Best Cream(A) Poems
Be it known as convenience food, junk food or munchies;
whether spicy, melt-in-your-mouth soft, or crunchy,
food, inglorious food, seduces with ease
and ensnares with the emptiest of calories.
Disguised as a comfort food comes macaroni
with creamy Alfredo and kin, Fettucini,
To not be outdone, spaghetti entices
with large fattening meatballs and sauce rich in spices.
“Deep fried” knows our weakness for fat, which gives pleasure
and saturates fast foods, it seems, in great measure:
KFC (finger-licking), batter-fried fishes
and chicken fried steaks -high cholesterol dishes.
Even fruits will attack with enjoyment unhealthy
as tarts, pies or pastries. That apple is stealthy!
Veggies can also be treacherous things
in guise of corn fritters and gold onion rings.
Too much of a good thing is pizza (so cunning,
so meaty, so cheesy), which no one is shunning.
The taco, burrito, and big burger too
in great numbers descend on us. What can we do?
Those delectable luscious desserts that we eat
have only to sit there; we cannot retreat!
Candies and chocolate, our decadent sin,
sweetly defeat us. We simply give in.
Ice cream, a smooth foe, knows when we are blue.
On a cone or a spoon, it drips, waiting for you.
As a milkshake, a frosty, a sundae or float,
or between split bananas, it sure floats MY boat!
Buttered popcorn is one salty foe, and we love it!
The hot dog implores in our mouths that we shove it.
Baked bread, so alluring, entraps with its scent,
which wafts through the air as if heaven sent!
The standards of junk food -America’s pride -
crisp bacon and nachos, chips and foods fried,
invade our malls’ food courts and lurk high and low.
Their smells overwhelm us wherever we go!
We might try but we can’t make our junk food desist.
for only the health nuts can dare to resist.
In the war with inglorious food I adore,
I say, Bring it on! Here’s my plate; I want more.
For the The Synathroesmic Cat Contest Poetry contest of Suzanne Delaney
*So now you can all know why I try to get to the gym a lot. hahaha
Pumpkin straight from my garden is my choice,
With the aroma as it bakes in the oven, I rejoice.
Serve with hot buttered toast, its yum at first bite.
You can add a dollop of sour cream, a real delight.
Its vegetarian. A meal or a snack morning or night.
Leave off the butter and for vegans no sour cream,
You will have created, a gourmet’s culinary dream.
Use Kent pumpkin for yummy soup, no other type.
The family will love it you won’t hear a single gripe.
Don’t waste your yummy pumpkin on Halloween.
First rule of cooking your hands must be clean.
Next I suggest make a big batch to store.
Guaranteed they will be back for more.
There’s lots of kinds of great soups,
Handy for feeding the troops.
Follow my recipe to the letter.
I really think it is better.
I hope you love this pumpkin soup of mine,
I am sure you will think it tastes most divine.
Believe no word I say;
Just watch what I do.
No matter how I try
I can't hide it from you.
Ashamed of every bite,
I starve in your eyes.
But when you turn around
I choke on french fries.
I can't hide from the world
That pure ecstasy I feel when in my mouth I cram
A cream puff, a box of cereal, a gallon of ice cream, a tray of brownies...
I break!
My heart aches.
If I had the guts
I'd eat only my scrambled brains
And drink nothing but my curdled blood.
But I'm a coward
So to numb the pain
I devour my self-esteem,
Cover my eyes,
And avoid mirrors.
The larger I become
The less of me you see.
I blend into the room;
I become the couch.
Maybe this is what I hoped for,
But I don't know for sure.
I'm the elephant in the room--
I would leave this hell
But I don't fit through the door.
Apple many varieties sweet and sour
Banana soft fruit many uses
Cherry's are sweet watch out for its stone
Damson like a juicy plum
Elderberry fragrant good in wine
Fig many seeded fruit
Grapefruit similar to oranges but tarter
Honeydew melon lovely juicy type of gourd
Indian gooseberry good in pies
Jostaberry a cross between gooseberry, black gooseberry and black currant
Kiwi a tasty green fruit
Lemon can be very tart
Mango juicy fruit with delicate flavour
Nectarine similar to a peach
Orange sweet and juicy usually full of pips
Papaya also known as pawpaw
Quince very sharp like a lime
Raspberry most useful at banquets
Strawberry and ice-cream a summer delight
Tomato both used as a fruit and vegetable
Ugli fruit a gourd like fruit thats tasty
Valancia orange small sweet fruit that packs a punch
Water melon another gourd like fruit
Ximenia Caffra is like a very sour plum
Yellow passion fruit is similar to passion fruit normally cooked as a curd
Zucchini flowers often cooked in batter
In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.
