Whatever people eat for snacks,
At home, when they can just relax,
Depends on what their diet lacks
Or what they love to taste.
The salty types, like nuts or chips,
Or pretzels, maybe paired with dips,
Will often find their way to lips
Which end up greasy-laced.
While candies, chocolatey and sweet
Or gummies, quite a different treat,
Might help a craving feel complete
And will not go to waste.
Of course, some snacks are healthy kinds,
Like fruits with pits or citrus rinds,
Or veggies, to convince our minds
Good habits we have chased.
It’s personal what you prefer
And, though my choices may concur
With what you have a craving fer,
My hopes might be misplaced.
For I would rather choke down soil
Than eat the seaweed made with oil,
With sea salt so it will not spoil,
My grandkids have embraced.
Treasure hunting
glossy objects--
as glorious
Easter Sunday ends.
Thanking Jesus,
for some eggs,
chocolatey wabbits,
Heaven's cream gems.
Single Kcups or perpetual pot;
Nutty, chocolatey or mild,
Rich, dark or espresso roast.
Morning's heavenly drink,
with cream like a dream.
A Dunkin fan -
Hot or iced...
Coffee
Cup!
I made some chocolate cake
It's covered in yummy frosting
It took a lot of time to bake
Baking the cake was exhausting
It was for Molly's birthday
Very very chocolatey
A very special day in May
Too bad all the cake was for Molly.
After sun there is rain
then her and her brandy on
a gloomy balcony—
moon sharp like a forced smile
Dark skin folds under
a dark, windy night, in
chocolatey air—with a note of
chemical cherry, candied like her lips
imprinted in the snifter’s memory
It doesn’t keep track
of the route of sun, only
the dusty cabinet and her
trembling finger around its neck
Breathing seems unnecessary, at least
when glass no longer tastes like rejection
numb lips no longer taste tears
CHARLIE © 2025 Sara Etgen-Baker
just for fun...
There once was a bar named Charlie,
whose sweetness was truly quite gnarly.
With a crunch and a snap,
in a candy-filled wrap,
he danced in his package so snarly.
But Charlie, you see, had a flaw.
He'd melt in the sun—oh, the awe!
With chocolatey goo,
he would stick like glue,
leaving candy stuck in one’s jaw.
So when you are craving a treat,
remember, that Charlie's the sweet.
With laughter and fun,
he’s second to none,
chocolate bar that can't beat the heat
We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.
We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.
Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.
We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.
As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.
We’ll pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
People watch figure
Attracts everyone
Motivate body care
Sculpting soul capture.
Black is beautiful
Chocolatey smooth
Healthy, sporty
Pure esthetic.
Dark-skinned Apollo
Living sculpture
Women daydream
Elders forgotten thoughts.
The campering, tampering, scampering
and running of little legs and feet
toddlers jumping off the porch
and in handheld holding Snickers™ bars
eating chocolate treats
stomach calling ooh yum yummy yum yum
sweet candy children frolicking playing on the run
Just playing
What a delightful and vibrant description of a joyful scene.
Words capture the carefree essence of childhood.
Where laughter and playfulness fills the air.
The image of toddlers jumping off the porch,
the little legs and feet moving swiftly.
Is a beautiful portrayal of unblighted energy and enthusiasm.
Sweet treats such like Snicker bars
Add to the delight as the children saver the chocolatey goodness.
Their eyes whitening with glee highlighting
The excitement and satisfaction that comes.
But enjoying a favorite treat stomach calling words
Creates so a picture scenes that celebrates
The simple pleasures of childhood
And the joy of savoring life's sweet treats
7/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Enriched with sweetness of friendship delight
Bubbling midst love’s joy, not sugar-coated
We savor chats of chocolatey sprite
Grateful for vibrant bonding, grace-salted.
While coffeing, we honeyfy talk-bliss
Reminiscing high school festive days
Lollipopping during breaks … not to miss
Licking cake-icings, showing glowing face.
With sizzling menus along progress-gain
Cheered by favorite meals of good news flow
We linger beyond taste of candy-reign
And sumptuous dishes’ contentment-glow.
As friends* juicing-out fruits of partnership
We suffice each other with caring treats
Around satisfying blest fellowship
Thanking God for granting us meeting feats.
*3John 1:14 But I trust I shall shortly see thee, and we shall speak face to face. Peace be to thee. Our friends salute thee. Greet the friends by name.
May 20, 2022
2nd place, "A Merger With Food" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 7/2/2022.
She was plum perfect
Sweet as apple pie
A lavender rose
Hearthstone
Boiling warm glow
Dew drop Olive garden
Warm Glow tulips in the spring
Such a sugary woman
Soul so very sweet
Her very essence chocolatey
Chanterelle strawberries
Sea anemone oceans breath
That woman that girl cotton in a candy
So sweet chocolatey sweet
She's yum, plum perfect
2/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
paisley hues
Ebony skin so shines
And pageantry it it just do
Chocolate delight
I taste her variance
I embrace her spirit
Her face so shines as the daylight
I am intertwined
So caught up in her soul
I confess I never want to let her go
1/31/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
very morning i hear her cycle chains clanging,
changing gears on the curvy corner down the street,
it makes me wonder if she has wavy brown hair,
matching chocolatey eyes full of summer hormones,
i stuff my mouth with pancakes
chewing on the fantasy of us cycling down the beach,
tyres sinking in the sand, dancing in the sunrays,
my blue summer dress flowing like the waves
that caress the seashore &
her yellow hat with mellow tinges of the sun-
i wake early the next morning to see her,
cycling down the street but all i see is
an old mail car rattling & tattling across,
i return home feeling like a yak, buried
somewhere under the piles of fury thoughts on my back,
but i like it this way,
the way the summer girl with her yellow hat
will just pass by my house every morning &
yet again I will just imagine meeting her,
finish my pancakes and nod my head to
the loneliness sitting on the couch.
Chocolaty, chewy chocolate delicious, distant dream ice-cycle cream
6/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Mom woke up early to bake the pie. The special occasion pie. Her daughter’s favorite. She rolled out the chilled dough with the old rolling pin and crimped the edges just so. She danced with anticipation as the custard bubbled to its chocolatey glory. When all was done, there were eggshells everywhere. She tidied the kitchen humming their favorite tune.
At last the doorbell rings and there is the delightful smile of her beautiful girl! Though a bit awkward they hug and chat pleasantly. But before Mom can present her scrumptious offering, something from the bitter forbidden list almost slips from Mother's lips. Almost, but her daughter’s keen ear hears it. Almost is enough. Enough to trigger her daughter’s rehearsed response--leaving Mom stunned and alone with her disappointed expectations.
behind the slammed door
the said, unsaid, and dust swirl
untouched meringue weeps
3/8/2021
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