Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Birthday Bash

Let’s get the party started!
Food paradise on the table
Platter of hummus and
fresh, warm pita bread
Little cakes with jelly
And for the sweet tooth,
rows of rich truffles

All to celebrate Kelly
who leaves behind her
twelfth year and gears up
for the teenage rage
(a stage for a different page)

Enter candle-lit cake
Death by Chocolate, mmmm
Kelly’s belly will be full
and the gravity of a cavity
looms large in her future
Dad always presents cake

He trips on a rug
Mom tries to catch it
A clean miss and the
mess is in my lap, a
motley mash of icing
and one still-lit candle

I don’t usually cotton
to such antics, but
don’t blame Auntie Ame –
the birthday girl started it:

“FOOD FIIIIIGHT!”

© 2014 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

The Sunday Whirl gave us a fun Wordle. The first eleven words were contributed by Barbara Yates Young. The final word, motley, was contributed by Catherine MacGregor, to make it an even dozen.

I went with the premise of the birthday (celebrate, platter, jelly, bake) and simply let it ride from there. Honestly didn’t know this would end up the way it did. Pesky characters are running around in my cranium today! Thanks to Brenda Warren for keeping our Sundays “awhirl”! You can see the Wordle HERE. Peace, Amy


BLISSFUL BALM

O, the wondrous healing balm
comforting confectionery consolation

Whether this wellspring of pain
came from a broken romance
a broken promise
or a broken nail

All is made whole and well
by the soothing, sensual touch
of chocolate upon one’s tongue

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, a little something sweet.   No ranting today…

Also at the poetic bakery where I needn’t press my nose against the glass, but simply walk in, Poets United… proud to be a member!  Peace, Amy


Face Down in it When I Die

It’s my last wish
that I shall leave this world
drowning in chocolate cake

The dense layers slashed by
thick, sweet frosting and
dusted with Mexican cocoa

But for now, seeing as
I’m pretty much alive
and kicking, I’ll settle

for a plate, a fork, and
a cup of espresso,
swirling mocha on my tongue

The nearest thing to good sex
is rich, sensual, forbidden…
and sitting in front of me

Excuse me while I
indulge in the bliss of
this final piece of pleasure

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Image from Dessert Devil
For the delightfully named Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, courtesy of Ella, whose blog appears HERE. She challenged us to write about food porn.  Also hanging about in the kitchens of Poets United. Peace, and whatever food porn floats YOUR boat, Amy


Well, a poet named honey haiku started a new (not exclusively haiku) prompt, The Eyelet Review, so I decided to try it out. It seems to be “any forms, anything” for now, at least, but I used the lovely portrait she employed for her poem, “Dalliance,” and tried a different twist. Hope honey likes it!

It's all about role-playing!

 

Masquerade

Here we are again
Frolicking with no end in sight
This week, we decided to go Bodice-Ripper
and recline here in the woodland
posing as for a portrait

I’ll bet no one would guess
my wicker basket is filled with
chocolates and brandy
crackers and cheese
and several edible condoms!

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil


The Writer’s Island prompt was “Wondrous,” and I knew exactly where this would lead… Amy

BALM

O, the wondrous healing balm
comforting consolation

Whether this wellspring of pain
came from a broken romance
a broken promise
or a broken nail

All is made whole and well
by the soothing touch
of chocolate upon one’s tongue

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil