Best Mmmmmm Poems
I can die happy, with a great big grin
Knowing that I’m going to submit to this sin
It’s salacious, it’s scandalous - I’m in a tailspin
Chocolate Mousse Cake
Give it up, give in - Dig in!
Each delectable forkful
An endorphin rush
Serotonin gush
My heart races, my cheeks flush
A decadent delectation
A sweeter than sweet sensation
I succumb to the temptation
A morsel of mousse
So silky, so dreamy
Rich, moist cake
So milky, so creamy
Dark and mysterious
I’m giddy - delirious
My oh so perfect lover
This relationship is serious
I fall into your sensual embrace
And lick the plate clean, there is no trace
My mantra is “Mmmmmm”
So I freely partake
Never get enough
Of this divine stuff
My slice of heaven
Chocolate Mousse Cake
For Linda-Marie's "Dreamy Dessert" Contest
(Sung To The Song "I Will Always Love You" By Whitney Houston...From the film..The Bodyguard)...(1992)
If you do stay
You'll be tempting me to your way
In the bin you now go
I can't risk having you here everyday
Coz I will want to eat you
I will want to taste you
You
My biscuit you
Mmmmmm
Loaded with calories
And the fat thighs given to me
So goodbye
I won't cry
Plus my weight plays havoc with my knees
Coz I will want to bite you
I will want to nibble you
You
You could stay if fat free
And I lost all the weight you gave to me
And hadn't given me chin number three
I favoured you, but now set myself free
And I will always love you
Your soft chocolate goo
Your brown crumbly crumb base
Your sweet biscuit round face
Your taste that I still crave
Each small crumb I would not waste
My
Biscuit, I miss you
I'll always
I'll always want you.
Change The Record Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Natasha L Scragg
Written 15.10.21
Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating.
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH
As I filled those bird feeders,
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch
Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet. Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm. Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’.
I mean the good stuff. What a life.
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.
Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning.
Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa
His striped tie has a green tint color
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood.
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons.
I can see from all the way up here
That one of his fingers has a golden wedding ring,
And he just sits there in that Studebaker
Looking up at my apartment window,
Like I’m some freaking captive locked in a high tower,
And he’s my guard, my sentinel,
Making sure I do not escape.
“Hey you! Yeah you! I’m talking to you!
Oh? You have a problem with me seeing the blond bombshell?
The one with the face that launched a million ejaculations?
The face that burned the topless towers
Of a million American households?”
Now he has a cigarette going inside that sleek automobile.
It’s dangling from his lips
Like a big white toothpick from Scully’s.
The Los Angeles Mirror,
The front page,
Rests forlornly on the passenger seat.
I can even see the headlines from up here –
Something about an execution,
Julius and Ethel R.
Serenade me, Julius La Rosa!
Sing to me now! ‘Eh, Cumpari!’
It’s 1953 and all’s well in the world.
There shall be a tiki torch in every back yard!
“A cocktail? Here, have mine.
I’m well stocked here in my Kasbah.
Now, sweetheart, what were you going to say?”
“When I dance with you,
I feel like I’m in Paris by the Seine,
Dancing in technicolor with Gene Kelly.
You have wonderful moves and a very masculine touch,
And I can almost hear Gershwin music,
Way off in the distance.”
“By the way, my darling Norma Jeane, who taught you to dance?”
“To be honest, my mother.
It was an emergency situation, I had a hot date, so…”
And now we are sashaying on my torn and tattered carpet,
With Perry Como crooning ‘No Other Love’ on my Hi Fi,
Over there in the dark corner.
The lights of the Big Enchilada
Glisten outside my lone window
Like a million incandescent candles
That burn with lust for us.
“Hold me closer.
I need to feel your warm blood.
I need to breathe in your luscious sweet cologne.
Mmmmmm. Kiss me.”
“I will kiss you.
I will kiss you long and I will kiss you very hard.
But first, my darling, why not some Rachmaninoff,
The second piano concerto,
Instead of Perry Como?”
“No Piggy.
Locked in your arms I’ll stay.
Waiting for you to say,
No other love have I.”
I have a nice sister named Sandy.
Who always has a dish of candy.
Sweet chocolate bits.
To satisfy fits.
To this chocoholic, she's dandy.
Note: Thanks to Robert Pettit for his comment, I changed it to chocoholic from sugarholic.
THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE
Cats sitting on a fence-posts with curled-up tail wrapped around neatly.
Penguins waddling off-balance, out of their element completely.
Babies snuggled up with only nose showing in a crib so small,
With their tiny miraculous fingers all gripped into a roll.
Children the world over, just being children,
Who smile and climb, and laugh, and run.
Ships of all kinds, best seen in the US Navy.
Steamed kasha fried up with rich brown gravy. *
Heroes gaining true love with some impossible feat.
Close multi- voice harmony with a Beach Boys beat.
Maps , especially big ones, of almost any place.
My wife coming towards me any time, her smiling face.
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*kasha is a Russian dish made with buckwheat, mmmmmm
She holds out on him
til she gets golden drop of
honeyed poetry.
Chocolate is my comfort food
No matter how much pain I am in
I can scarf down a little eight ounce Hershey Bar
or a trio of Peanut Butter Cups.
German chocolate cake?
MMMMMM oh, yes please.
Let me get cozy in my comfortable recliner.
Can you make sure it is chilled and garnish it with a cherry?
I take my comfort foods seriously.
Hey! Is that a bit of....
