I ate a tiny biscuit
It was too sweet and cinnamonly? --
I Guess
So
Cause
It WaS a frosted vanilla iced covered
CINNAMIN ROLL
9/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Took a lot of macaroni and cheese.
And the cheese is melted.
I thought I was as special as new stuff.
New stuff hopping around.
Took a lot of spice on the path.
Sprinkled everywhere.
Cinnamon is sparkly stuff.
I have a mental illness made of new gravity.
The burdens are growling.
Took out the trash which is a gold mine.
Took a lot of macaroni and cheese.
Bubbling up and never settled.
Like the crust of hopeful thoughts.
Mental illness sounds like:
A bunch of cinnamon grooving around under stalagmites.
The scent of cinnamon discs ignites the color red
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mellow
maturation
cinnamon floats woody
musky flesh loamy depths spice-wise
mushrooms
•••
cinnamon sunset
seasoning a tired sea
~ feast for hungry eyes
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Cinnamon
Sin O' Man
Cinna- MON
Such A Spicy
So Unique
Familiarity
To Every Cheek.
CinnaMAN
'WALL' U Can
In Your Eyes
U Understand
Cinna-Mania
On A Streak
Turn It Over
Take Uh' Peak.
Treat Me To
A Firm Desire
Raise A Flame
To Every Fire
Call The Future
Such A Liar
'Till Yer Sausages
All
Expire.
-Gray Squirrel
05-24-2025
COCOA
Cocoa drink decadence
Crème de la crème whirl whipped
Cinnamon r e s o n a n c e
Chocolate flavor sipped
Chopped finely semisweet
Carob powder sweetens
Cups up rich tasting treat
Autumnal cinnamon scents the air
Tricking and treating, if you dare
Fancy costumes, ready to scare
Autumnal cinnamon scents the air
Children have bounties of sweets to share
Bobbing for apples and crafting a snare
Autumnal cinnamon scents the air
Tricking and treating, if you dare
Autumnal cinnamon scents the air
Fancy costumes, ready to scare
Children have bounties of sweets to share
Tricking and treating, if you dare
Bobbing for apples and crafting a snare
Assuring all ghosts that you just want to care
Faerie man perched on the end of the mermaid’s bowl.
How in the world did you wind up in this horrible hole?
Mermaid swam over and said “It is not so bad.”
They feed me cinnamon rolls, made by the dad.
What are cinnamon rolls? Asked the faerie that day.
After he tasted them, he also decided to stay.
It was a comfortable place, and they were treated well.
What else do you need in the place that you dwell?
9/30/2023
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That morning jolt, inspires so many poets!
You can drink it black or add milk,or half and half.
Or…..my favorite..a dollop of whipped cream.
Sprinkle fresh, zesty, ground cinnamon on the top.
And…mmm…you will magically transported to ….
A sun kissed, bright, striped-awning covering …..
The most elegant, Beverly Hills, Coffee Café!.
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Pangie
The Cinnamon Bazooka Bun is an ardent dough
a pound of sticky heat that dissolves
the tongue in an ****** of butter.
There is an uncertain pantless fervor here
in the parked Impala, a craven pursuit of the
spiral core, winding mounds of sacchariferous frit
A cop drives by--and we shrink in our non-chalance
our frosted, reunion-phased glaze betrays no chance
that something untoward is not happening here.
Drawing near to the end of May
(The month devoted to Mary)
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
Immerse me in books! I tarry...
From the Spring-cleaning I should do
And progressing with my job search
Just so many books to read through!
And I love spending time at church
I made apple-cinnamon cake
With a dusting of cinnamon
Is avoiding chores a mistake?
Forgoing house-dusting, a sin?
Simple pleasures can't be a crime
In the dusting of the Springtime! :)
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True story -- this is my life right now haha
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cinnamon gingerbread horse with a happy high hey
I feel you are clopping particularly fast today
with your lovely mane and your blaze so beautifully gray
we cannot catch you as you run swiftly away
I had a dream of you last night
A brilliant moon, silver light
On a pink sand beach in Hamilton
Or maybe it was the Caribbean
Wherever it was, it was somewhere warm
The surf in true sonata form
Flowed then stopped then ebbed again
We walked until I knew not when
And then right there in front of me
Were two guitars of filigree
We sat and played our newfound prize
Until the sun began to rise
We stood to greet the coming dawn
Then all at once the dream was gone
What is that glow near yonder red leaf.
near a willow still sharing grief?
A gem, perhaps, or sunbeam
with drops of cinnamon.
I won't hazard guess,
but I confess
topaz gems
are nice
spice!
November 6, 2022
for Andrea Dietrich's "November Nonet" Poetry contest
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