Tease Me, Please! (2022 NaPoWriMo #20)

With a little digging I found another series of poetry prompts being provided by NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days. I’m starting in the middle and I’ll see how it goes as to whether I work to catch-up with the prior prompts or just carry on forward.

Prompt 20

Write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food.

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I’m pretty sure I’ve never done anything like this before – not for food. I like this experiment. I contemplated making the Durian fruit (also known the smelly fruit) the subject of this poem. My wife loves the fruit, but I “ask” her to eat it outside in the garden otherwise the house absolutely reeks. But I settled on something a little more sensual.


Tease Me, Please

Tease me, please. Let’s not rush.
You’re tickling tongue is my deepest need.
I’m left dripping by your warm touch.

Gentle with me, please. Don’t be too rough.
A nibble here. A nibble there. Oh, yes! Right there!
But watch your teeth, they can be too much.

Quickly now, please! There’s no time to waste.
You’ve brought me to my melting point;
At my limit, I can’t hold off this flush!

Ahhh! My sweet-tooth you were really great!
But I’m not one to hang around and cuddle;
I prefer to keep things cool and avoid such mush.
So, I’ll just slip out quietly with a hush.


I don’t know about you, but I’m seriously in the mood for some ice cream now after all that. Haha. Hope you enjoyed.


Be well,

Monty


The Command (2022 NaPoWriMo #19)

With a little digging I found another series of poetry prompts being provided by NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days. I’m starting in the middle and I’ll see how it goes as to whether I work to catch-up with the prior prompts or just carry on forward.

Prompt 19

Write a poem that starts with a command

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Ok. I’m usually more of a influencer than a tell-to-doer…let’s see how I adjust to this command.


The Command

Stop Buzzing Me!
Here I am sitting down to write a bit of poetry,
And you’re bombarding me with your buzzing spree.

Oh, off you go finally, thank you;
Go about and dance with the flowers, you’ve plenty to do;
Wait! Don’t come back! I’ll swat you, I swear. It’s true.

I don’t want to do you any harm,
But your buzz is causing me great alarm;
Go on! Go on! Go tend to your pollination farm

Ahhh! You seem to have listened at last;
Your buzzing has faded into the past;
But just in case I’d better finish this poem fast.


Well, sometimes life provides poetry without my asking. By the way, as soon as I finished the poem, the little “buzzard” returned. I guess I’ll just have to learn how to share my garden a little more graciously.


Be well,

Monty