Best Chocolatey Poems
Where do I begin
To ask the question
And do I divulge my sin
Reveal obsession
Please I need your wise advice
I’m walking on thin ice
What if I pay the price
Will I regret this choice
Do I roll the dice
Trust my inner voice
Play this lottery
blank uncertainty
Of possibility
Drowning in the sea
My heart is beating faster
Do I just take the leap
Like ripping off a plaster
Unveiled my destiny
Will that evoke disaster
Will I be sorry after
Should I leave it to the master
It’s time to cease this game
Roulettes the devils work
On me I lay the blame
I’m overwhelmed with fear
Overcome with shame
I feel my pulsing veins
Ready set take aim
I take it in my hand
You see me trembling
What if I find it’s bland
This is my reckoning
And as I begin to bite
My heart fills with delight
Someone’s listened to my plight
It was a coffee one
And not a toffee one
Delicious bliss
Chocolatey kiss
Slowly oozing
So wickedly soothing
What a close call
I thank you all
They just don't know how to apologize, do they?
Giving something that's prone to finger bleeds
and even chunkier thighs.
I'll give you the Golden Rule:
with situations like this
it is sure to apply.
An idea I propose (if I may be so bold):
give me a week without seeing your face
and a day without hearing your voice.
Heartbroken women everywhere agree
that it truly is the safest choice!
I don't need a second bouquet
or another box of sweets so chocolatey.
Seeing you suffer for what you did
is without a doubt the greatest therapy!
But of course Don't despair
Eventually you'll be forgiven
Give it space Give it time
When you return it will be sublime
a peck on the cheek
"Honey, can you fix the bathroom sink,
it hasn't been greased
... in at least a week."
NOTE: For all you women out there that have to put up with us silly men.
Her face lit up with a smile
radiance, ebullience
for the longest while
plastic fork and spoon
cast aside, napkin astride
the floor
while more and more
and more of the
chocolatey cake ends up
as the latest
one-year-old birthday-girl
makeup
You, Ice Cream, are delicious.
I could eat you every day.
I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I’ll eat you for dessert, too.
I’ll eat you Winter and Summer, Fall and Spring.
Because, you, Ice Cream, are the best.
You can be chocolate, vanilla or more,
I love all of your flavors,
all except peanut butter.
You can be chocolatey and rich
or simple vanilla.
You are cold, sweet and delicious,
thick or thin, but always scrumptious.
Drained all the liquid but Nana still said it had good chocolatey flavor.
How sweetish it is, nothing can compare,
A rich, dense, and chocolatey creamy bite.
Taking a bite, like hugging a soft bear;
Though lack sugar it does it’s a delight.
Delicate texture one perhaps perceives,
A gentle yet stunning effigy seen.
Picturing figures you can’t misbelieve
This chocolate gives one a fuzzy dream
The magical mystery finally learned
From tasting the sweet sweet nectar of god
Take a small nibble; for you will now yearn
For the pure sensation of this facade
Words Are compelling, so don’t be a fool
This pure chocolate tastes much worse than droolc
MY FIVE SENSES AT WORK WITH MY SPECIAL CHILD
With my God-given sense of sight
I thank* His miraculous might
For my special child’s milestones’ height
He manifests with great delight:
…appreciative face, glowing bright
…raising hands while learning left or right
…distinguishing yellow from white
…sign language show of prayer-plight!
As for my ready sense of smell
The Lord signals my nose to tell
If my special child can revel
In his grooming as scented well:
…since his quirky acts don’t repel
…the baby cologne’s blissful swell
…with his perfumed lotion and gel
…of after-bath fragrance level!
Through my tasting ability
God endows me sense-faculty
To check food nutrients’ quality
For my child’s growth-intensity:
…midst sweet cravings - chocolatey
…appetite for fish, so meaty
…as well as juice, milky and fruity
…ignoring bitter or salty!
