Poetic Pudding


Sure, I’ve flirted with disasters,
been ending saga’s,
to lost chapter’s.
The force,
many a roving eyes,
Been an ending conclusion,
in long rides, when home, was
built of epic lies.
Deepened was my heart,
fullest in tries,
that tied,
my poetic pudding essentially,
for safe keeping, as it resided within me,
solely, as my wisdom’s critic.
Speaking directly to the soul’s resilience,
to output,
it’s wordy interference, of brilliance.
In accordance too fulfill a locked carnal intolerance,
that exposes the lost episode’s to a fraudulent, guidance.
Certainly been the spicy dish,
an embellished response,
to many wishes.
An appetizer,
full course meal,
as well, a delectable dessert tray,
indulging in appeal.
Just giving out a sample,
a complimentary,
of my poetic pudding rambles,
An appreciative relaxing,
of the mind’s, unveiling
Revealing chills,
that steal, a breath’s delay,
tastebuds held in captivity,
just melting away.
Encouragingly, stirring a feeling that builds up nerve to ask a favor,
yet teased to remain,
on the best behavior,
For sweetly spoken lips,
to the richest
kiss, of any flavor.
One taste of this poetic pudding, sends a necessary shock to central endings,
where its stirred, and whipped
to slowly begin,
smoothly satisfying to every involved sense,
as the mind and soul, naturally and tastefully, blend.
POETRY BY Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved for purposes intended.


2 thoughts on “Poetic Pudding

  1. I don’t know if anyone has ever said it yet but my gosh, your so fast and so consistent with your writing, without ever sacrificing quality, it’s truly an amazing display of a wonderful gift you’ve been given 💙

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