My husband comes in to see me eat it off the floor
"That was something Sophie dropped yesterday."
It is not like Sophie to drop food
But then again
It is not food.
I miss my little ‘Candy’
They say dogs, are our best friends
I miss my youth and vitality
But most, I miss my kin
I’m ready for your hubby,
The kiddies and pork roast
I miss them bad and it’s borderline
But you I miss the most.
I hate I missed your ‘Special’ day
When you turned thirty -six
‘Though I know you had the greatest time
With sweet, and ‘macho’ Rick
They still gather here for meals
Your brothers, sister-in-law, and sister
And talk in reminiscing
‘Of Jeri, and how much we miss her’
So when you come to visit
Tell Rick....he’ll cook the roast (mmmmmm....I remember)
I’ll kiss them all, no doubt I’ll cry
I want them near, I cannot lie
I’ll raise my ‘coke’ and propose a toast
Hold you close and then I’ll boast
How it’s you, I missed the most
Just chewing a FRESH tomato
from off my potted plant
babied it all winter long
mmmmmm tastey
in a trance
sucking my teeth
smacking my lips
getting every DE LI CI OUS morsel
the mayonnaise has graced the space
between the bready foursome!
Just chewing a RIPE tomato
grew all by myself
lickin’ all the juicy juice
off my salt fingered self!
MMMMMM what pleasure it is
to gaze upon your chocolate, caramel covered toffee bar body
To taste your delicacies called kisses,
to have u melt in my mouth not in my hand,
To have our bodies blend together to create something soo sinfully delicious,
we could put Godiva out of business and start our own Chocolate Factory.
I love to lick ur creamy center, its a joy to have my tastebuds covered in a hot fudge so
scorching,
it could melt the coldest of frozen treats or heart.
Your chocolate covered banana splits my cherry, mixes my milkshake,
to blend a foamy, frothy, sensual concoction, that oozes down my leg,
and turns into a semi-sweet sticky goodness, with a touch of dark mocha cream,
that is good for the body and soul.
You are not a Mr. Goodbar, Snickers, nor Nestle Crunch,
But the sound of your name alone, would have one anticipating,
something soo rich, and decadent,
that to unwrap a treat, such as yourself,
would be..... my Chocolate Bliss.
DOG THOUGHTS
Out at last and oh boy am I gonna enjoy this one
Leg-up, ahhhhhhhhhh, there’s one for the poodle next door to envy
He ‘ll be calling for me pretty soon, cross the road (as if I can’t do it by myself
And get a in a bit of car-chasing to boot) with him.
So gotta get to the corner and sniff who’s been and how long ago.
But whoa! What’s that scent I feel in the breeze? A cat?
Excellent, I need to chase one of those furry tree-climbers -
Just show ‘em who owns this stretch of the street…OK…here goes….
Excuse me for a mo….woof, woof, snarl, woof, woof:
Just a bit of theatrical dog-voice there. He’d kill me if I did it at home.
Oh yeah, I figured, now he’s gonna put on the leash
As a kinda statement that “he owns this stretch of street”
Ok, it’s on now but he’s gonna have to pay: his muscles will be tired
Cos I am pulling the wrong way all the time, and even when he tightens
The leash, I’m a-gonna want to be ahead of him whichever way he goes:
We're talking arm-out-of-socket after half an hour.
Hey up lads! Another corner, stop for a good sniff, make him wait:
On his “tight leash” he’s gonna have to stand near the crap heap -
Ok quick leg-up, no liquid but just gotta do it -
Demo of who-owns-what-corner around here you know.
Now it’s the neighbour’s poodle, “Oh hi, how are you?
Let me sniff your rear-end a good bit, mmmmmm.”
Then I’ll lick his hand friendly-like and he’ll have to wash that hand when we’re home.
Just showing him who owns the butt-sniffing rights around here.
Ok so it’s the newspaper shop ritual, gotta show a little obedience here.
How’d you like a rolled paper in your mouth for fifteen minutes?
And no drools on it or else he’ ll have a fit.
And all the guys laugh at me with the roll in my mouth as I pass
I tell you, man .....It’s a dog’s life.
Next to the shaking Aspen, we stand firm , making our foot prints in the Terra-cotta clay...
Whirling past the malware.... the ghosts of doubt...the specters crossroads...
We rise ... We love... We Live on Hill Street..
We pulse to the sound ...the beat... waltzing to the graceful dance on Hill Street..
Holding the blueprints primordial ,Our impregnable temple conceived ...
Like the architects of the Earth ship ,we dwell deep .... We dwell so
deep... I drink from your sweet spring water ever thirsty... quench me... mmmmmm baby...
you always swell to quench me...
Anchored foot prints in the summer's heat ...
We rise.... we love... we live on Hill Street...
Snap and squirt the sweetest juice
Through caramel cream
Tart Winesap candied
Are a tasty dream.
Come to Halloween
Stick with me
mmmmmm
The clouds become darker as the sun begins to fade
the wind picks up
& whistle's louder more & more each day
summer season is over as autum creeps in
it's that time of the year when the tree's shred there leaves
to make way for the new growth
For me it is
cleaning the fire place & chopping wood to burn
stocking up on hot chocholate
and borrowing a few books to get me through
As i sit in my lounge chair
I manage to write a few poems to add to the soup!
speaking of soup it needs a stir now
warm hearty veggie's
Mmmmmm..I can taste it now
Autum for me is so snug & cozy
my favourite time of year to spend some quality time with just me..