By my God-blessed sense of hearing
I listen to my child sharing
His thoughts midst shouts so endearing
Thru his glee-filled muttering:
…Bible stories, his heart stirring
…Gospel songs with his voice soaring
…stammering about cats purring
…noise - whispering, cheering, caring!
Along my God-bestowed touch-sense
I can feel my child’s innocence
Filled with wondrous wisdom’s presence
By his assurance-grip’s license:
…kiss of gratitude's prevalence
…embrace of sweet joy’s opulence
…hugs of peace for restful silence
…all expressing love’s excellence!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
August 10, 2018
6th place, "Five Senses" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 8/14/2018.
Alone,
I sit
and
breath in...
your essence.
Once again,
You've brought
meaning,
understanding,
and a certain...flavor,
to my presence.
I love your...
Hot & Chocolatey, Self!
You're not COMPLETELY,
worthless,
sitting on the
shelf.
but, you have so much
more to offer,
when I hold you!
When I can sip at you,
&
nip at you,
as my hands,
warmly, mold you.
And, with one sweet taste,
I quickly
skip one through eight,
Because, really...
who has the time?
So, I skip one through eight,
and go directly, to
cloud NINE!
Umph, umph, umph!
Yes, Lawd!
I...LOVE...your
Hot
and
Chocolatey,
SELF!
THIS IS WRITTEN BY AN 12 YEAR OLD STUDENT. PLEASE KEEP COMMENTS POSITIVE.
Hot Chocolate
Smooth
Creamy
Chocolatey
Legato. Smooth, slow jazz ballads.
The type where you play each note as late as possible.
The type that holds beautiful memories.
The type that will have you unaware that
Your foot is tapping to the beat of the soft drums,
The connected sound of the melody, and easy tone.
Before you know it, the beautiful sound will bring a tear to your eye,
Making your subconscious softly whisper,
“Encore, Encore”.
This is the type that lets you sit back
On a cold winter’s night, sipping on a rich
Chocolatey cup of hot cocoa, listening to the
Sweet sound of a jazz band playing a ballad
That brings so many wonderful memories back to you.
Legato. Smooth, slow jazz ballads.
The type where you play each New York rooftop as full
And as powerful as possible, but as quiet as a mouse.
Imagine sitting close to a lit fire place.
It’s snowing outside and the house smells of gingerbread cookies.
You’re all snuggled up in your favorite blanket
Reading your favorite book.
As you’re sipping on your hot chocolate, a song comes on.
A special song.
A song that makes you cry as it plays.
It’s called Bye Bye Blackbird.
As it finishes, you stare into your mug and see your reflection.
You see someone full of tears and you realized it’s yourself.
You’ve never felt so sad yet happy
At the same time.
It makes you wonder what life is really about
And whether or not you should continue to live in it.
But you quickly remember that as long as you have jazz,
Everything will be alright, and that’s a fact.
Most people can’t enjoy it. Most people don’t like it.
Most people say it’s outdated, but I guess that’s fine
Because my brother I’m telling you,
This is right here is jazz.
Two love birds collide
Different world
Different cities
Different colour
A tale of two cities
Like a
cinderella
story...
The groom
chocolatey
The bride
lights up
What an
attraction
Between
Unlike
poles...
When the
chocolate
enters
The bride
lights up his
world
He said he
loved her
He pursued
determinedly
He was
focused
and
patient....
And he got
his "Prize"...
As the day
drew nigh...
For the walk
on the aisle
Everyone in
high spirits...
Preparations
all the way..
To make it a
day
Dat lasts
long in the
memory
Trumpets
blowing..
Drums
banging
Dancers
strutting
their stuff
Standstill...the
order of the
day
All nooks
and
crannies
filled
For just two
people
Destined to
be *father
and mother*
Of many
nations*
Union that
has been
God-
ordained
To
transform
and mould
lives
With Jesus
at the
Epicentre..
The rivers of
excitement
flows
through my
bloodstream
Now its a
month of
God-fulfilled
promise
Tick tock
says the
clock....
