
Spices, nuts and dried fruit
Between love and sugar
Velvety raspberry mousse,
with tasty chocolate
Decorated in different colors
Many delicious temptation,
a heavenly perfect pleasure
Everyone wants a piece
Use your nose
do not forget
The smell of Christmas
22.12.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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by Morvarid Farjadi |
Categories:
dedication, food, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, love, passion, romance
A soup so delightful
Yet to such a waste
All that cooking
Standing by the stove
Making sure the temperature was just right
Adding all the right spices
- A little salt and pepper, some lemon squeeze, just a hint of chili and a spoon full of love
Stirring carefully, making sure it didn't boil over
Humming your favorite tune while preparing
Personalized with all the ingredients you prefer
Poured it into you favorite bowl, the yellow one (your favorite color)
Served it to you with fresh basil and a kiss on your cheek
You smile and say:
"Thanx, but I'm not very hungry right now"
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
angel, beautiful, bereavement, blessing, flower, love, magic,
I think we are ment
To be together source of light
Give me one hour
of your precious time
I will give you
a brand new life
As this earth changes around
growing inside our union
The pathway
is clear cut diamond
as you command
the rising deep ocean waves
I warmly salted them with spices
As they rise and fall calming ocean breaths
Softly mesmerised
loving your beauty
Turning the wheel
steering this ship
blowing in one direction sings
I hunger your love
Source of each other
Can be found a million miles away
we feast at the alter of purity
With wings we fly together from the final table
by Iris E. Sankey- Lewis |
Categories:
art,
The honey once said:
"When you start making money
Speak to me poetry."
I say poetry pays
It's forever therapist
Like my very muse
Deep within my being
Love of words and and songs does ring
We've calmed raging waves
We make cozy most days
I say, poetry is in the way I dress our bed
It's in the way I clip unruly hairs
From his beard and fully gray head
It's in the way I kneel and give him warm baths
The Source let us flow with love and art
Poetry's terms of truth I've given
What have I forsaken?
Poetry's niche is rich
Like fresh spices I've beheld
And that, too, is final.
*
by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories:
life, love
White
by name
straw of hue
a light bouquet
draped temptingly in beads of condensed cool
a glass or two to share between two halves
becoming one
as passions
turn to
red
warm
spices
fruity notes
vanillas blush
enraptured in the realms of paradise
by Yorn Called |
Categories:
bereavement, dedication, devotion, love,
Black is the night when tender living dreams,
Circle the skies with wax wing hints of mist,
Too fragile to fall, though falling it screams,
"Beware, beware the moonlit garden wrist!",
Its hand you knew upon your brow and tears,
Whose love ignored the trust it could not find,
The roots that never belong or so it appears,
To find only the boots heavy on your mind.
Touching the skin that covers your soul,
Of spices whose bite the snake must refrain,
From asking whose deed that blood did control,
What infinite being did it contain?
Never (did I say never?) did the world sleep so much,
As the night my lips to your tomb did touch.
by Marty Owens |
Categories:
food, nature
Wrote this because my wife and I both love dill pickles and eat one before bedtime most
every night.
Haiku:
Cucumber on vine,
Pack them, process them, spice them
Birth of a pickle.
Here's another version that I like also. Second line was suggested to me by Tim Ryerson so
thank you Tim:
Cucumber on vine,
Plucked and peeled, sliced up and dilled...
Birth of a pickle.
Free Verse:
Cucumber patiently growing on vine
Plucked, processed with Mother Nature's abundant spices.
Viola, birth of a dill pickle, Heaven!
by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories:
death, deep, emotions, lonely, love, mystery, sad,
And the cemetery was quiet,
just like any other day. He carried
the flowers which were her favorite;
lavender. Graves surrounded him
like a maze, as he made his was
to his lover's grave.
Soon, he arrived on the grave,
with an angel's statue on top.
"You will always live in my heart,"
he whispered, in the midst of tears,
as he placed the flowers on a porcelain
vase on the grave.
It was getting dark;
he didn't mind. He lay on the left side of her grave,
and slept. Deep asleep, a scent of oriental spices
and sandalwood surrounded him. The scent smelt
like his wife....
