Best Caramels Poems
Ladies night out as not a man to be found...
Sparkling attire adorned their, diamonds in lace
Pink champagne red lip sage; this tenderloins place
Beauty dancing atop the bare made stage; silk swans
Silver lights embracing swirling heights; ivory tides sighs
Softened cries of Asia, cuisine; joy aneath her African queen
Lovely Senorita's in caramels caressing, their European dreams.
In the soft moonlight
Sweet homemade cream caramels
Night symphony Jazz
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I have an old box
in that box, I have
collected many "treasures"
Not treasures of great value
but small memories of time
that has passed
This box is like a "scrapbook"
that makes me so happy
Look...look what I found today:
an old coin that is
marked by time
The coin is brown, a little thick
and need to be cleaned
The coin has a crown on
the one hand, value built
and the year standing
on the other side:
5 - cent from 1912
Such a coin from 1912
was probably a great wealth
It was probably not from
a "poor man`s" pocket
The coin has been owned
by many over the years
It has paid for food for
hungry bodies
Flour, sugar, bread, milk,
potatoes, onions and carrots
Perhaps the wool to knit socks
As the coin got older
it has lost its value
But for a child it was a big deal
You could buy both candy
and caramels
Maybe, it was put in
your "piggy bank"
Yes, what a story....
This little coin has,
traveled for many years
07.03.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
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Egyptian flavours
Candie's; chaste
Marshmellows
Delicious
Autumn's shaved
Ice French vanilla
Cream; covered in
German soft milk
Chocolates
Virgin Italian
Cherries; soaked
Coconut rum
English toffee
Pineapple bits
Melting
In our mouths
Swirling intoxications
Asian strawberries
Spanish caramels
Candie's
African mints
Dipped, in Autumn's
Native cream.
A pretty Christmas wreath I’ve fashioned, and it’s very sweet;
Sweet like you, my special one, because it’s even more. . .
More than just a wreath, it’s candy coated, made to eat!
Eat from it, my darling man. Don’t hang it on your door!
Your door does not require this wreath with chocolates replete;
replete with caramels, mints and gumdrops, too, placed on this ring.
This ring of homemade goodness to entice you, dear, I bring.
I bring it now, for next to you, there’s no one else as sweet!
Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta's "Christmas Wreath" Contest
My vice and addiction is not with bookies
But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
The supporters of my addiction are these little girls
Full moons, falling stars
Milky way, candy bars
Chicken soup, ham on rye
A BLT or key lime pie
The good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything
Sunny days, day it rains
Banana splits and candy canes
Hummingbirds, a peaceful dove
A gentle hug , a mothers love
The good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything
A child's laugh, colored balloons
Funny clowns, old cartoons
Grandma's cookies, horseshoe ringer
Grandpa asking to pull his finger
Good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything
Horse rides, country scenes
Carousels, and jellybeans
Picnic outing, swimming holes
Brown gravy and dinner rolls
Good things that life brings
Can be embedded in anything
Lemonades, bunny hops
Tootsie rolls and lemon drops
Chocolates, caramels
Cotton candy, country fairs
seesaws, tambourines
And many, many, other things
Charlie consumed countless calories
chomping Christmas cake
chocolate
cookies
candies
chewy caramels
cherry cheesecake
consequently
Charlie complained of
cavernous cavities
and cramped constricting chino’s
Charlie can’t control continuous Christmas chomping!
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12/11/20
Sugar.
You make me crave,
all the sweets and delights
that I never find in your kisses late at night.
Sugar.
I deny to myself,
every time I write to you
and you don't even say my name.
Sugar.
I need it as if I am in withdrawal,
from all the sweet fantasies
that will never be real.
Sugar, Sugar, Sugar...
I say it as if I pray,
but then I always go back for more
of your bitter taste!
OR, MY FEZ
Candy Daddy sneaks into my room at night
"Don't tell mommy," Candy Daddy says.
He has to give me candy when I ask for some
Or anything I want. A doll. A kitten. A fez.
"Candy Daddy, get me an ice cream cone,"
I demand, and narrow my eyes.
"Very well, my tiny trollop."
Candy Daddy grins. All the same,
I often pray he dies.
"Dear Jesus," goes my prayer, "Would you mind
Killing Candy Daddy before he sneaks in my room?
I know it's wrong to want it, but it would be so kind
Of you to introduce him to some painful doom."
So far my prayer has gone unanswered
And Candy Daddy tells me "Make no noise!"
Then come the dawn I gladly don my fez
And eat caramels and play with toys.
I'm pretty sure when I grow up
I will never want to play with boys
Candy Daddy rubs me wrong, and rubs me raw,
And makes me want to run away with my kitten
To Illinois.
My vice and addiction is not with bookies
But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
The supporters of my addiction are these little girls
Back then we lived for carousels
Gold beams, mosaic skies
On horses shaded caramels
Float dreams of the unwise
We never soared to sky or sea
Yet rode on glittered waves
A molded track eternity
Did roll triumphant saves
I kept the snowy steed beside
For you, my partner made
Our smiles would effortlessly glide
Beneath the gilded shade
But then amidst our ‘lectric daze
A paint chip shaving fell
The amber mare that held your gaze
Would lose its pretty shell
Her colors frowned with raindrop lips
and shape dulled from anew
At once our grand affair eclipsed
Off with your steed you flew
The tarnished pole that held your face
Then faltered to the ground
Pink mirrored glass broke in disgrace
The only music sound
Loud inner gears did squeak and grind
Dim lights flickered in vain
Sharp remnants of a metal rind
Are all that now remain
To shining dreams I bid farewell
Beside my sad old mare
For now we see our carousel
Did not go anywhere
When I was a kid and school was out, I'd rush home for milk and cookies.
And mom would give me a note and some money to run an errand for her.
But first I'd bike down this long steep ill behind the house where we lived,
down I'd go lickety split, free as a bird on the wing, faster, faster, faster still,
never thinking of using the brakes, a childhood thrill, I fearlessly plunged
down to the road below.
I'd fly through the streets to the grocery store to see what they had to offer,
sometimes flour, sometimes shortening and sometimes my favorite, SUGAR.
I'd hide them among the brooms and mops for no one would ever look there
and after work, with his ration book, dad would rescue my hidden treasures.
It was wartime, you see, in America. Everything worth having was rationed.
From the grocery store to the drug store, mom's note and money in hand,
imagine this, with a note to the druggist and no questions asked of me, I was handed a carton of Old Golds and matches concealed in a brown paper bag.
Then came my reward, at the soda fountain, I'd sip on a large cherry coke
and on the way out, with two pennies left, buy a pack of caramels to go.
Free as a breeze, I'd ride happily home just make it in time for our dinner.
Then out to hopscotch with neighborhood friends or roller skate down the
street. We'd play until dark and time to go home, no need to ever call us
cause the Lone Ranger was about to come on and we had to be there in time
to sit transfixed by the radio as our hero saved the West.
The Brainy Stranger @ the Book Store Coffee House - A Narrative Poem
One day at a book store,
In the corner they sold,
Some very flavorful coffee and biscuits cakes;
"We've got some lovely shacks,
Say’s the library hostess".
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some soapbox."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally busy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call fizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Book Store Coffee House Market.
So to Book Store Coffee House Market I decided to go,
In search of the zoos I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling crisps,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling fruits and dates
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather brainy
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all zany.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some fresh hot chocolate caramels Yum!"
I headed towards her, to the south
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the aroma she passed away.
Then it vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I heard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
All those books on the shelf just fell on me…
4/9/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©