While pouring my cup of steaming tea,
Adding some cream, a little sugar and stirring it
I thought of the magic effect it brings,
Reviving us on every morning and keeping us fit.
As we sip it while we scan the news paper
We feel the early languor being lifted,
Keeping us hydrated throughout the day,
With our cognitive abilities liberally assisted.
I feel there is nothing like a cup of well blended tea,
For a tired soul to enliven his body.
It’s delicious taste and delicate fragrance,
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy!
It’s a heavenly drink for the torpid minds,
A beverage brewed from the best of leaves.
A magic potion for the feverish lips,
Which in tiresome hours, everyone craves.
Sure, teatime is the most pleasant family time.
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer and cementing relations.
Certainly, it’s a time to look forward with glee.
by the moonlight i
take long sips of
its celestial white silk, and
follow the cookie path to
heaven, or
to hell, so
delicious, filled with
lemon cream, and
under the lemonade sun, i
sit upon the donut of
chocolate with sprinkles, a
smile steeped with
jelly and cream, a
beacon of
my childhood dream, but
i must consider the
day and night where
lies the gravitational pull
back to earth and
the crunching of
salad cures the
fingers and eyes, from
mistaken delights. the
orange sun squeezes out
its c, and the yogurt moon
spoons a much happier grin, yet
there’s no sin in an occasional
DESSERT INVITATIONAL win
2/23/2018
In the morning light, they rise and play,
With giggles dancing in the sun's warm ray.
Chasing butterflies, they run so free,
In the world of wonders, just let it be.
Painted skies and clouds of dreams,
Every sound a song, every moment it seams,
Puddles become oceans, sticks turn to swords,
In their vibrant tales, imagination soars.
A simple flower holds secrets untold,
In tiny hands, its beauty unfolds.
Laughter spills like bubbles in the air,
Each smile is a treasure, none can compare.
The taste of ice cream, a splash of delight,
A cozy blanket on a cold starry night.
Friendships woven like threads of gold,
In their innocence, pure joy to behold.
Through their eyes, the world’s a magical place,
Where love and wonder find their embrace.
In their laughter, in their gentle sighs,
We find the essence of happiness, through children's eyes.
~Johnny Adicks
2026.02
Whee am i, eh?
A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.
Red, Green, Yellow
Once a year ower the Cumberland show,
Livestock, ter an' fro, ter an' fro.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Gypsies, jockeys, towns’ folk alike,
Appleby 'orse-fair awwer the dyke.
Red, Green, Yellow
Scotland has i's 'aggis, Lancashire i's ho' pot,
We 'ave uz sausage an' tha' does uz lo'.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Ice-cream a' Allonby shiftin' ter Silloth on sea,
Righ' round Wes' Cumbria an' back yam fur scordy, like eh.
Red, Green, Yellow
Up a' five an' ou' a' dawn,
The 'aaf-ne' fishers, early morn, like eh.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Keswick, Caldbeck an' Seascale too,
All the visitors passin' through.
Red, Green, Yellow
There’s Por' Carlisle on the warl,
People comin' yan an' all.
Yan, Tan, Tether
Whee am i, eh?
A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.
Splashed in lilac scent and robe of satin
She contemplates her choice of dresses
In her hand a string of pearls
In her trance, a cover girl-
A curling iron upon her tresses
Pale as a mushroom
In her room
A counter spread, from where she grooms
Her closet filled with many choices
Her cupboard filled with many faces-
Eleven selves on seven shelves
A jar of this, a tube of that
To smooth a line, or cover time
A puff of magic on her skin
Erase, define, her artist’s brush
Will shape a line, or paint a blush-
A peach to ripen on her cheek
A berry, picked, to add mystique
A bit of blue upon the lid
A sparkle brown extends the lash
She twists her mouth…a dash of shine
A shadow, cream, a paste, a gloss….
A drawer of rainbows from the shop
A Cover Girl lies in jar
Yet, what has mattered most of all
is all the beauty in her heart
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I remember the day as if it were yesterday,
The snowfall was heavy, we sat and watched it
We hadn’t spoken for god knows how long
Days would go by, me reading and she would knit
But that day we were both in silence, watching, waiting,
This was the only time we weren’t arguing, debating
Then I solemnly rose and went out in the snow
To rescue wood for the fire
And there...in the snow...she lay
What we could not have, longed for and desired
I picked her up, she was shivering and moaning
I placed her in my jacket and carried her
While I listened to her heavenly groaning
My wife who seemed spiritless came alive
When she laid eyes on her
And fussed “place her near the fire,”
I watched my wife gently clean her, delighted from the faint murmur.
It was half an hour when her little eyes open
She was terrified to see us
“Where is mum and dad?”
