Best Sweet As Sugar Poems
Beneath the sunset snug upon blue hills,
are stalks of corn, a standing army gold
but long, their shadows fall like swords that stills
a weary legion cold with growing old.
Like soldiers dug in trenches they hold ground —so holy.
They hug their summer-season-dreams of youth.
The sun, their crown, now spurns them burned and browned —unholy!
Nor’easters shred what’s left with claw and tooth…
Oh, solstice rays once sweet as sugar maize,
the shadows short as days were long. The throng
of lazy mornings bathed in earthbound haze,
ah, leaves raised higher by the evensong.
September swans press wings in hum against the freeze;
a whisper to the rooted to concede to Autumn’s seize.
(Contemporary Sonnet)
She was the star in his velvet night
The steady beat of love's drums
How distant is that gleaming light
Too far for love, tomorrow never comes
She was the bloom that welcomed spring
When the winter cold succumbs
A fragrant rose with love to bring
Would it be there when summer comes
He found her there within his dreams
With kisses sweet as sugar plums
Lost again in an elusive scheme
Would she be there when dawn comes
Too far a dream for him to reach
Too sad the song of dawn becomes
Melodies with lessons to teach
But the lyrics say, tomorrow never comes.
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11-16-18
Tomorrow - Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I have a Sis who I can't resist
Her poetry is never a miss
What a great Sis!
I know you know who I speak of
She lives on an island of men
Sweet as sugar, her name is:
JAN
Azaleas putting on spring frocks,
Bluebells holding up their heads.
Columbine blooming 'neath the sun,
Daffodils springing from their beds.
Everlasting's new in spring,
Fig Marigolds gaily attired.
Goat's Rue coming through the soil,
Hyacinths keeping us inspired.
Iris, most beautiful of all,
Jasmine listening to spring's sounds.
King's Spear pointing at everything,
Lilac brighter than surrounds.
Meadowsweet as sweet as sugar,
Narcissus, dainty and refined.
Orange blossoms scent the air.
Peony as bright as one can find.
Quaker Lace is in the woods,
Rhododendron does not know where to hide.
Sweet William is as sweet as ever.
Trilliums brightening countryside.
Umbrella Magnolia weeps,
Violets so sweet and shy.
Water Lily in the pond,
Xerophyte is standing by.
Yucca growing tall and wide,
Zantedeschia by her side.
4/11/16
Come with me
Come and see
See the skies
See my eyes
Eyes that squeak
Eyes that speak
Speak with words
Speak without swords
Swords of alliance
Swords with brilliance
Brilliance so bold
Brilliance like gold
Gold in your heart that melts sorrow
Gold often in yellow
Yellow is not cowardice
Yellow is peace
Peace that bends and rewinds
Peace not rends but unwinds
Unwinds depression
Unwinds compression
Compression is not disposed
Compression is being closed
Closed as cigar
Closed as sweet as sugar
Sugar in your lips
Sugar that dips
Dips in every heart
Dips redder than heart
Heart so soft
Heart of loft
Loft of shelter
Loft of welfare
Welfare that breed
Welfare that heed
Heed over head
Heed and lead
Lead to mend
Lead not bend
Bend to bow
Bend and mow
Mow and purge
Mow and surge
Surge in the ocean
Surge of blue ocean
Ocean of the living
Ocean of giving
Giving that propagates
Giving like hot plates
Love in sizzling plates
Life propagates
Dense fog meandering around the conurbations,
Body in the blanket; feeling cold sensations,
Oh man! 5 seems an early one,
If it'd have been summer; roads be full of joggers ton
Winter Buddy becoming dominant over my schedule,
Mom! It's only 7; Am not fool!
Although, sleep seems as sweet as sugar
Making us a professional 'job-skipper'
Indolence might be the winter's best buddy,
Body declines to go out while our mind declines to study!
Days are short and the nights are long;
Days becoming more short by sleeping all along.
We think about summers in the winters,
And, winters in the summers forsooth,
Verily, the dilemma is in our mind!
Which rings old age in the youth
Influence your mind instead being influenced by the winter,
After all, it's not a freezer!
Absorb the sunrays in lieu of fog,
C'mon man! learn something from the sedulous stray dog!
Ensuingly, summers will come and the winters will go,
Rather it depends upon you,
Either show your flair or let it go;
Nevertheless, the seasons will come and go!
I am comical with the nature of being fickle
I am delicate and dainty, my spine sometimes jells
My bravado wobbles and wibbles
Life being me sometimes tickle
I have the strength, depth and vitality of a w-o-m-a-n
Sometimes I am frail under a love spell
Still I am mightier than a locomotive
More fierce than a raging bull
Yet, I am sweet as sugar and dignified beautiful
Emphasis on the ferociousness of my being
That dead stills your heart and expedites your breathing
I am a sea shell ashore with great meaning
I am vulnerable and vernacular
Versatile and spectacular
Peace is my avatar
I am woman
My swagger thrust me to soar
My magnificence out pours
I am w-o-m-a-n
Hear me roar
My happy, snappy Valentine
Your lips are sweet as sugar.
They are like chocolate milk,
That covers my wounded soul.
My easy, breezy Valentine,
Your caress I long to feel,
You bring warmth to my blood,
Like a fuzzy coat on a winter’s day
My frilly, silly Valentine
Your eyes I forever adore.
They are like shimmering pools,
With waves of bliss shining through.
My nosy, rosy Valentine,
I love the way you blush.
Whenever I say your name,
Your cheeks flush with delight.
My sunny, funny Valentine.
You make my heart so pleased.
The way your smile makes me melt,
Like ice cream on a summer’s day.
With all the vowels of the alphabet.
My sentiments always end in U
Please don’t ask sometimes Y.
Deep inside you always know the truth.
