Best Confectionery Poems
As you open the door...
you are momentarily transported
back to an innocent child like state.
Your concentration wavers
as your senses react like a 4th of July
firework display.
Large, colorful posters cover the walls
surrounding you...
offering tasty descriptions of many of the items.
All the while the scents of chocolate, fruit,
along with a variable feast of
confectionery delights are taken in
with every breath.
You look around...it's almost your turn.
You must decide...but it can not be taken lightly,
or simply blurted out in a moment of desperation.
The moment has arrived as you step up to the counter.
As eye contact is made,
your mind gives second thoughts to your selection.
Taking a deep breath, you calm yourself...
you can do this you tell yourself,
as the words start to form.
" I'll have a scoop of chocolate chip mint...a scoop of fudge nut brownie,
and a scoop of strawberry cheesecake in a
chocolate waffle cone dish...topped with a modest swirl of whip cream
and hot caramel drizzle, crowned with one perfectly positioned cherry."
Your mouth waters as you take possession of your masterpiece.
As you turn, you look proudly at the others in line,
letting them see your perfectly proportioned glacial reward.
As you grab your spoon, you waste no time leaving,
changing back into an adult, climb back in your car
to feast privately...like a hungry mouse hiding...
eating the last piece of cheese.
P.R.Deremer
My sweet baby girl is
half-awake, half-asleep.
And her toffee yawns are
like stretchy caramel.
Her cotton candy cheeks
are like pink marshmallows.
And dark chocolate curls
adorn my baby's head.
She sports blueberry eyes
with soft licorice lips.
And her creamy face wears
a million-dollar smile.
A confectionery
treat; she smells delicious.
And gives sugared kisses;
that taste ever so sweet.
What sustains Life like water?
What is as fresh and welcoming like the countryside?
And as sweet as a newly made confectionery
baked with honey?
I just found one
well placed in all corners of your heart.
A feeling encompassing the goodness of life.
Is it the blissful visitation
to the tenants of the deep blue sea?
Or a radiant rainbow floating in the moist skies?
Is it red roses, milk Sunflowers
and other colorful plants in pink, green and yellow?
Or the site of a happy set of little quintuplet siblings?
Is it the baby chicks peeping out from their nest
to spy on the first morning rising sun?
They all are no where
near the unbelievable goodness of your love.
Sweetheart!
You are a majestic glamor
full of gracious providence.
Not even the magneting beauty
of the Queen Cleopatra
can be compared to the pillars of your virtues
which prove to overcome time's curfew
eclipsing my heart totally
as I soak in the foam of your passions.
A natural habitat have I found
in the gardens of your affection
and a new existence
from the deep baptism of your unequaled care.
I never believed a star could be as near
but here I am; with a being
who outshines a galaxy.
My soul has lost records of its bountiful happiness
from this train of love
with the wish its rails are never ending
and its journey, everlasting.
Raspberry bonbon confectionery,
Lavender fields, spicy infusions
Neon lights, trailing ivy shimmer,
Eerie azure moon, stately silhouettes
Katoomba's eucalyptus gardens
Aqua paint swirls, funky abstract art
Freshly cut roses, Prussian royal
Spider veins, mimic skeleton leaves
Maldives sandstorm, sapphire jewels
Inherited, European eyes
Topaz rich, diamante gem skies
Working man's blues, American roots
Cerulean butterfly, flutters
Reticent, admirably, beneath
The ozone layers,
Vast deep blue hole
"Love Writes Its Book: Elysian Fields and the Concept of Force Majeure"
Love writes its book
opens each page
and reads it to you like your Its lover
words drip like honey over your force majeure
judge, jury and earnest revelator
Love dances barefeet in its claret poetry
and holds your bleeding heart in its Elysian hands
you’ve lost your head like The Baptist
and Love, only Love, is your first and last thought
it could be the making of the eternal you;
notes,
like bare legs freedom running
find themselves wrapped around your keys, for playing
a different way of delivering poetry -
an informal opening;
Love writes its book
a fantasy,
a ripe confectionary
Love writes its book
opens each page
and reads it to you like your Its lover
words drip like honey over your force majeure
you're a performance
of Love within
all of its shades
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there."
"Elysian Fields" refers primarily to the paradise in Greek mythology where the souls of heroes and the virtuous reside after death.
“Force Majuere” is a French term for "superior force" that refers to a contractual clause excusing a party from performing its obligations due to an unforeseen, extraordinary event beyond their control, making performance impossible, illegal, or impractical. Common examples include natural disasters, pandemics, war, or government-imposed restrictions.
confectionary.
confectionery.
Have you met, good old Grandma Goodie, Goodie,
With her gingerbread house of sweets emporium,
Tasty treats unwholesome to eat, but oh in pleasures
Indulgence, she corners the market, the bitter,
To the sweet, with her delicious confectionery delights.
Skip, skip along the forest path of the unknown
Trail, it’s the only way to find this elderly ladies,
Fabled cottage of gumdrops and Lully pops.
