Ode to gooey indulgence (OctPoWriMo)

Day 12

Prompt: Ode to something you love

Form: Ode

Thou oozy overload of sweetness,
Thou sisterhood of deliciousness and lusciousness.
A mere gourmand can’t thus express,
A flowery tale more sweetly than my rhyme:
What perfect torus is thy shape;
No mortal, nor immortal can be immune to thy charms.
In the confectionery shops dotted across the worlde,
What pâtisserie chef worked magic with simple dough?
What piece of baked goody art thou?
What gustatory gratification you generate?

Eaten goodies are sweet but those uneaten,
Are sweeter; therefore ye sight for sore eyes, stay on;
I pray, play with my senses no more!
Sugar dressed beauty, I canst leave thee alone,
Thy allure is beyond compare!
How do I count the ways that I yearn for you?
Fathom no one can, the depth of my longing.
My bold lips yearn to kiss thy scrumptious skin
The untold bliss that you have coated my soul with;
Is unparalleled elsewhere in this universe!

Ah! Delirious do I feel as I bite into
The pillowy softness of perfection!
My eyes close on their own with ecstasy;
As a cavalcade of flavours dances on my tongue.
The unselfish gooey creaminess is something to die for!
I care not if death knocks at my door in this moment of indulgence.
Fie! I say to anyone who tries to warn me about your so called imperfections!
Jealousy is known drive man to unknown nadir;
I dare anyone to make perfidious or calumnious claims against you!
I worship the altar on which you sit queen like;
My day incomplete without a visit to my majesty,
Long live your exuberant voluptuousness!

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/11/what-do-you-see-103-october-11-2021/

(Inspired by Keats’ odes)

Change of season (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 4

Prompt: Autumn

Form: Pantoum

The day hurries by, ceding place to the longer night
Yet the heat refuses to mellow to a coolness
Not all leaves brown and fall, some are still bright
But it sure is the season of fruitfulness!

Though the heat refuses to mellow to a coolness
Disinterested in going into a decline
It sure is the season of fruitfulness
Despite the uncertainty of changing times.

Disinterested in going into a decline
Summer persists with hot, humid days
Maybe because of uncertainty of changing times
Seasons seem to overlap in many ways.

Summer persists with hot, humid days
They say it’s a sign of global warming
Seasons seem to overlap in many ways
Why don’t we heed the global warning!

They say it’s a sign of global warming
That not all leaves brown and fall and some are still bright
Why don’t we heed the global warning
Alas! the day hurries by, ceding place to warm night.

(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)

Fantastical journey (OctPoWriMo)

Day 2

Prompt: Explore

Form: Decastich (a poem in ten lines)

Perfunctory air-kisses under the watchful eyes of curious kids
Our awkward hugs were always at the doorway
Craning over the overstuffed portmanteaus and backpacks
Though inside I was coming all undone!
Your wanderlust making you restless
These past two years with the world going topsy-turvy
Your heart longing for the deep secrets of sea
We embarked on a fantastical journey
Our contraption, in all its splendour, ready to take off with clangs and bangs
Hey world! Here we come!

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/04/what-do-you-see-102-october-4-2021/

(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)

Finally, it begins…(OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 1

Prompt: Anticipate

Form: Cascade

My spine atingle as I prepare to start
A festival of poetry that excites me most
A poem a day I commit to write.

I hope to keep my resolve to participate
I need my readers’ support as I embark
My spine atingle as I prepare to start.

I do write poems, most everyday
But there’s something so motivating about this month
A festival of poetry that excites me most!

I take a deep breath as my fingers are poised
No going back or stopping once I begin
A poem a day I commit to write.

(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)

Nothing but the truth

A commodity considered archaic in the present times
relegated to being rarest of rare
truth these days is an experimental drug.

As dazzling artifice and pretence become lucrative
plain truth is no longer regarded attractive
a commodity considered archaic in the present times.

Lies need no passport, traversing the world
truth plods on, barefoot and sore
relegated to being rarest of rare.

Deception artfully camouflages flaws
honesty almost always gives you a spine
truth these days is an experimental drug.

For OLN at dVerse being hosted by Lisa.

Bottled feelings

(From Pexel)

I bottle feelings everyday
dram by dram, drop by drop
disappointment, despair, resentment
as well as the blinding rage
they all go in the same bottle

carefully, without the funnel, I pour
gradually; drip, drip, drip
spill not a driblet
and get on with life
with a plastered smile

when the sunless cloudscape presents itself
I sit with myself
the bottle by my side
I swallow a mouthful of asperity laced cocktail
sip by sip, sip by sip
scanning the skies for stars to guide


the inverted questions remain suspended
the knot in my stomach getting tighter
I sit there with my empty bottle waiting
for dawn to pick a fight


same old, same old life goes on
with a sigh I get ready to bottle feelings again.

Same again (a quadrille)

(from Pexel)

That night, doubts lingered  like shadows
unspoken words hung like heavy chandeliers
eyes shuttered the unbecoming reality

we sat like two strangers
our misaligned hearts
refusing to beat in tandem
but cowardly courage refused to sing

So we went back to the usual drudgery.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Linda says: The word today is Linger or any form thereof, or even one you create containing the word.