If sleep was like a box of chocolates
Each choc representing time,
We'd all likely dive for the one
Offering several hours - nine!
If we sneak one during the day
It would be a cat nap.
There are others that give intimitancy
Where dreams will overlap.
It seems that most nights the same is picked
That only provides two to four
Hours of sleep in total.
If I take two, will I get more?
Some can be quite sour
Bringing nightmares, pain or angst.
Others are sweet prompting pleasant dreams,
Even waking, you can feel your heart dance.
Then there are umami ones
With detailed vivid dreams
Not scary, not sweet, but very real
And you find significant seams.
There are occasions where, quite by accident,
Your own exhaustion makes the choice.
One is selected where there's no disturbance,
No dreams, no bladders voice!
This rare sort refreshes the most
And you feel the utter bliss
Of a good night's rest, you're raring to go
Thinking, "I could do with more of this!"
If sleep was like a box of chocolates
And you could actually choose,
Which one do you think you would pick?
I'll give you time to muse.
If Life is like a box of chocolates than I got the wrong end of the deal
Valentine's Day and are you really alone
with a big heart shape box of chocolates
No one to share eat all you dare
of that big heart shape box of chocolates
fruity creams caramel dreams nuts and chews
inside that big heart shape box of chocolates
dark chocolate milk chocolate chocolate chocolates
love that big heart shape box of chocolates
Can it be? eaten all those candies
empty big heart shape box of chocolates
Is it time to make up now? sure she has that
big heart shape box of chocolates.
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MOTHER'S DAY poetry contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley, April 2025
Morning starts early, before it gets light
Opening cupboards, to see what’s in store
Teachable moments, with wrong versus right
Hope grabs the car keys, then heads through the door
Early bird children, are making their way
Ready to take on, another school week
So many hurdles, to climb day-by-day
Destiny journeys, down these terraced streets
Another story, of work’s imbalance
Young hungry children, get so tall, so fast
Confidence takes it's fences and chances
Armed with new shoes but, how long will they last?
Roses or chocolates, say life can be hard
Demanding much more, than words on a card.
love from you my dear
pink roses and chocolates ~
a heavenly day
What makes us feel like heaven on this earth?
The answer is chocolates; nothing else can match its worth.
Be it a child or an adult or else a middle-aged person.
All will stand up for chocolates in case we keep an auction.
We all have a favourite list but chocolates are always common in it.
They are equivalent to a movie which is an all time hit.
For mothers it can be the easiest way to black mail their kids.
Difficult and easy it can be at times to understand what they actually need.
They are not healthy we all know, but it’s impossible to resist the temptation.
The feeling of satisfaction it gives can match up no other action.
There are the simplest way to welcome someone.
Because when gifted to anyone they are sure to have fun.
Gulp in a bite of chocolate whenever you are annoyed.
You will feel all your worries are momentarily destroyed.
Eating chocolate bells until my bulging stomach swells.
Indulging in the sweets which I was given as holiday gifts.
Enjoying delicious small chocolate coins from a mason jar.
On Valentine's Day, Clay brought her candy
Hoping chocolates would make her randy
She threw him out the door
Yelled, "Men are such a bore!
I'm in love with twins, Mandy and Sandy."
Life's a box of chocolates, oh so sweet,
Each piece a flavor, a moment to greet.
Some taste of joy, a burst of pure delight,
While others bring sorrow, a bitter fight.
We savor the highs, with smiles on our face,
But lows leave us searching for solace and grace.
In every bite, a lesson to learn,
To cherish the good and let go of the bad.
Choices that some never had.
The assortment of life, a mix unforeseen,
We navigate the unknown, the places between.
Embrace the variety, the unknown unknowns,
For in this box of chocolates, our story unfolds.
A small piece of paper with a written clue
Mom used to say: "The Easter Bunny left it there for you"
Sometimes I wondered if it was really true?
Out in the garden, how many eggs will I find?
Searching high and low, leaving none behind
On the grass, between the flower bed
Chocolate coated eggs lay scattered, yellow, pink and red
Behind the apple tree, to my surprise!
Out hops the Bunny, with his ruby red eyes!
Pink floppy ears and a furry disguise!
This is the truth, it ain't no lies!
I saw it all with my own two eyes!
Dragging his basket with his short fat legs
He got such a fright and ran away without his easter eggs!
Now I no longer wonder if it's true...
The small piece of paper with the written clue
I know for sure the Easter Bunny puts it there for me and you!
Copyright@ Farah Diba Pastor
Every Christmas I make chocolates for a neighbour friend
It brightens her day to eat chocolates I made
So when the Christmas season is near
I make her a gift of chocolates
Then the day after Christmas
My neighbour friend
Comes to me
Bringing me
Chocolates
Who knows she is staying in this Swiss chalet?
She is consternated these chocolates came today.
Why would they be addressed to her real name?
She is registered under the moniker of a pretend dame.
The woman is freaked out; this is not her scene.
She begins to pack for she is not naïve or green.
Who knows she is here? And how would they know?
She stares at these chocolates knowing she has to go.
She packs quickly and runs from the place.
Hurry! An internal voice screams. Pick up your pace!
As she is checking out her husband yells her name.
I knew it was you! He says. You are one slick little dame!
Still angry with him, she avoids his eyes, and turns her head.
Wishing she had not left those chocolates lying on the bed.
She had thought they might be poisonous or even worse.
Where are the candies? He asks. “Inside your purse?”
Cooling mint chocolates on my tongue,
Melt into a fondue so fond.
Chocolates, flowers; always did those
Heartfelt poem, I'd always compose
My heart counted for the burning rose
'Keep Playing' or 'Give Up and Quit'
It's the former my heart always chose
I wasn't ready to bring that chapter to a close
You seemed to fit the picture of my future perfectly,
Everything about you was a stunning pose
You always kept my heart on its toes,
Before you made love the worst of it's foes
It's been some months since it froze,
After love became one of it's worst woes
I just let my mind move in whatever direction,
Just move wherever the wind blows
Just go with wherever the current flows,
Because as far as loving goes,
I'm done; I'm still not over that overdose
All red and no green;
Story of how I killed my heart trying to make her my Queen
There isn't no place my mind hasn't been,
There isn't no pain my heart hasn't seen
I shouldn't be dealing with this ,
For God's sake, I'm only a teen
there is a store in a strip mall
Many people are waiting in line
Only four people allowed inside
This store specializes in chocolates
There are many flavours to choose
You can not pick the chocolates
Instead ou point to what you want
Then the lady puts it into the bag
All you do is point to your option
A decision of twenty dollars bagged
Or you could do thirty dollars bagged
There will be a sample chocolate to try
So next time you could add it to your list
I always enjoy a Lindlt chocolate
they have been around since 1841
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