Best Chocolaty Poems
"We can't ever fathom,
when the ceasing flicker of hope
flutters away,
and
escapes to an
endless forest;
the only charm in this
spellbound life is,
to chase that
scarred saffron second
and hue it with our own
enchanting light..."
As the fiddling
crescent basks
in this reborn moonrise,
I slowly blanket
my soul with
shivering sighs
of frozen stars,
as they trickle
down my lungs
and echo a
scentless spring,
where oceans
yearn to feel
the kiss of
floral zephyrs,
tickling their
turquoise sirens.
Perhaps,
I was once a
lifeless snowdrop,
a stygian silhouette
of midnight which
wrapped those
neon skies,
as black ice
melted in cores,
when pain became
my melancholic
soulmate and no
philosopher's stone
could turn this
solemn melody,
into sapphire ruins
of remedy.
Since my spirit
has hibernated
in this crystal castle -
I've been waltzing
in a wondering,
did my eyes
loose their dazzle
and become mere
colourless dots
of an oil pastel
portrait, as
this quill turned
vengeful for
its own spirit?
Did I break
my own heart,
by watering the
macabre of miracles?
Fading in
marigold mangroves
that whisper to
my delicate muse,
I feel the breaths
of mirthful wingbeats,
ricocheting and
making me swoon
over a pedestal of
pure sunrays.
Have I always
been this alive,
where these pulses,
reverberating
in my chestnut skin,
could wake me up
from the crestfallen
slumber?
Now, as these
topaz horizons
unfold their
golden carpet,
embroidered with
velvet peonies
and silk carnations,
I slowly bloom,
with a princess-cloak
of fluffy feathered
petals, resting
upon the crown of
emerald leaves,
bathed in chic
chocolaty lakes, as,
~ an empyrean lotus.
So, reminisce me
evermore, as an
imperfect lyric
of a dusky
peach pixie,
leaving footprints
of faith in a
muddy reverie,
for, on the
bluebell crest
of lush earth,
reigns this
rosy Cleopatra,
rhyming with
jeweled perfumes
of tomorrow.
There across the movie screen,
treats were dancing and
telling us to find them at
the concession stand.
Yes, I knew I should not go.
I‘d just eaten lunch.
At the snack bar, they beguiled,
“Have a little munch!”
M & M’s and Hershey bars -
chocolaty delight -
with such smooth deep voices asked
me to take a bite!
Hot dogs nearly barked out, “Don’t
let us go to waste!”
Meanwhile candies sweetly sang,
“Have a little taste.”
Then an Ice cream bar chimed in,
“Take a bite of me!
I can take a licking too
and most happily.”
Pepperoni pizza was
sure a little tease.
calling out with Nachos, “Hey,
We’ve got lots of cheese!”
At that dine-in theater
clamored other food.
Subway, Arby’s, many more
sounding rather rude.
They were all competing , but
Popcorn filled the air
with its heady butter scent.
What a circus there!
All were screaming out to me
(though I don’t know why),
“Bite me! Bite me!” Don’t foods know
bitten, they will die?
Well, I bought the popcorn as
my dear hubbie sighed,
“We already had our lunch.”
“Bite me,” I replied.
In 7/5 Trochee Form for the Bite Me Contest of John Lawless
To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.
To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
Sun’s warmth; the heat of passion on my skin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
For Line Gauthier's "My Secret to Happiness" Poetry Contest
*This is what happiness truly means to me and what makes life worth living!
Happy Holidays everyone at Poetry Soup!
A cozy warm fire
2 cups hugs plus one cup love
and a Christmas tree
Gifts favored with care
3 cups grins 2 cups kisses
and snuggly blankets
Chocolaty treats
Tablespoon of handholding
and Christmas stockings
Candy cane delights
Two and a half cups laughter
and Christmas carols
Santa’s ho ho ho
2 cups of Christmas giving
and holiday cheer
Merry Christmas!
3rd publish-prev PoetryPalette and GoDogGocafe by Franci Eugenia Hoffman
To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.
To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
To hold my sweetheart's hand and touch his skin.
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
She’s too tough for hallmark’s corruption,
too cool for an easy rhyme.
If I were to bring her flowers,
I’d have to buy a package of
Reese’s cups, and a bag
of licorice to construct
a bloom worth savoring.
She craves the originality
of a still dreaming sun rise
popping its back against
the morning, wiping
cloudy sleep out of
the eyes of our
lambent sky.
The calm of hot tea’s
embrace, as the warmth
of its revision surges
down a chocolaty wasted
throat.
The purity of a love
sweetened kiss,
in the arms of life’s poetry.
If I were to bring her flowers,
I’d bring them with that embrace;
A kiss worth its taste.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
While walking by a candy shop,
The sight of gumdrops made me stop,
And with a penny in my hand,
I entered into Candyland.
The smell of chocolate was distinct,
And then a sight caused me to blink,
As if in answer to my prayers,
I saw a million chocolate bears.
Some were dark and some were light,
And some were very, very white,
Some were standing six feet tall,
And some were very, very small.
Some were wide and some were thin,
Some wore frowns and some wore grins,
Some were round and some were flat,
Some wore shoes and some wore hats.
I was rather mystified,
I could not quite believe my eyes,
But when they all began to dance,
I walked right in and took a chance.
I danced with one and then with two,
Then three with hats and one with shoes,
I was the belle of Candyland,
My life was chocolaty and grand.