Your love is like a shady oak tree
Sheltering a lamb from a cold north wind
Your love is like an apple tree
Quenching my thirst with the fruits of your love
Your love is like an April shower
Cooling me down when I get mad
Your love is like a sleeping child
At peace with the world outside
Your love is as sweet as sugar
Taking away all my bitter thoughts
Your love is like a flowing stream
Giving life where ever you go
It is late morning, and a string of washing is waving on the line
Clothes look like colorful flags flapping in the wind.
I'm watching her, as she captures and pokes a stray wisp of grey hair,
back into the braid she wears, knotted into a bun on the back of her head...
She's wearing those sturdy black shoes, those opaque cotton hose
and a corn-flowered blue dress of calico
She has a smile of satisfaction, and her eyes are as clear and blue as the sky
Summer sun is shining
...she walks to the garden, and begins to pick vegetables
Her flowered apron is folded into a hammock
and is overflowing with cucumbers, tomatoes, and bell peppers...
Quickly, into her mouth, she pops a warm cherry tomato....
straight from the vine,....a juicy, red marble
She picks two or three, along with a weed,
while I sit like a drone in, that old tire throne
that dangles and sways from the old Cottonwood tree...
"Try these, dear"...she says..."They are delicious....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn"
She holds one out to me, and I taste this juicy morsel of goodness...
Before she goes inside, she clutches the apron closed ...
then with one hand reaches down
and gently pets the old hound, who sleeps in the shade
and somehow, the vision of her begins to fade,
As hard as I try.....it is fading....and then I hear the sound of an airplane overhead...
Suddenly, I am standing in my garden,
and the cherry tomatoes in my pail are shining in the sun
and juice is lingering in my mouth....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn....
and I feel warm glow of satisfaction under the summer sun
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I need a cougar,
Who’s ready to love again
Even if she’s gone through past pain
But, understand this will be the last and main
For the purpose of us becoming one flesh.
I need a cougar,
With compassionate heart
Better-still, with knowledge about this art
And can direct and instruct to make a part
So as to become fine like the woven mesh.
I need a cougar,
Who’s keen about this race
Beside, with yearn to identify its place
Coupled with the desire to come and embrace
In order to make this dream a reality.
I need a cougar,
As sweet as sugar
Not like a hooker who’s addicted to cigar
But, with love-making we can be in the hangar
Even as we enjoy moment of romantic mutuality.
A providential miracle,
she captivated me
from birth.
She embodied
an innocence and
wholesome purity
of such sublime quality
that I instantly knew
only God could create
such an extraordinary wonder.
I felt like a child
with his first pet
when I saw her
and I was drawn to her
like a magnet of love
that bonded and sealed
human life.
I was compelled to
cuddle this creative
miracle and marvel at
God’s handicraft.
From that moment on
she would forever be
the special entity
I called “precious pet.”
When her sister arrived
I was beside myself
with pride.
Immersed in gratitude
and drenched in joy
I could hardly fathom
my good fortune..
Sweet as sugar
and cuddly like a bear,
she possessed a sparkle and
spirit that defined fun
and spelled felicity.
From that very instant
she would forever be
my precious –
little “Sugar-bear.”
Like a trophy case
with twin Oscars
these sibling darlings
would grow in to my
proudest accomplishment.
They were and remain
inestimable female prizes
that would make any dad
beam with pride
and proudly proclaim -
“that’s my daughter!”
Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat, that
13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat,
with hocus strokus powers as I use my magic wand,
while upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a sadder
song.
Got oral capabilities to make you scream for God,
just wrap your legs around my love of flesh and
made as hard,
as concrete in the city jungle, let me splash and rain,
with multiplistic pleasures only you will ascertain.
The body of a goddess hottest motions we'll divide,
with feelings warmer than the hottest ocean when
inside,
your core of molten lava java with a dropp of milk,
your nectar sweet as sugar woman, not a dropp I'd
spill.
We're swimming in the heavens you and I collide as
one, the brownest colors sparkle when your eyes
align the sun,
for I'm your Mr. Wizard but our show aint for TV, it's
not for K-I-Ds the grown and onlyest is we.
I know that you are captivated by my strokus spell,
your chances of escape are like a snowball's
chance in h31l,
your cool demeanor melts so fast into a running
stream, my tongue will lap your essence up, a vivid
stunning dream.
The ghetto Harry Potter but I will not make a flick,
unless we're filming cunnilingus, lemme take a lick,
then afterwhich I'll stamp you like an envelope in jail,
the magic spells I cast will do much more than open
mail.
In fact extinguish all the lights, upon your walls I'll
write, graffiti in Tahiti, we will bounce and ball all
night,
because I'm a magician known for tricks and slight
of hand, I don't invest illusion, yes I am the rightest
man.
Before I end this baby I will get down on my knee,
and pledge undying love to you for all the years I
breathe,
it's more than just the magic of the stroke that drives
you wild, don't ask me how I do it, it's the hokus
strokus style.
PRETTY LITTLE PENGUIN…
LOOK AT YOUR BLACK AND WHITE SHINY COAT.
LOOK AT YOU GLIDE ACROSS THE ICE.
YOU ACT AS SWEET AS SUGAR AND SPICE.
WHO KNOWS MAYBE YOU’RE EVEN NICE.
WELL MY PRETTY LITTLE PENGUIN…
DON’T YOU EVER STOP SHINING!
I’LL NEVER FORGET YOU.
THOUGH ONLY BECAUSE…
YOU’RE MY PRETTY LITTLE PENGUIN!
I married a woman of five foot six
A country twang from back in the sticks
As sweet as sugar and yummy as pie
She's the delicious apple of my eye
She makes me dance and makes me sing
She's got to be the sweetest thing
Rockman
Written for the contest poem by Francine Roberts