A month in
no time
Will lead to
a year
And to a
decade....
Double
decades...
and
many more
If Jesus
tarries....
God will
*jinki* you
with seeds
That will
continue
your vision...
And your
parental
roles fulfilled
You shall
not lax
in
your
responsibilities
To
yourselves....
And seeds....
You are an
eagle
Destined to
soar...
You shall
shine...
Brighter
than the sun
You shall
walk with
God
Like never
before
*jinki*
yoruba word
for enrich...
(An
indigenous
language in
nigeria)
Mom woke up early to bake the pie. The special occasion pie. Her daughter’s favorite. She rolled out the chilled dough with the old rolling pin and crimped the edges just so. She danced with anticipation as the custard bubbled to its chocolatey glory. When all was done, there were eggshells everywhere. She tidied the kitchen humming their favorite tune.
At last the doorbell rings and there is the delightful smile of her beautiful girl! Though a bit awkward they hug and chat pleasantly. But before Mom can present her scrumptious offering, something from the bitter forbidden list almost slips from Mother's lips. Almost, but her daughter’s keen ear hears it. Almost is enough. Enough to trigger her daughter’s rehearsed response--leaving Mom stunned and alone with her disappointed expectations.
behind the slammed door
the said, unsaid, and dust swirl
untouched meringue weeps
3/8/2021
Enriched with sweetness of friendship delight
Bubbling midst love’s joy, not sugar-coated
We savor chats of chocolatey sprite
Grateful for vibrant bonding, grace-salted.
While coffeing, we honeyfy talk-bliss
Reminiscing high school festive days
Lollipopping during breaks … not to miss
Licking cake-icings, showing glowing face.
With sizzling menus along progress-gain
Cheered by favorite meals of good news flow
We linger beyond taste of candy-reign
And sumptuous dishes’ contentment-glow.
As friends* juicing-out fruits of partnership
We suffice each other with caring treats
Around satisfying blest fellowship
Thanking God for granting us meeting feats.
*3John 1:14 But I trust I shall shortly see thee, and we shall speak face to face. Peace be to thee. Our friends salute thee. Greet the friends by name.
May 20, 2022
2nd place, "A Merger With Food" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 7/2/2022.
From the pulled-sugar tux
To the pressed-sugar gown,
The sweet candy couple
Will paint the cake town!
From their sugary heads
To their saccharine shoes,
They're the topmost of all
To spread the good news.
They've layers of goodness
Stacked under their feet,
First, a moistened red velvet
Of chocolatey sweet ...
Below that, two inches
Of soft coconut cream,
That rests on two layers
Of strawberry dream!
A tangy, tart lemon cake
Is what lays beneath,
Then almond vanilla
Circles all like a wreath.
Two inches of spice cake
Then gives that support,
And under that, still,
Is a rich German torte.
The base of Cake Mountain,
This pyramid pleasure,
Is double-fudge marble,
A sweet, scrumptious treasure!
But it all looks the same -
Frosted art, to the eyes,
With all the fun layers
As a wedding surprise!
But the rose-gilded sides
All coated with frosting,
Aren't nearly as steep
As what it's all costing!
But don't worry, each inch
Of mouth-watering ice,
Is confection perfection,
And well worth the price.
But if you're still craving
The sweet stuff that's inside,
Seems the groom craves that, too,
When he looks ...
At the bride!
** 2nd Place in the "Relishing Cake Poetry Contest", Julia Ward, Sponsor. **
Think of strawberries oozing with chocolate
cake just with flakey chocolatey crumbs just to make the icing nicer.
What bout ice cream made to entice ya,
Imagine a cookie made out of marshmallows and chocolate and ice cream
It would all be like living a dream!
Say you see a person licking the frothy bit of your milkshake
or licking the crumbs of your chocolate cake.
Even if i get a doubt
i still need to eat a brussel sprout!