Contest Name: And The Cemetery Was
Date of Contest Judging: 6/1/2016
Sp
by L'Nass Shango |
Categories:
people,
I love you little branch
Dancing in the breeze
Little leaf laughing at the cloud
Little wind flirting with the trees'
Old ego, playing smart
Trying to find roots
Where there is no topsoil; the heart
Still wants - more than lutes'
Five minutes of pleasure.
I like you patiently becoming
What you have seen before,
And what you talked about; knowing
It only as the life of others. Sure
You will for different reasons make
The same sweet choices;
Sure, your fear will be larger: take
The the salt with the spices.
I like you little flower
You are the perfume for my hour.
by Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories:
desire, love, romantic,
I love taking in your delicious ideas
rolling red carpet on my tongue
your exquisite taste lingers in my mind
caramel kisses tracing the paths of my soul
pecking soft delicate notes on a tapestry of love
drawing lines linking spices
refining our rhythms uniting as one
......
dressed in red silk
I await your answer
...
by Timilehin Obisakin |
Categories:
caregiving, heart, heart, love,
salt and spice,
I love her smiles,
each time i gaze at her sight,
i feel high in style.
Salt and spice,
my heart and my mind,
my love my life,
spice up my heart.
Salt and spice,
we will always live together,
never leaving each other,
we will go further.
To the great beyonders,
where love is called sweetness,
and not undue swiftness,
caress my heart with the flavor that is sweetest.
I'm the prince,
you are the princess,
my salt on lovely spices,
my all my only mindset so priceless.
by Jasmine Cruz |
Categories:
love,
( THERE WAS A TIME )
When the wind sang to me
Of winter snows, dancing fir trees;
Of exotic spices and rolling foreign seas;
Of dreams beneath down comforters,
Safe in your arms all night long.
When we knew no sorrow
Could ever engulf us
With its wrong.
There was a time
When the wind whispered
Stories of the way breezes move
The surface of the water; of fairies and
Magic spells, of youth and hope; of ancient
Secrets; of lilting melodies, enchanting rhyme.
And eternity floated easily ahead of us,
Pure, and untarnished by time,
While we lay together,
Knowing.
There was a time
(c) Jasmine Paul 11-22-2014
by Tom Rutherford |
Categories:
beauty, body, love, romance, senses, sensual,
The threads of first light
Open my eyes
And dance on your naked body
Part shadow
Part shape
I'm in awe of your beauty
Enthralled
I watch you sleep
The rise and fall of your breasts
Marking the time
In the quiet morning
And time of peace
Moving closer
Compelled to feel
Your soft sweet curves
And smell your scent
Of island spices
Reminding me of our passion
My soft touch
Causes stir and purr
Two bodies melt into one
Limbs intertwined in sweet embrace
Whispers of contentment
And hopes for the new day
TLR 8-12-17
by Faye Gibson |
Categories:
love, relationship,
My love, as ointment poured out is your name.
as odors, sweet, and spices, rich and rare,
does its fair sound rejoice the waves of air.
The fragrance filled the house when Mary came
to kneel at Jesus' feet, her love aflame,
the alabaster box spilled out, her hair,
the towel with which she wiped away His care;
so now this room is scented by your name.
The Balm of Gilead alone excels
the mollifying virtue your name gives;
there is no thing about you which repels,
for what you are is all that to me lives;
and, He and you, intertwined, my gospel
are, which two my soul's salvation give.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
by David Smalling |
Categories:
love,
I cannot teach you how to love
There is no subject but us
And there is no discipline.
If I say give that is a command
And if it is not spontaneous it is not love again.
You must come willing
And climb the hills like the moon
With your belly sweet with fire.
You must bring the fragrance of fresh spices
That mountain use to cover
Its curving nakedness.
And you must lie still like a moth on the shade
Waiting to be devoured
As the sacrifice of total surrender.
I cannot teach you how to love
Love is a gift
A surrender of our best
A choice to become
Whatsoever my pleasure be.
The fear is not in me, dear child
It is you
The spell has cast nothing out.
