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You, Me, and Candy

Love is the essence.

Your presence is flavor.

I'll savor you "Now and Later."

Your sweetness is one,

of many candies,

not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
 
I'm a "sucker" for you,

like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.

Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"

we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.

You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."

You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.

 
 
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.

"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."

Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"

as true love's meant to be.

We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"

then we'll twist into "Kisses."

Doesn't that sound delicious?

I'll lick your "Necco,"

as you tickle my ears.

My "Snickers" are so hard,

I'm brought to tears.

I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"

while you tenderly rub my back.

"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.

You make relaxing easy, 

like bendy "Laffy Taffy."

You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.

""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.

Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"

anywhere, as long as you stay.

Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.

Call me your girl, or a playful tease.

You're a little nutty, my happy "Almond Joy."

When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.

You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."

We'd make great "Sugar Babies."

Maybe with lots of practice,

we might have "Twix."

We'll name them "Mike & Ike,"

or something we both like.

You're such a "Big Hunk,"

and I love "Whoppers."

Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.




(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over 
correctly.)

 


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You Can Hug Anyone You Want To

(This poem was inspired by my friend's grandma who said, and I quote, "You can hug anyone you want to." I dedicate it to all the sweetie poets who give "hugs.")


You can hug anyone you want to.
It's something everyone can do.

(There are many reactions from one act.
Proceed with caution so you don't get smacked.)

You can hug any way you like.
Keep it loose, or grab 'em tight.

Hug with a manly guttural noise,
or hug like a lady with grace and poise.

Sometimes just one hand will do.
Hug the way that best suits you.

Hug to ward off tears and sorrow.
Hug like you're going to die tomorrow.

Hug sister Suzy. Hug uncle Al.
Hug anyone to make a new pal.

Hug 'em big. Hug 'em small.
Hug 'em one. Hug 'em all.

Hug 'em in a group or two by two,
so the pleasure's not all about you.

Hug with a spin. Even make it an art.
Just make sure you hug with your heart.

It's as simple as a shoulder shrug.
Everybody could use a hug.

You can hug anyone you want to.
Watch your back, cuz I might hug you.


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Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down

To the tune of "Santa Clause Is Coming To Town"

You better look up,
prepare for His sight.
The Lord will come back
some day or some night.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He's making a list.
He's paid the great price.
Who's going in route
to His paradise?
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're breathing.
He knows you need His grace.
He knows that we have all been bad,
but He died to take our place.

With bright Seraphim and bright Cherubim,
Trumpy trumpets, and drummy drum drums,
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're weeping.
He offers His embrace.
He knows you like nobody else,
yet He loves you anyway.

You better not doubt.
You wanna know why?
Your life could end soon.
There's no second try.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down

by Juliet Ligon
12-01-2013


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Take The Leap Into My Heart

Frolic into these open arms that need you.
Melt into my lips, and let them feed you.

Let the breath of love's kiss
and my eager feet lead you

into my heart's majestic garden.
Bloom freely, my beauty. I'll never weed you.

There is one trophy in this growth,
and it is, indeed, you.

Should my rare rose be cut,
my garden will truly bleed you.



For Debbie Guzzi's "Take The Leap" contest


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A Zit

Before the mirror his presence beamed.

In shock and horror, the mirror screamed

at his heartbeat

apart from me,

throbbing, ready to pop,

even talking, nonstop.

"Quiet, you fool," I whispered harshly,

yet the more he pestered me.

He spoke for me when we went out,

got all the attention with each shout.

A blush surrounded what I could not tame.

He held a bold stance, like a target for aim.

If only I could hide my face,

or take a wand and make an erase.

Even so, he'll go when he's ready,

and I'll have problems less petty.


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Purple

 boy and girl intermingling 

           blood and veins overlapping 

 vulnerableness 

           a violet's caress 

 lavender kombucha 

           passion's persona 

 jasmine's megaphone 

           harmony's tone 

 music's movements 

           sincere sentiments 

 amethyst's kiss 

           hot and cold amiss 

 an artist's loaded brush 

           a starfish's bluish blush 

 a fairy dusting 

           mountain berry ice cream 

 jelly doughnut filling 

           ripened grapes distilling 

 regal drape twine 

           an eggplant's bloodline 

 royalty's manners 

           hung Lutheran banners 

 a swing-seated spiritual rest 

           creativity compressed 

 a poet's potential prose 

           a rare rose 

 a nose of lilac blooms 

           beauty's ballrooms 

 a pleasurable bruise 

           love's uncomfortable shoes 

 a plum's point of view 

           progeny of red and blue 

 evening sky's blending 

           a rainbow's favorite ending


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Dismembered

I had a love, but it flew like a 
bird
out of the cage, but never 
heard.

I had a voice that spoke with 
tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I 
digress.       

I had a charm that melted like 
butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.

I ballooned lungs, possessing 
your air,
but your absence left a 
pulmonary tear.

I had wide eyes endulged with 
beauty,
but they can't relay what a 
heart can see.    

I had a heart that beat like a 
drum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-
stuck gum.

I had honey dance in my 
playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to 
brush out.

I had a belly that held 
butterflies.
Now they've come out like once 
hidden lies.

I had tickled ears filled with 
your melody.
They pranced like deer, into a tree.

I had pennies wasted on vain 
wishes.
Now they're poisoning the 
fishes 
   
I had a nose filled with rose's 
scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a 
memory spent.

I had smooth arms secure in 
your care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, 
bare.

I had soft hands, interlocked 
with yours.
Now they hold open their own 
doors.

I had silken legs you loved to 
caress.
I keep them neatly under my 
dress.

I had eyebrows raised with 
arousal.
Now they're abased, full of 
sorrow.

I had a smile, like a child's for 
cake.
I still wear one, but it's a fake.

I had instincts, but I let them 
go,
like a rambling tongue, for 
ego's show.    

I had a feeling this would end,
but remained devoted like an 
owing friend.

I had deep wounds, dripping 
with blood.
The stains are hidden under the 
rug.

I had regrets of the worst kind,
but I've released them, lost in 
time.

I had a self, differently sorted,
vibrantly alive, now aborted.


by Juliet Ligon
for Giorgio's "Favorite Poem" 
contest


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Hello, January, We Need To Talk

I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
Hello, January,
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
(sigh)
Snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?


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No Proper Goodbye

 There was no closure of a proper goodbye. 
 I tried, but... 
 no reply. 

 Your body became limp and cold as 
 a corpse. 
 We froze alone 
 in different time warps. 

 My ambiguous stutters 
 wouldn't disappear. 
 They pinched as they burrowed 
 like earwigs in each ear. 

 My mouth opened slowly 
 to suck the words back in. 
 Then the dead revived 
 and embraced my skin. 

 My heart bloomed profusely 
 like first love's lilac. 
 With lips on lips 
 you took my words back. 



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They Hold Me Together

 With ball point in hand, 

 I write anew. 

 On tablet command 

 my point-of-view, 

 one for only them to see.   
     
 These two objects won't disagree. 

 I hold them together, as they do me.


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