Best Sweetmeat Poems
"life is like a maypole", I heard him say through the cell bars
I knew his voice, unmistakeable, rasping (like a corncrake)
in a midnight field
now I had entered his world, his maelstrom, his sweetmeat-coated
world of pain, now I the sport, (a gladiator) no less
my bruised hands and swollen eyes, grown from their sockets
with heat of the Roman sun
waited their turn to step in to glory (or oblivion) wanting not wife,
nor hearth nor fearless hand
(the door opened) Alchimedes stood with trident in hand
multi-coloured like a sorcerer's wand:
"take your place at the arena door", he croaked
I took my sword put on my armour and stood ready at the side,
while the gods were drenched with worship from the dancing band
twirling,twirling garlanded ribbons round and round, dancers in the sand
I have been awake for awhile,
Trying to obey my insomniac instinct.
Sleepy eyes marching with thunder;
Till my thoughts perish,
I have to hark and wander.
So stay tuned dear sleep,
As insomnia ain't a sweetmeat.
Sweet, sweet, can't be beat
What a treat, love to eat
Veggie meat, cookie sheet
Oats and wheat down the street.
Take a seat off your feet
Here to greet friends from Crete
Cuban Pete in the sleet
Areet pleat, neat, petite.
The elite ocean fleet
No defeat, no retreat
Never cheat, just compete
I entreat my parakeet.
Walking down the quaint city street entering the sweetshop,
Oh yes! Hershey’s Almond Milk Chocolate tasty flavor
Sweetheart chooses sweet licorice and hot fudge brownie delight,
Sweetie pie and I flavor sweetmeat crystallized fruit.
Sweet tooth such a happy mouth vibrato to have;
Healthy sweet corn with sweet pepper and sweet-and-sour
Rest in front of my Dear Heart and I with a sweet pea,
Sweet cherry edible fruit on ice cream dessert, oh yum!
Sweet sultan annual herb varicolored flower in garden
Touches sweet acacia shrub fragrant flowers for perfumery,
Enjoying sweet basil on my sweet potato pie with my Sugar Love
Sweet nothings sound to wife trompe l’oeil painted photographic reality.
Sweet cicely herb white flowers brighten garden sipping
Sweet cider with cinnamon and raspberry shortbread warm
Soul with endearments, together speaking love honestly husband
Wife meshed together in all things sharing sweet clover; blessed.
Hark! Halloween breeds an open season of gloom,
For others, the very thought would not fill the room,
Tonight, Jack O' Lanterns give off a soft warm glow,
With the guidance of moonlight and young eyes aglow
I hear a chorus of laughter for trick or treat,
As rich buckets overflow with surplus sweetmeat,
Creepy costumed silhouettes flood through the stark night,
And if they knock, please beware and accept your plight
Full darkness is descending, I feel icy dread,
From a blood curdling scream, that could wake up the dead,
A young child weeping, whose parents cannot console,
His bounty of treasured gains, swindlers grabbed and stole
In my lost state, I can give no consolation,
For I am just a mere humble aberration,
I glide towards the tranquil place of the deceased,
Where the walking dead fables have not ceased
My former maid, a kind-hearted apparition,
Hands me my tea, smiling, to ease my affliction,
You see at Halloween, no need to fear the dead,
Be on your upmost guard for the living instead
27/11/22
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
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I watched the monkey
climb aboard,
and sink his claws
into the small of your back
after all,
its where the sweetmeat is
you stood there
not batting an eye
while he devoured
and chewed on your psyche
ripping at ligaments
you twitched,
just a mite
and went white
refrain from turning back
refrain from self flagellation
throwing that hairy parasite
off your back
wings will spread again
and paint the doors to heaven
with a Mona Lisa smile
Setting the traps to kill men,
The only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!
The stain of blood is on their hands
And burning fire into their eyes;
The drink for their thirst is human blood;
Their hearts are harder than stones;
Still the only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!
Like asses, men listen to them
And weave in their dreams
The baya weavers’ nests of peace and equality;
They can’t foresee the angel of death
And the slaughter-house in front of them.
When they come to know, they can’t escape
And become the dumb corpses;
Surrounding them, there is heard the long sighs
Of civilization.
The fake humanists have set traps
In every sphere of life.
Always they get crazy for murder;
But they call men with a tone
Sweeter than sweetmeat
And the only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!
Our bond being utterly delicious
We three will surely cherish
Let’s explore the ways of joy
That can by shared by friends tri
May I know what’s in thy mind
Or let’s try- together we find
Expecting your tweets now daily
Without which I feel just gloomy
Gesture thine has been so sweet
Like a ball of sweetmeat
Today noon has been dry much
But thy text was an oasis such
Miss you very much- can’t express
Dreams are royal roads of kinship I assess..!
Would like to be in dreams thine
For its ever pleasure mine
Indebted to thee my Supreme Goddess
For giving me a privileged place
Let’s explore our bond such
Only to discover facets much
You said it’s a triangle cute
I too believe as it’s astute
Let’s carefully nurture it
Redefining kinship full of wit
Want to see thy pic now
Possibly share with me now
Epoch-making will be thy portrait
When I verse from heart straight..!!
What a way to appear on screen
With kids two pleasant extreme
Proud of you being self-reliant
Dashing daringly belligerent
Vibrant is thy grin so cool
Besides being very graceful
With fabulous future in front of thee
May God bless you all in spree
May all terrains be trespased
By you awesomely unabashed..!!!
sometimes lovers meet
kiss and share a bite to eat
one desires sweetmeat
not dessert an extra treat
to savour another’s teat
Just one last kiss, my little stotty-cake!
You are my cate, my sweetmeat, dainty dish.
Be happy, hinnie, for your "Old Man"'s sake.
You've made me happier than I could have wished.
My sugar dumpling, custard, treacle tart!
Let's part with smiles, and try to hide the ache.
It couldn't last - we knew that from the start.
For us, there'll be no happy ever after.
Go off, embrace your future. Love and thrive.
This thing, this fling, was just a young girl's dream.
It was a pudding "de nouvelle cuisine"
- that's short and sweet - but how we raised the rafters!
Remember me. And, (if I'm still alive!)
I'll often think of you with love. And laughter.