I would like one dollop of cocoa in my whipped cream please
The tiny Christmas Elf was so sweet, barista did this with ease.
She drank it down and promptly said “Thank you, I need another.”
The barista looked over at the elf’s grandmother.
I cannot say no, grandma elf said with a grin.
It gets better too. In a second, she will be joined by her twin.
sweet hot chocolate
rich creamy deliciousness
wintertime comfort
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A squirrel with paws so small,
sat upon a bench so very tall.
A cup steamed up—his nose did twitch~
oh, what a gloriously chocolate-rich itch!
He sipped it slow, a dainty slurp,
his little voice began to bark and chirp.
The winter wind blew fierce and free~
But he? A king of warmth was he.
With every sip, the cold took flight,
and all the world felt just right.
Who needs nuts when joy’s this sweet?
Hot chocolate paws—perfection’s treat.
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cold paws
hot cocoa
I hold the globe in my hands
and the snow begins its slow circle--
tiny flakes drifting the way old memories do.
Inside, a small street lies quiet,
covered in its soft winter hush.
Mornings from when I was little come back to me.
Cocoa on my lips.
Mittens too big, falling off my hands.
Laughter spilling out, loud and messy.
The room full of noise, full of light,
and for a second, nothing else existed.
The world inside spins again.
Roofs blur, trees disappear in white.
When the last flakes settle,
the town is still.
Quiet.
Familiar.
The same place my heart never forgets.
Mystic
~ 8th Place ~
SNOWGLOBE MEMORIES
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 12/5/2025 6:18:00 PM
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Olive eyes
Drink your smile
Cranberry cries
Of deep denial
Candy kiss
Of licorice
Can’t resist
I’m ticklish
Cocoa soul
Hot and deep
Hands we hold
Sweaty sweet
Like tootsie rolls
Are my feet
Licking toes
Make me weak
Yeast roll buns
Soft and brown
Fingers of fun
Let hair down
Braids escape
Like a wave
Rubbing face
Touch your fade
There’s a lake
You inspire
A private place
You set a fire
Heart that beats
As yours repeats
Romantically
Ready to eat
Placed : 4th : Standard Contest : Tania Kitchin
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Venus dropping chandelier dreams
Jupiter glides catching cocoa creams ~
LIVING IN MUNICH GERMANY THOMAS MANN TOWN THE TOWN OF POETRY MARIENPLATZ TOY TOWN CHRISTMAS TOWN THE PLACE WHERE HUMMELS COME ALIVE WOODEN CLOG SOUNDS IN A DISTANCE UPON THE COBBLE STONE BRATS AND LARGE PRETZEL HANG BEER STEINS ARE SLID ACROSS LONG TABLES INSIDE ROWS OF TENTS OCKTOBER IS NEAR THE OKTOBER FEST APPROACHES THE CLOCK MAKERS GATHERED CARRYING NUTS BOLTS GOLD SPRINGS FOR THE COO COO CLOCKS THE WOOD CUTTERS SAWING TINY MILK MAIDS DANCES MATRYOSHKA DOLLS STACKED NEATLY WIENERWALD SNITZEL AND POMFRITTS GERMAN BLUEBERRY SKONES BECKON MY THOUGHTS CRAVING NAUGHT CALMLY I SLIP INTO MY LEADER HOSEN SIPPING A CRISP REISLING READING JOHN KEATS COMFORTED BY TIME THAT GOES BY
I AM BROWN
I AM BEAUTIFUL
I AM COCOA
I AM SWEET
I AM WARM
I AM ME
I AM BROWN
I AM FREE
FLOWING OF
COLORFUL HUES
I AM QUITE
TAKEN WITH ME
YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
INTERNATIONAL POET
Cocoa fingers, choco treats
every bite a crunch
Mid way to my mouth the zing
makes me want to shout !
Taste buds all in flight
here we go,
Sweeeeeeeet !
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
There is magic in ...
Sugar and snowflakes,
When wonder does begin
As December awakes
Where this magic comes from
Do we really need to know ...
From first bite to last crumb
O, how we enjoy it, though
These simple, pleasurable things
Dance and mix and melt ...
Upon imaginary wings ...
And with our feelings felt
Comes to us like a dream
These things need not grow up,
Unlike the rising steam ...
From a hot cocoa cup
Wonderful and sweet
A warmer winter makes,
When candy and spice meet
And an oven slowly bakes
There is magic in the air
In crystals can be found,
Within many sugared fare
Or snowflakes on the ground.
Captive of Love: Ode to the Cocoa Bean
Within your humble shell, a treasure lies,
A sea of flavors, rich and deeply sweet.
An exotic dream beneath the skies,
A love affair no other can defeat.
You capture hearts, eternal in your snare,
A bite, and Eden’s garden comes alive.
Surrender to the bliss beyond compare,
A tangy heaven where our dreams survive.
As simple as life, as smooth as soft silk,
I soothe the ache your fleeting lovers leave.
Dark, white, or fruity, nutty, purest milk,
A joy for passion’s night or Christmas Eve.
Am I enslaved, or simply ever fond?
Is this true bondage—or an endless bond?
Saadia Syed
Let's keep this just between me and you
If the rest of the world only knew
They'd examine my brain
And they might think I'm sane
But my friends all know I'm wackadoo
Like a little fur in my Mexican cocoa said my old grandma
She is not kidding yelled out my ornery Grandpa Pa.
Saw a furry creature sitting in her cocoa cup.
He did not care at all, did not even try to sit up
You want a creature swimming in your food?
Sure do said granny. He puts me in a great mood.
She is crazy! Yelled grandpa, whose name is Joe P. Finn.
And we always thought he was the strange one until then.
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