Crumbling bread crumbs did you leave behind, a mark to
Follow but the black birds did eat them, piece by tender piece.
So lost you became in the wilderness wild, that you feared never
To escape, from this evergreen forest of nightmares.
Oh brother's grim, did the futures outcome look bleak until you,
Spotted, good old grandma's goodie, goodies emporium sign.
Come in all little children, and dine.
As giant candy canes lined the walk ways
Entrance of honeycomb’s of flavor to savor.
It taw’s late the hour for which you arrived,
But this elderly dame entered with a heart felt
Welcomes deepest desire, come along child
Of man, whatever you most wish will appear by
Your sweet tooth’s command.
She’s just a sweet elderly gran after all,
What harm could there be in excepting her
Hospitality, beware, says the phrase do not
Take candy from strangers comes to mind!
Nibble, nibble on her gingerbread window sill,
And fast asleep shall thee fall, under a witches
Ungodly spell, incantations evil enchantress,
Hidden beneath a grannies disguise of lavender
And white lace.
But illusions fade with the light of day,
And darkness must shed their masks of deception,
Before striking at their intended prey.
Yet modern technology, rings the apps sounding
Bell, awakening me from this childhood story gone
Cannibal!
As I take a deep signs breathe of relief,
My clock radio goes off, and on it is a
Commercial break, advertising a candy shops
Grand opening, just then a chill runs right
Through me freezing my blood to the bone,
Come along the announcer speaks, to Grandma
Goodies emporium of delicious treats,
And I promise you won’t be disappointed
My dear friends and listeners.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
What life offers
A sweet confectionery
Decide the glazing
On a moonlit rendezvous,
feelings merge and interlace.
And like creamy toffee bars,
Sweethearts meld as they embrace.
Love garners sweet candied dreams
from reality's mirage.
And hungry, compliant lips
share a gummy bear massage.
Sweet, sugar-coated wishes
melt into chocolate hearts.
And make peppermint kisses,
scrumptious as honey-dipped tarts.
A confectionery treat,
love is a treat, hearts' treasure.
An indulgence that brings such
extraordinary pleasure.
They sailed on a sea of lemonade
Guided by the fairy floss clouds above
Sipping sparkling pink bubbles
Celebrating their candy cotton love
They sailed into the liquorice darkness
He hummed his sweetheart a lollipop tune
Eating snowy white chocolates
Under the glow of the honeycomb moon
The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
With that... all sense of hearing dissapears
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear
with loud military music assaulting the ears.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.
She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts.
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.
Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes
as shadowy figures materialize...
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait
The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be.
Breath in, Breath out
there is no need
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live
there is nothing to forgive
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you
Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.
The moonlight beamed on our whitened teeth as we wrote our names in the methylone stars,
Raspberry pixels leaked out of our cheeks as we covered our lungs in black velvet tar.
The wind blew your hair into an endless twirl as we dissolved our tonsil's confectionery swirl,
Red liquorice gloss dropped from your lips as the lime citronella cracked us like whips.
Analogies blend in the amethyst air as we painted our nerves with azure and cerise,
Rainbows fell from a digital sky as we glared at the sun with kaleidoscope eyes.
We poured all our closets into canals, we fed fake horses inside carousels,
We wolfed down our thoughts with our knives and our forks and washed it all down with
champagne.
Circles and squares drift out of your mouth as I turn to a voiceless skeleton,
Fingernails ran from my candy-coat smile as i breathe beside hollow mannequins.
Horizons slid from out of our sleeves, we're pasting sunsets behind forest trees,
We've cut down the curtains, we've locked all the doors, and now it's time to swallow the keys.
So tell me what you
really like to feel
How you would like to swim,
chill a little,enjoy these free
gusts as they fill your wings;
a simple nudge to flight
No single grudge to mind
Where does that fuel reside?
That ripple surge to light
take-off on to vibes so bright
You could flinch at my clarity
Make me an interloper bordering insanity
There's a lot of rivalry in Galilee
A recession of chivalry
So amusingly pathetic
So, tell me honey
What sweet confectionery
Would you love best to melt
While slid between your lips to be felt
cranky child crying
confectionery caress ~
calm cuddles comfort
Treacle Melts
Sail on sugar in the sweets
On winds of chocolate powder
And candy on the smack of lips
Kisses in secret caramel places heard
Over miles of creamy icing roads
Lift up my savory love
Whose fragrance is of pink and dreams
Of treacle melting on the tongue
And stories of flying fudge ships
Told in confectionery verse
By hungry children eating mints
Tales fill the air once more
Of fruit flavors sailing on
And off the tongues of young ones
With hints of magic and fresh breaths
Honey ... you
Sweet on my tongue
Licorice and almond eyes
Dark hellos, darker goodbyes
Begetter of my sugar rush
Such corporeal candy crush
Thighs and sighs to heaven's hush
Lush, to wonder just how deep
Oh so slowly, tenderly
Love me fast to sleep
Hard sin, saccharine
Very confectionery ...
My Marzipan.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Metaphor Of Love" Poetry Contest, Bobby May, Judge & Sponsor.