by Supraja Kannan |
The dark brown color engrossed much,
Soft beautiful skin melts when I touch
When I unwrap the cover,my lips cannot wait to taste
when I munch it,I am transported into a fantasy place
and nuts sandwiched between chocolate bars backhaul my sensories
Caramel inside the bar,revitalize the beautiful childhood memories
It recalls the fights for chocolates and the crocodile tears
Now,when I lick the chocolate off my fingers,I feel young
and I love to savor the taste of the chocolate tang
NOW AND ALWAYS
by Candice Fabian |
food, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion,
I peel you slowly.
Inch by inch.
Hands stutter, then
First bite of flesh tight
The salts are for curing.
You simmer slow.
Acid tang briefly
Taints the tongue –
Aromatic, you are like
Just inhaling your slow roast
Slowly knead and
Behold my baking –
Mine for the taking.
Throat wants to sing –
by Mariana pavlich |
adventure, food, love, car,
The shore breeze rose familiar tang of the sea
Blue touring car , top down , rolling past palms
Brilliant white suit and panama hat . Car toots!
Enjoying company sharing fine wine and pasta
Radiating high energy and a warm personality
She felt the warmth of his breath he whispered
It doesnt matter . I love you. Youre beautiful.
She smiled her forehead covered with kisses
She finally let herself relax loosened her scarf
Harps, lutes , ivory horns, kettle drums , guitars
Hung high from the ceiling and oak panel walls
by Onyebuchi Okonkwo |
To tales that came on vast meadow
Beyond days that would tomorrow
Be, is tasty tang on bitter tongue;
Life to shriveled strength of ping pong
Passing over in time, chaos will borrow.
In my hand, bottled gas to blow
Rosy scent upon my mom, aglow
It set air veins, fringes that belong
To tales that came.
Cherished, yet it was long time ago
When it left me to join the row
Of relics. Lavender glass, long,
Lofty like a famed minstrel's song
Mom's love for my cologne can't go
To tales that came.
For Cyndi Macmillan's 'Gifts Given, Gifts Received Contest'
by Jeremy Street |
Houston, We've Got A Thang....
Bang Bang, Rush It Through The House
Where's My Butt Hole Mouse ? How Mow Brown Cow
Black Cinderella, With Her Tic Track Fella Singing Acappella
Do We Have An Accord Take It To The Board I'll Be Your Lord Horde
Miss Piggy And His Ziggy, Stardust She's A Must With This Bust Bed Time
Red Line Where's My *uckin Mouse Chorus Boris Blue Light Tender Thighs United Lies.
by Tony Bush |
The taste of wild blackberries on her lips,
And the grains of vanilla on her cheek,
The tingle of brambles brushed my eyes
When I kissed the velvet physique.
A tang on the tongue of aniseed
When shuddering gasped a torrid peak,
The taste of wild blackberries then once more
And vanilla on her cheek.
by Roger Hadden |
Dark wine reminds me of you
The burgundies and cabarets
The tang and thrum and hiss
That spiral like Egyptian silk
Nights that swell like cork
This night, a thousand
Under va single lamplight
In public or alone
Very late or very early
When I write my poems
Something of you still taut
Still tugs still pulls
A rope that trembled
Hummed between us
Hummed, love, didn't it
Love, how it hummed
by verlecia fields |
best friend, caregiving, celebrity, child, culture, food, humorous,
she so funny
she so smart
has the best of hearts
she wiggles and moves
with the speed of a tiger
sometime she laughs
like love is taking
her so much higher
and If she takes
time from out her mothering day
then we all get to
come out and play
her voice is, so lovingly loud
she makes us all so
that someone so great
would come teach us
what to put on our
dinner-less empty plates
so here to Mommy tang
you make me want to be
a better everything...
and in the words of Mommy Tang
"Go be happy"Go be happy"
P.S. someone has got the bestest friend in the world!
by Gregory R Barden |
love, metaphor, passion, sensual, sexy,
of warm skin
I taste their tang
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Light Up The Page" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com)
by Gregory R Barden |
kiss, love, passion, sensual, sexy,
~ Our mouths mix madly,
your tang, still thick on my tongue ...
sharing you ... with you. ~
by M. L. Kiser |
animal, cute, nature, poems, poetry, uplifting,
upon my palate-
a one-track mind’s
is the best-
by Sandra Haight |
love, memory, romance,
On this dark eventide, tonight
the thrum of crickets chirping songs,
and the feral howling of wolves
have crimped any romantic thoughts-
until the pearlescent, silver moon
laid sparkling threads upon the lake
that shimmers alongside the plumb,
overgrown and abandoned beach-
arousing that exquisite tang,
awakened from our yesteryears
when, while waiting for your return-
our moon stoked fires for us each night.
March 23, 2021
Contest: Eight Word Bardenesque challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Required words in order of appearance:
eventide, thrum, feral, howling
crimped, pearlescent, plumb, tang
by Carol Pelizzari |
animal, howl, i love you, sensual,
My head is howling,
Hollowed feral eyes watching,
The harp of the moon a thrum in my chest.
Love run away, I can't bear for you to see.
The tang of blood against my teeth,
I swore that I'd never let you hurt me.
But your plumb fingers strum a heavenly tune,
And it's crimped my resistance into a jagged three.
Sharp pearlescent nails scratching into my skin,
You've already won, just let me in.
My brain is trapped within the endless night,
wishing for the eventide.