Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

words are elixirs
swallowed in lingering sips
across the tongues of die-hard-imbibers
determined to arrange them
in the quintessential order
of all-time memorable quaffs

Tasty potions that turn monsters into weeping sots
with gleams in their eyes and new tattoos embedded in their chests

words are sweet liqueurs
when the proportions are just right
and the ingredients are gathered on foraging treks
through ambient time forests
where melodic concoctions run from mountain stills
that inebriate the mind with flavorful shots of meaning

Tasty potions that mellow the ogres breath and dry up
ancient tears with soft steady winds of surprising taste and contentment



words are tasty lullaby potions
restorative relief
for thirsty hearts

I think love is illusion
That hide and seek
Mystery
Turn the other cheek
Uh huh

I love you so much
Yes it is true
My question is “ uh oh now what?” Love made me hungry
For my souls ambitious music
Paint paint paint
Stay home stay safe
Write write wright

stupid bob wrote:

I do my part
I practice
The Religion
Of the Heart

tasty potions
Mr tambourine man's tequila
It works better than bleach for Ovid19
tasty poem
ty

The scent of flowers
The sound of the ocean
Candlelight

Ahh...the mere thoughts of them...
those tasty potions melting into sweet okay's

so well concocted served with silent delight
even the look of them like a meringue high

what life could only dispel that which IS
larger, sweeter, more than imagination itself

(brilliant piece that went down easily... yes!)

c-soil, truck, cecil....thanks for the feedback.......the echoes of poets soothes the soul

Oh I can feel the sugar
My mouth is dry
I’m thirsty
Standing at the well
Talking into the darkness

The echo
My body says that this pandemic
Is not over yet- I would
Ticklish giggling
Whipped cream ice cream
Strawberries