is where Willy Wonka
is not wanted
He had his time,
now is mine
My chocolate froths first,
then floats away
We can travel by bubbles,
if you care to see the sky
Wave goodbye
to our hard-candy
relatives
I found new dimensions
looking up, down, and all around
Sugar spheres
is just the beginning
of our travels
Gravity doesn’t know possibility
Let me show you
“what dreams may come”
some sarsaparilla please
chilled Death Valley soda pop
fizz with a vintage label
9/19/2021
Here I stand
Nose against the glass
I have no money
Cannot buy
Only can look
Not welcome inside
Oh how I long
Day after day
Dreaming of if
I only could
Go inside
Take what I would
Be made welcome
Met with a smile
But I have not
I am not
Stand and look
Day after day
The little girl stood outside the candy store
Pressing her nose against the window
Her lips wet
Trying hard to swallow
What the sight of those candies
Produced in abundance in her mouth...
The liquid anticipation of taste
It had been a long time
Since a candy
Had slowly dissolved
On her playful tongue
Oh, the bliss
Yet she knew….
She could not have one
She looked longing at one particular kind
Her friend had given her just a lick of
Oh…it was so divine
She wanted one…all to herself
Not to share with anyone
To savor…..alone
To savor…long
Tasting every single flavor
That would burst on her tongue
How she wanted it
To fill her mouth with sticky sweetness
To help her forget
The bitterness of her days and nights
A little tear trickled down her cheek
Slowly she pulled herself away
And trudged on past the candy store
Perhaps, she was just not meant
To have certain treats
She smiled through her tears
As she kicked a stone aside
Now that she had seen it
At least she could dream
Of floating away
On sugary cotton candy clouds
Of wispy pink
Savoring in her mouth
the glorious sweetness
Of her forbidden treat
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Excreted from the void and lost,
At last his consciousness clocked in,
While at a window licked with frost,
Which coyly seemed to beckon him.
The wagging of the front door bell’s
Accusatory silver tongue
Could not reverse the potent spell
Of splendors he’d been dropped among.
The faint pastels of rainbows and
the flattened hues of flowers
were no rivals to this fairyland’s
kaleidoscopic powers.
Red ropes of licorice dangled down,
impending like stalactites.
Swirled lollys looked like grinning clowns.
The bins poured out prismatic lights.
Clenching quarters in his mittens,
He walked between his private giants,
Impressed they knew a world so hidden,
Affirming thus his shrewd alliance.
Filling his hands to overflowing,
he grandly at the front unfurled
his swag. The bell salutes his going,
a king into a smiling world.
Would you like to have a lollipop?
You get to choose from the cream of the crop.
We have many different kinds of flavors galore.
There are your favorites and many more.
Kids are not the only ones who think they are swell.
Lollipops are a sweet eat for adults as well.
Inspired by another member's poem.
we came here all raceist
meet new facets
we play the juke box
it cost a dime a pop
i love to dance a lot
we also do much more
at the
CANDY STORE
we came here all raceist
meet new facets
we play the juke box
it cost a dime a pop
i love to dance a lot
we also do much more
at the
CANDY STORE
for all you musicians out there- this is a standard blues progression in the key of
life;
"well, I've had my days....
and I've had my nights.....
yeah, I've had my lays....
and I've had my fights..
but I carry on...
hopin' some day
to see the lights...
I've suffered some,
in my married life,
I suffered most,
at the hands of my wife...
cause she treats me bad,
and I'm meek, like Barney Pheiff...
well, I've had my fun,
ain't gona have none no more,
yeah, I've had my fun....
but now I'm shook to the core...
cause she kicked me out,
don't live there anymore....
yeah, she kicked me out,
cause she said I snore...
I'll never understand...
that woman I so adore....
well I got a room,
one I was lookin' for,
but its got its problems
problems that I can't ignore....
see, I got a place...
just over Julie's Candy Store...
cheap enough, as it had to be,
ain't got much money anymore...
but I got a problem...
all because of that cheatin' whore....
refrain;
yeah, it ain't no fun...
livin' on top of Julie's Candy Store,
no it ain't no fun'
of this I can assure,
I get so embarrassed,
ain't got no bathroom door....."
by bill and tom bell
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