yolk the sky in white
washed sun
hue the blues over
horizon : break fast
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haiku
Category Archives: breakfast
draught : burnt deep
root fruit tea dotted
clotted garlic oil swirls dropped
tap tapping on top
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haïku
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n.b
add a shot of chili
hot chocolate as remedy
for any habitual melancholy
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quaff quick or spill slow
over skin
rub it in
til burnt deep
then sleep
breakfast grazing
his breath like fresh mown
grass dotted with butter cups
coffee toast honey
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haiku
indignant breakfast
me wus , i profess, perfectly happy
as bread
but instead me gets sliced and stuffed
under a red hot grill til i’m toast!
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wusn’t it ‘nuff me got pummeled ‘n punched
when me wus just a bit of dough
— me didn’t need that!
and unceremoniously shoved in an oven
— me actually loved that!
i rise under torture a beaut!
but toast?!
an insult
even if some like it hot, up to a point, me don’t
aaargh, nearly burnt
meeeeee!
ahhhhh, smooth sooth meeee
with butter and jam
wham!
what’s this…?
teeth! struth!
i can’t believe it!
what new hell is……
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 20 prompt
write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?
breakfast love
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like a river i hold close in my arms, my body
your run through me — a quiver
of arrows and slings stroke my limbs, my mind
like stars plucked for your eyes to startle me
a name stammered and chimed — a sound
surrounds — a kind of grace escapes
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i’ve lain down in moonlit thoughts of you
awoke to the sun of your skin and fingers
taunting the morning with stolen scents —
of your breath as breakfast, love
of murmurs of bees stirring my hair
a dapple of flowers gathering
over a slither of summer heather
over darkened hills, a moan, a chill
a gasp of lemon-dazzle glints blackening
the shiny stones of you blinding
me to other
worlds
other landscapes
other loves
drowned out
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this is my sorrow, my secret, my dove
the rain in my mouth announces it
no other
hears it
as happiness
swallows
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not a haiku
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NapoWriMo day 10 :- write a love poem
soon
it won’t self-destruct
but I ask that you eat this
poem
soon
with cream
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haiku
pheromonal iii
timing sex off beat
hormones turn up heat slick skinned
to sheets to this breath
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haiku
pheromonal i
tangled strength of limbs
caught in whiff of mornings breathed
from soft twisted sheets
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haiku
rich
he gave me biscuits
as engagement rings i took
and dunked in tea
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haiku
shadows
sometimes you are sun
light butter n toast sometimes
the timing is wrong
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