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Fearless Of The Aftertaste
by Philip F De Pinto
The thought was freeing
Everything was her cup of tea
You would never catch her looking and seeing
Before she leaped and though she makes haste
To order another cup she is clever
Enough to fend for herself in such
Brewed or unbrewed now and ever
Fearless of the aftertaste
True to her word
As a matter of record
There was not a trace of accent
In her choice of lover or cuisine
She ordered both sight unseen
So you know
At the outdoor bistro
And whatever dollar and cent
There was to pay for such she would
As one who never knocks on wood
And is perfectly accepting of the lumps in the end
10/22/2014 Author's Note:
Posted on 10/22/2014
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/23/14 at 12:44 PM lololol...... I know it probably shouldn't... but it does make me smile. I see a bit of me in here.. I miss you my friend! It is wonderful to have a moment to read *hugs* |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 10/23/14 at 01:50 PM You have described me as well in this which you penned. No regrets. I always told my students and my daughter, "do what you think you must,but be willing to take the consequences." I live my life that way as well. Believe me I have taken a lot of consequences, swallowed them whole, but the adventure was worth the swallow and the chew. "there was a trace of accent in her choice of lover or cuisine." This is definitely me.....lovely ode.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/23/14 at 04:42 PM Quite the gal, carefree in all dimensions. I like how you've used food and drink here. Thanks for this, Philip. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/26/14 at 12:09 AM Fascinating character trait you've penned her and here, sir. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/28/14 at 07:42 AM Wow. Starts off reading of prostitution and no need
For me to care how this might read
Since I don't believe
This will post to your labor of words here
More than in your journal
But as always I may be wrong... |
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