She calmed as my wife continued her motherly fuss
It was as if she belonged
As if she was ours
We gave her the gifts we bought for the one we could not have
And watched her open then up, we could have watched her for hours.
My wife brought out the huge turkey
We had the best Christmas feast
And finished with double helpings
Of six different ice cream, a special treat.
Then... the knock on the door
I answered it, the police with an old woman and man
“We looking for a little girl, her parents were killed in an accident
And she was in the car when it was hit by a van
Our angel came to the door,
Then ran out and hugged her grand parents
We kissed her good bye
And gave her all the presents
It was a year since we saw her,
We both sat in silence watching the snowfall
Then a knock at the door which broke our trance
And there she was with her grandparents, a lady now no longer small...
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Hormones jumping; blood a-pumping
lips on the round, a lolly to hound
a pulsing throb; I crave a knob
with squishy cream, a junkie's dream
A full-lipped lick should do the trick
to ease my affliction, the lolly addiction
I stamp my feet, grind my teeth
beat my chest, both east and west
The countdown begins; I'm sure to win
a warrior cry; my fix is nigh
drooling to suck I curse Lady Luck
your lolly I picked but it's bone-dry licked
DELYSIA
JUST THAT ARCHAIC POET'S CONTEST
ESSENCE OF LIMERICK
Funny spicy squashy swishy kitty kitten beauty bold
Susie Moosie silky milky fickle trickle stories told
Spoony Fanny frost of fire
Croony Lanny ghosts of a spire
Cream a dream a seam a skim the creepy choppy rolls are rolled
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12/04/2014
Sugar and Honey ©2013
Who could have known those Men in Black would be the groomsmen to serve as the royal escort for a date where time stood still. Minutes turn to hours turn to days the blaze of passion brighter than orange and yellow sun rays. Never again alone the search that was so cold now inflamed with life—passion roaming nomadically through radio waves with 37 wishes of “I love you”. Wishes that tell of a spell never to be broken cause 37 is prime impossible to divide.
From Lookout Point the view is endless. Hues of purple and red shimmer as clouds float by carefree smiling cause they know a secret we've yet to spy with our naked eye. The island sun winking as it sets daring us to never forget this very moment. This very moment of 2-wheel love with trails of cookies and cream a dream come true with me and you and you and me together as we grow stronger in self and each another.
Romancing moon perched high can’t wait to swoon cocoon enticing day dreams to transform into night dreams 2-stepping to the grove of Sam Bostic…”tell me your zodiac sign?” It don’t matter love cause I’m yours and you’re mine. Together we wander the beach of life with no real destination ahead but to hold your hand counting grains of sand knowing each one is a new chance to thank God for aligning you in just the right place at just the right time for me to see you not with my eyes but with my heart.
Nothing could tear us apart not even Black Ops screaming and fighting for main stage cause backstage forehead kisses are riches to please and tease all in one moment that will last an eternity.Sugar and honey intertwined a destiny so divine.Do we dare take this chance? A five letter word blurred with an infinite number of possibilities but only one solution with today as the finale for you and me.This chance we take resonates as the heavens open and whisper with the softest of voices for all to hear...
Shai and Alvin “your joy is complete…you are like-minded…
with one love in spirit…you are of one mind.”
Be kind to one another and keep today’s love in your heart forever.
Saphyre
7/7/2013
A plastic container of Ice Cream A Haiku
idyllic ice cream
a frozen strawberry eats
watching the plastic
change it’s color from
white to red strawberry red
ice cream frozen treat
cold enough to break
plastic container freezes
ice cream frozen treat
7/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Summer time was filled with laughter and fun
Childhood remembered playing in the sun
Swimming holes and watermelon served ice cold
You can’t go home again, so I have been told
But home, I go,when my mind drifts back
To ice cream socials, rodeos, supper in a sack
Hay meadows kissed by the morning dew
Sitting on the porch on an old church pew
The smell of the rain and the grass when you mow
Memories take me there anytime I want to go
Cotton patch battles with that old Johnson grass
Learning how to cook, the burning of the trash
Toting water buckets , feeding those old dogs
Making a log cabin simply outlined by logs
Nehi grape soda's purple circles on your lip
Visiting relatives, always ready for the trip
Learning to ride a bike and skinning your knee
Picking juicy peaches from that old peach tree
Snow cones, ice cream, a RC and a moon pie
Memories like this can bring a tear to your eye
A tear of joy for all things simple and sweet
Waving at your neighbors, whenever you meet
Listening to the radio and sleeping outside
Playing hide ‘n seek, knowing just where to hide
Frog legs, crawfish, and running a trot line
A better kind of life you will never find
Just a poor white girl living in the sticks
Not a bit ashamed that we were called hicks
This is the life I enjoyed as a kid
You say you can’t go back, well, I just did