She wore a caramel covering;
Her heart beats as a little one;
A jovial girl, lovingly cared for;
A mother's joy, a father's girl
Be that portion subject to trauma;
Yet still be a Holy Daughter;
A Daughter of a Holy God;
She is formidable:
She is a righteousness of a almighty God:
Selected Carmel Sister;
She wore a caramel covering which is her skin
9/17/25/
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025
I'm caramel, gooey and sometimes saucy.
Sweet but sometimes salty.
Everybody knows it ~ not sure if you do
I'm still figuring out what you are
because once I've seen your prickly side
I keep picturing you as jalapeno
To be quite honest ~ I can't help but think
we might not be the ideal combination
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
You are my caramel
As good on pancakes, as good at crying.
You are my sugar,
It attracts ants , you attract ghosts.
You are my candy
As good on tongue, as good at destruction.
You are my honey
It comes from the hive, you come from the cave.
You say you're not magic, but you conjur incredibly well
Thoughts of a wand forming happiness, a beautiful carousel
A ring that dispels loves hunger like a dinner bell
I choose to be drowned inside your pools of smooth caramel
May your sweetness be the last thing I ever see or smell
Damn the devil, YOU can have my soul; a confession I pray tell
The way you protect my heart shields me from every hell
My love is well past forever; no need, for your eyes to compel
Caramel is lucky some say
because she is a famous singer
owns three mansions
is loved by thousands
her songs are known world-wide
She can fill a concert hall and makes millions
her mother committed suicide when she was ten
no one remembers that or thinks it is a big deal
Caramel has always wanted a baby
she has had six miscarriages
and one stillborn
but no one talks about these hardships
Caramel has been married five times
two men have left her using divorce
citing irreconcilable differences
her favorite husband died in a plane crash, age 41.
two others took a lot of her money with them
Maybe she is not as lucky as some think
You're radiant
Your hair
Upon your crown
Untamed
Like a halo
Slightly blushing
Mouth
That seems to beckon
For a petal's touch
Your grand spectacles
Framing your gaze like the finest
Lovely gown
And your gentle satin
Caramel
Glow
I hadn’t known you
From my fables
They said your glow was
Ivory bright
Like creamy
With
No sugar
No spice
No cocoa
And here you stand
Darling
How much warmer
How much sweeter
In the chill of winter
A radiant delightful
Satin caramel
Princess
Caramel fudge
is particularly nice
and consumed with delight
is gone in a trice
bananas however
although quite sublime
only get eaten
but one at a time
strawberries face a different demise
commonly held in highest esteem
are nevertheless
devoured by the bowlful smothered in cream
whilst a juicy ripe orange
when removed from its peel
whether eaten or juiced
to a thirst is surreal
not forgetting the apple
enjoyed in its skin
and crunched in big bites
is no longer a sin.
When my young teeth were up to them
caramel apples were my favorite things
I never ate the apple, of course
But I loved chewing up all that melted caramel
Chocolate sprinkled with Caramel so delicious
Enjoying them both together is so perfectly luscious
The overall combination is completely tenacious
No better way of saying it, your eyes are precious
in heyday
making caramel apples
care-a-mel or car-mel
that waters the mouth
sticks to the teeth
deliciously wrapped
around a rotund apple
sour or sweet
my kids would unwrap
each kraft caramel
drop them into the pan
and wait for them to melt
we’d put the apples on a stick
and dip them into the gooeyness
place them on wax paper to set
of course we might just go
out to a festival and find
the fancy kind
but a kid must at least once
make their own
oh that first bite
the one that sinks the teeth
deep enough to go through the apple skin
and find the snowyness of pulp
that tangoes with
the caramel delight
in the heyday of autumn
with my kids
i could just taste
the way it was back then
10/19/2022
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Theme: Making caramel apples
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sweet October caramel morning.
Your strong will entrance was a blessing gift.
The fresh leaves danced with pleasure, adorning.
A sweet October caramel morning
Chimed laughter, as wind chilled winter-warning.
Precious memories details of you, shift.
A sweet October caramel morning,
Your strong will entrance was a blessing gift.
10/3/2022
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest.
Theme - past memories
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Dulcet word,
is the caramel
of poetry....!
JESUS
A Poem for our granchildren-so-very-beloved!
Aug. 1, 2020 (c) sally young eslinger
***. ****. ****. ***
Jesus is better than a cherry icee (in
Its paper cup) that eventually leaks as you lick,
Drizzling, noticeably red, nearly like a perfect rose
Set on your palm and wrist, cool, sweet to love.
Jesus is better than grabbed handfuls of caramel-popped corn
You get from the giant bowl in your
Mother’s lap beside you —handful by handful, great!
Like a charm discovered, sticky on lips and palms.
Jesus is more and better than craved sugar in
A swirled rainbow around and atop a paper cone...
A sticky, sweet, swept-up wrap of cotton candy
To delight your taste and all summer memories!
Jesus is held out to you by smiling family, who
Know he is so magnificient and will stick to you, too.
Jesus will stay upon your lips, your heart, your spirit forever.
There is NO place away from his help or joy. His Love is!
...All this is a promise God keeps.
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Kisses of candy wrappers
that bite delicious
You've come to be greater
than fights as vicious
When caramel is filling
and ooze for the flavor
That swishes go asking
your love of the labor
And all for the eating
that kisses remark
When loved for the feeling
of tasted on hark
Through the corridors of bare trees,
I can see caramel colored fields
Shimmering in the sun
I stand on green grass, left-over from summer
Before, I walk on the crunching puddles
Already frozen with ice
I am in the middle of the seasons
That are saying goodbye and hello
Readying for a long winter walk
Through many passages of time
With so far to go
Heidi Sands
11/23/19
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