Candyfloss Poems

Nature is magic

I love the smell of dew on the grass, when a new day has just begun. I love to watch the flowers as they turn their heads towards the Sun.

I love to hear the gentle whispers of the welcoming breeze. 
I love to watch as it rustles through, the leaves upon the trees.

I love to watch the Angelic rays from the sun as they pierce through the branches of a tree. Creating a kaleidoscope of pretty shapes on the undergrowth for all to see.

I love to watch the clouds as they gracefully float on by, like fluffy balls of candyfloss complementing the blueness of the sky.

I love to hear the intenseness of the thunder, as it rumbles way up high. And the flashing from the lightening's rage, as it fork's across the sky.

I love to listen to the heavy rain as it bounces of the ground. 
A harmonious, symphony of notes, with its own unique sound.

I love it when a rainbow grace our sky after the poring rain . 
A masterpiece of pretty colours, cupping the earth in its domain.

There is beauty all around for those with eyes to see. Nature is magical, it is captivating, it is abundant and it is free.

Candyfloss

a spangled stand stood at a summer fair
the sugar shack sells at nine dollars a treat
pastel skeins of silk spun lighter than air
melt-in-mouth-goodness, so delectable and sweet

each tender bite is a firework of ecstasy
but this transient delight sure costs a pretty penny!

ETHEREAL moments

on pause
  for a moment

touching the shadows
on the wind

emotions
   soft-breathed

dwelling
in a lyric of love

while
eating candyfloss

Childhood Treats

With candyfloss and sticks of rock
Funfair rides made to shock.

Roller coaster big fast rides
All made to hide your eyes

The carousel and kiddies swings
Hoopla darts and all those things

Sandy beach and cockles too
These are the things I loved to do

Ethereality Monoku Fragment

eating candyfloss

The Colour of Clouds

I walk on blue and smell of white
Dressed by the setting sun
I run into orange melting 
into marigolds a blooming interlude
I float on speeds depending on my mood
Purple and pink is a melody I sing
Orchids in skies will make you think
I speak of colours and whisper 
The flavour of the day
Candyfloss or bubblegum, I do have a say
I dance in the dark around a silver ball
She calls out to me timid and small
I cover her face with a veil 
As she practices before a curtain call
I turn grey when I’m sad but it not too bad
It makes me just lighter as I open up 
and wash away your sorrows 
As I cool the earth down and fill her tomorrow’s!

24.4.22

All the Fun of the Fair

toffee apples
     tasted so sweet
candyfloss evaporating
                    as we eat

swing boats
        chair of planes
& helter-skeltet
            again& again

pretending to drive
          in dodgem cars
flying carousel
            as if from mars

crowding in the
           boxing tent
local challengers
             quickly spent

longing with 
          youthful eyes
rolling pennies
          for the prize

 sans parents 
         at a local funfair
evenings
    without a care

Rosy Maple Moths

Yellow and

candyfloss pink

pastels,

feathered fluffy.

A masterpiece of

powdery
 
soft strokes

and vivid

colors.

Strikingly

beautiful,

rosy maple moths

are splendiferous and

quite

extraordinary.


(Yalto)


07,28,2019

Puffs

puffs of candyfloss
~ wind surfers
clouds on the run



AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2022

Posted on June 10, 2019

Timothy Dimwit

Timothy Dimwit


Timothy Dimwit would not go to school
And all of his mates considered that cool
But Timothy Dimwit was never in school
And as a result he knew nothing at all

Timothy Dimwit couldn't spell bat
He couldn't spell dog and he couldn't spell cat
He couldn't spell cod and he couldn't spell sprat
He did once spell hat, he was quite proud of that

Timothy Dimwit could not kick a ball
Because he decided, there must be a tool
Or some kind of whistle through which he could call
To cause it to rise up and bounce off a wall

Timothy Dimwit thought chips grew on trees
That candyfloss simply blew in on a breeze
And honey he wouldn't have guessed came from bees
But meatballs, he thought, could give cows trembly knees

Timothy didn't know Francais was French
That there was a kind of a fish called a Tench
Or that in the park, there's a seat called a bench
And Americans all call a spanner a wrench

So, I hope that you don't think that I'm preaching at all
With good education, you're nobody's fool
But Timothy Dimwit did not go to school
And as a result, he knew nothing at all.

Another Ethereal Monostich

candyfloss on a stick....an imaginary dessert

The Sky

i am infinitely fascinated by the sky
the candyfloss texture of the clouds
the saturated watercolors of the sunset
the shimmering stars and the way the incandescent moon hangs among them 
The ever-changing features, all so vitalizing and exuberant
if it is possible to love an inanimate object
i have fallen completely in love with the sky
for it has captivated and enchanted me
in a way that no living creature ever has
-e.g.

The Piper At the Gates of Dawn Version 2

The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes beckoning him to come, come to me 
And pay your dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, their meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
My imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy and desire; 
Only the memory of your past farewell,
That speaks its doubts.

The Piper At the Gates of Dawn

The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes touching his inner being, his soul;
Beckoning him to come, come to me and pay your
Dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
Imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy; only
The memory of your past farewell.

Hmmm a Peck Or Not

Ah fish tails. Surely an apex of thought on a circular run. Home spun then. Bandy bringing braking balls. Throw then. Whirl then. Spun like a wobbly flan. Candyfloss hair in a breeze. Bending like an octave. Adjusting to the musical state of skies. Hair is dominant so why wear a wig. And just like a bird lean to peck. Peck peck peck. How remarkable then that all seeds are then without mould,bugs, and other vermin. Domesticated dog. Cleans the pots and bakes a cake. Seeded baps merely protrude when looking at a giraffe in leather trousers. But giraffes can morph so mind the beaks. Oh dear. It is undergrowth expressed. Good. It is akin to a mile long fishing experience. No flake. No flay. And a beating boom box 3 2 1 3 21 and now a 2.2 as well. All into the box to explode in a rhythmic rhyme which spans the time in a tidal pattern. Hahahaha and some wild cards of seeds. Hahahaha and a big bike carrying an emu. Hahahaha dusty automobiles laughing in a queue. Hahahaha aerostatics' CSX z

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