I cannot teach you how to love.
by Paloma P |
Categories:
allegory, conflict, crazy, desire, emotions, fantasy, parody,
It was a boomerang love affair
of "once upon a midnight dreary"
preponderances mid ecstasy & woe
obliterating affection's sensibilities,
strategic mid tomorrow's yesterdays
[nectar'd apricot marmalade honey
neath sizzling hot habanero spices]
doused with tears betwixt fiery tumult
and indescribable embraced moments
clutching onto daunting fairy tales of
happily afters & no return adaptations
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
of lioness queen's jungle and
overbearing laughing hyenas
Poe - 'one upon a midnight dreary'
by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories:
husband, love, wife,
Two spices
that blend to one
form a taste..
by Russell Sivey |
Categories:
autumn,
Autumn spices, real pumpkin delight
All harmony of the season in the light
Leaves fall, those of many colors
I love the cool air, the brook waters
Time seems to stop when I’m here
In the space of Autumn and its sphere
There isn’t the heat, that which I hate
No snowflakes just yet, they’ll be late
But the life of the Fall lives fresh
The air crisp, and the cobbler delish
Softly the precious eyes of Fall
Delight me in every beck and call
I’m truthfully grateful that it’s here
Now I can enjoy the precious night air
Russell Sivey
by Lori Phipps |
Categories:
food, love, places,
Twenty one, young, sexy and witty
Midnight craving, pizza in the city
North Beach late at night, warm breeze
Artichoke salad - cilantro and feta cheese
Chianti red wine in an over sized glass
In line wearing Ralph Lauren with class
My boyfriend leans in, handing me a rose
The smell of fresh basil wafting past my nose
Dishes clambering, sounds of laughter in the crowd
Palate salivating, conversations intense and loud
Rich Italian spices and the smell of Parmesan
Open windows, warm nights make this memory strong
by Mariana Pavlich |
Categories:
life, mother, places, time,
Red velvet with gold corded embroidery
Old farmhouse faint smoke frost glittered
Spices wine honey candles milk apples
Orders farm produce meat game and fish
Great fire in kitchen preparing for the evening
Writing poetry ... baby cries for breastfeeding
Singing together begin to dance in fine dress
Young man singing melancholy love-song
by Verlecia Fields |
Categories:
love, thank you
"In A Pinch Ravioli Sauce"(3-20-08)
1can ~ Campbell's cream of celery (10oz)
1can ~ Western Family Tomato sauce (8oz)
how long to cook on can
PS. ~ add other HERBS AND SPICES to _Taste or Not at all_
*~ Celery Salt
*~ Basil leaves
*~ Garlic Powder
*~ Black Pepper
*~ Sea Salt
*~ Oregano
*~ Olive Oil
good with Raviolis
good with Pizza
good with Sandwiches
aka:lyricvixen
by Summer Arthur |
Categories:
love,
It's hard to let my pain go,
Harder now to let you go,
You crept under my skin
And now I'm falling.
I see your eyes,
Taste your sweet smile,
Touch your rosy skin,
Hear your angel voice.
Your strong arms embrace me,
You smell of spices and vanilla,
Your voice begging me not to go,
To stay but I can't.
These feelings, they scare me,
I try to act tough, keep myself
From breaking but you see right
Through me.
My walls you never noticed,
Brought them crumbling down
With just one touch; how can I
Ever stop looking back?
Back to the days when
You were all I needed,
When I took each day as it came
Because I never wanted it to end...
by Edward Ahern |
Categories:
culture, destiny, fantasy, history, humanity,
The Layer Cake
We are a skewed birthday cake,
generations of lopsided layers
baked badly by ancestors
of fervent but defective intent,
teetering atop the stale and dried out.
The layers descend into the past,
inedible and mostly forgotten
while we the temporary top deny
bad ingredients and tiltings
and frosting with crème cruel.
We concoct the next tier
with hope and even love
but use a cookbook specifying
flour of custom and bias
and spices of mistakes.
It is a mighty wonder
that the cake still stacks
and those just set in place
don’t slide off to extinction
on the icing of our failings.