But visions faded into night,
When I awoke and saw my plight,
My chocolate vision was a dream,
So I got up and had ice-cream.
from a solid rock burst open like a watermelon
gushing out life-giving red and seed from within
joyful song overflows like a waterfall
the young spirit springs and whirlpools
floating away like a hot air balloon
setting on the fluff of clouds at noon
of colourful hues like chocolaty smarties
on heart shaped tattoos and sweet cookies
cool spray carved off smooth rock
summer breezes from the tongue of a frog
the aero-trains threw open the imagination
as submarines propelled the ocean to endless navigation
at play as children grew minds like air lilies
wide-eyed natural beauty of wild flowers
bubbling with smiles of wonder like big windows
sunshine in a pot of gold like the birth of a rainbow
04-09-15
Have no pity for the overweight,
the out of breath at the garden gate,
the struggling in and out of cars,
cnsumer of syrup and chocolate bars.
Walking sticks and mobility scooters,
the difficult bras encasing hooters.
Red faced men and lard arsed women,
their promise of tomorrow slimming.
Condemn me now, I'm for the blaming,
in this campaign, this body shaming.
So many things beyond control,
my ugly skin and shallow soul,
but when I walk I leave no hole.
People say I'm out of touch,
I think that we accept too much,
fat piggy people should disgust.
Their need,
selfish
greed,
want,
desire,
gluttony,
feed,
pig,
and
opinionated.
Big is beautiful,
big and proud.
And all the while,
the dying sound,
cry of starvation,
die of starvation,
you,
You lie of starvation!
because the pudding was not chocolaty enough!
because there is no ice cream left,
if your wanting mouth needs to consume,
feast on torment of starving children,
drink only tears of broken mothers.
If choose i am
Between two Fairlies
I will choose the Darker
If choose i am
Between the Darker Fairly
And a Chocolaty
I will choose the Chocolaty
If choose i am
Between two Chocolaties
I will choose the Fairer Chocolaty
If choose i am
Between the Fairer Chocolaty
And an Ebony
I will choose the Ebony
If choose i am
Between two Ebonies
I will choose the Cutest Ebony
It doesn't matter
What you think you know
About what i want
What matters
Is what i know
About what i want
One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa,
were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant;
we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles
in my tummy!" I said sort of loudly. (hint, hint)
Finally, our waiter Fuddy Duddy, (that is his name, honest)
so slowly, comes over, "What will you hatz?" He sayz;
I quickly place my odour, " I'll have a chocolaty lickety split,
a smellfungus burger with all the rigmarole with it;
and some fat-me-up fries!"And I slam close, the men-you.
Goombah Pa Pa lookz at his men-you for the longest time,
(oh la di la, whatz the brouhaha, just odour, I'm a thinking)
at last he sayz, "I'll have some kerfuffle tea, and some of
that skullduggary soup of the day and some shennanigan
pasta surprize!" And he slams the men-you closed, with a smile.
Fuddy Duddy nods and walks away with the speed of a snail,
(oh gobbleygook, my tummy is rumbling) when at last he;
is coming our way with a tray loaded with our meal- (rumble!)
when some doozy, klutz of a kid trips Fuddy Duddy, and
we have to skedaddle out of the way . . . or wear our food!
Goombah Pa Pa, canoozles me on the cheek. "Nevermind,
Molly Coddle, we'll just re-odour . . .
(oh collywobbles, I'm thinking, loudly)
Goombah Pa Pa, whispers, "patience is a virtue, Molly Coddle!"
(rumble!)
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March 18, 2017
Narrative/Molly Coddle and her Collywoobles
Copyright Protected, ID 885485
I Need A Cup of Seuss
Jerry T. Curtis,
You leave little sprinkles
Of crystalized sugary words
Everywhere you go
Traces of sweetness
Meant to tantalize
Everyone the same portion
Of the rich desert of your soul
Little sugar sprinkles
Just a little lick…
Please forgive me
I don’t appreciate
Something that melts so fast
With no staying power
For my ravenous soul
Forgive me
For not fainting with delight
When you and I both know
That only the most decadent
Oozing chocolaty delight
Drizzled in rich caramel
Prepared with me in mind
Will satisfy my mind
And melt in my mouth…
Sweetness with staying power
To be savored bit by wicked bit
Delicious delectable dessert
Of your admiration and delight
Prepared with my taste in mind
Forgive me
If the little sprinkles
You've sweetly left behind
Don’t satiate my soul
Don’t tempt my demanding tongue
Save my share for others
For this woman only dines
On love’s full fantasy feast
With the dessert not meant to share
My very own chocolate ecstasy
Enjoyed ONLY by me
So forgive me…
Forgive me
If I pass
Your little tiny treat
Of sprinkled sugary words
Down there at my feet
Eileen Manassian Ghali
With my
dark brown
velvety
chocolaty
eyes
I am melting your heart
well that’s a good start
As I draw you within
I am calming your soul
watching you
trusting you
falling in love with you
Please take me home
do not leave me alone
I beg don’t resist
as your heartstrings I twist
with my
dark brown
velvety
chocolaty
eyes
Tis me
your very own
Easter Surprise…
Written 18th April 2019
The surprise is whatever you want it to be…
Contest A STRAND (1066)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Human Beings have many things,
They drink milk and eat chocolaty silk.
Human Beings are doctors and teachers,
Human Beings are also cheaters.
Human Beings have mobiles and phones,
Phones also have many tones.
Human Beings have shelter like house,
Computer has only one mouse.
Human Beings are afraid of ghost,
They do breakfast of bread and toast.
Human Beings are also hero,
Aryabhatta has discovered zero.
One day there will be the end of Human Beings,
Who has discovered all the things.
A chocolaty moon was rising.
I have lost my riverbed.
Accuser has become accused.
The hangman has shifted
the ground while glistening
in moonlight. Oxymoronic ?
Eponym exited the lips of a drone fly.
A flotilla of tears
dies in an eye of a storm.
An audacity of a drifter
to stop the promiscuous honors
of strangers in death.
Only night-bloomers will watch
the sunrise in eternal lonliness.
The roots will always stay in dark.
Satish Verma