i'm gagging
cursing the traffic lights
catastrophic sweat
i need that sensation when i pull into a decadent parking space
and walk from the car to the ticket machine
three hours early and stuffing my face back in the car park with watery meat juices
stationing the confectionary in the right cavity
memories of hot dogs and dr. robert greenberg
superb breakfasts and sparkling water
the lack of legroom in the upper circle
ushers and their laser beams into the back of heads like Predator
as they take their bows and the curtain falls and the applause ends
i yell to my son, "get to the chopper!"
pants for watching -
as we wonder around the supermarket
my daughter pushes her own trolley
she's trying to give her brother's shins a wallop
he shouts at her - how dairy
the trolley is confiscated; we look for the extra strong mints
there's a dog in a trolley
looking shell-shocked
we pass the ham
my son talks of hamlet
my daughter, in the trolley; her cheeks scrape against
the frozen food doors
sweet chin music in the fruit aisle
i jump on the melons
in snack limbo
we find the mints and confectionary
we can't find the car
cash and carry blues
a trolley is rolling towards us at 20 mph
we're running out of thyme
The most decorated cake in London Town
Placed on a spinner, went around and around.
Sweet frosting in pastels of every color
Decorated by my best friend’s father and mother
If it tastes half as wonderful as it looks
It will be a cake headed for the record books.
I am excited to see this confectionary delight.
Yum! Yum! She also tastes incredibly sweet and light.
Distorted
To alter your brain chemistry
Sugary sweet
To feed your dysmorphic
Paranoia
You came here for comfort
Didn't you?
Carefully
Constructed
Confectionary
Is what you find
Perfectly wrapped
Purposefully waiting
Shut the fridge door on your way out.
Ralph is the most creative quintessential wizard in Jackson County.
A born alchemist, he spins gold out of a variety of fur and bounty.
His laboratory is not open to the public, but he is related to us.
He conjures masterpieces out of bits of fabric, feathers and dust.
A master at his craft, he delights us with an open house each May.
We all head to Kansas City where the old folks get to happily stay.
The young ones ride the waves of Ralph’s gulf stream wizardry.
Frankly there is no place on earth our crazy family would rather be.
Ralph’s confectionary sweet meats are known by one and all.
We beg to come back in a few months, maybe slide in during the fall.
Ralph is too busy thinking, and only wants to see us once a year.
Yesterday I saw Ralph’s newest castle, fit for a diamond, dog or deer.
It’s true, the afternoon is young;
I’ll make a bet:
Before the sun has set,
Strawberries will have sprung
From underneath your tongue.
Delectable, yes, tres delish
You won’t forget:
Exceeded, not just met,
Beyond your wildest wish,
A creamy berry dish.
The finest, richest creams -
The forest elves
Again outdid themselves:
Confectionary dreams
From unicorns, it seems.
In fields of magic dust,
Wild-grown berries
Picked by woodland fairies:
A culinary must,
A name the elvish trust.
Sweet crystals, careful mined
Where dragons roar,
Demanding always more.
By serpent’s fire refined,
Then stolen from them blind.
Stirred over elvish flame,
The paddles turned
By giant ogres, learned
Before before the dark lord came
and sullied their great name.
Quick-flashed in icy streams,
Both fluff and stiff,
A jazzy berry riff,
With old world notes it teems,
A tastebud’s wettest dreams.
Alas, we must regroup!
Supply chain blues,
There is no time to lose:
Store-bought, pink berry goop -
Perhaps a double scoop?
—————
for the Ice Cream Poetry Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
written 06/21/2022
"Poetique"
poet
where goest thou
on this trip?
you sing
your muse in
small amusements
confectionary
conceits
took a detour
amazed
labyrinthine
ghost-like
spooked
poetique
in the Matrix
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Subconscious Self “ (Original Mix) / Lisa Raven
https://youtu.be/G4yY2Qkf9g8
"Rebecca"/Du Maurier.
conceit.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/conceit
ghosts.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tell_me_something_beautiful_1310173
It was the war of the cookies, battle lines were fiercely drawn
Dipped versus no dip, diagonal frosting turned on
Sprinkles versus non-sprinkles, arguments about a treat
Dipped cookies bringing in generals, all kinds of heat.
Pure breads adamantly denying that icing was any good.
Causing a huge daily skirmish in our confectionary neighborhood.
Let's relive that night of nebulas.
Toga night, fearless night!
With Aphrodite dancing clearly in
their sight.
Eros casts his sexual might,.
Let's dance in bewitching circles of Aegean mystery.
Only ....you and I in a kissable, erotic synergy.
Filled to the brim, our aquamarine crystal glasses.
San Francisco has memories and absolutely no passes.
They still celebrate love each night on their roof.
I hear the pawing of their Unicorn Minerva's hoof.
Two, that chose to love under the gods' directions.
From this earth, their love, a delicate confectionary,
eternal connection!
12/1/2020
10:15pm
When all this world in fear and darkness walks,
I turn off TV or radio and will not by negativity be stalked.
I control what flows into my soul and mind.
And abhor the cruelness I hear, which is so very unkind.
The world, sadly, seems to have lost any gratitude.
Take a look at the huge amount of destructive arttitude.
Hatred of world leaders is a habit not necessary.
Maybe you need sweets from a confectionary?
We pen as if were darlings from the universe?
If so~ that's a very sick attitude and brazenly terse.
Be loving of The Word and do forgive others.
We go around only once and there is not another.
Jazz, New Age music, Enya, Ron Korb, Kimo West.
Puts my very crazed mind to rest.
Then does my pen bloom like a flower.
Especially, when it is close.to the midnight hour!
10/29/2020
WIFE’S DAY
Will guys still be flocking
down to the supermarket
with gloved hands and a mask
hair astrew, wild eyes
the surprise that it’s wife’s day
I mean mother’s day today
Will he shake the box of Russel Stovers
longing to pinch
each lady, find the filling inside?
Will he flutter through the leftover
cards, find one amusing
or overly mushy
or singsongy?
Will his glazed over eyes
dart back and forth
in front of the flower case
a fresh dozen...one’s wilted
will she notice?
Will one with perfectly white teeth
grab two steaks and a bottle of bouquet
bless the barbeque
and grab a superlicious cake?
Or will covid-19 excuse the display
of affection, confuse the confectionary confection,
throw petals to the wind, take a bite
out of mother’s day sails?
As for me I received a simple gift, a coffee cup.
Simple and attractive, my love for coffee
noticed, my love for God —
the saying says it all.
Don’t buy me off
Offer a loving cup
He did!
5/10/2020
Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas
As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows
from confectionary soap,
Fluttering fluidity in spring air
Child's laugh, a mosaic of innocence, discovery and glee
Her run after each globe, unsteady, twisted gravity
Her footwork shifts in warfare wobble, no sinkhole falling
Her reach to pop each bubble, circus kerfuffle, giddy,
giggles that swing like a trapeze artist,
while a mother retrieves
unexpected memory
shards of recovery
that coat a guarded self
Neverland jester, a child's guileless glow,
routing air baubles
unconstrained by space,
untethered from fear,
avoiding a fall off the planet
to limited mobility
For sometimes life's march
doesn't start on time
Poem revised: April 19, 2021
at dawn i hug an armful of words - open dictionary.
i toss them in the air like confetti confectionary.
like sherbert they’re my own flavor’d dialect creamery.
i t a l i c s and bold, often deliciously contrary.
a twirling baton, orchestrated seriously — ‘musingly.
sadly twilight, strong and full of bright, smashingly
whispers “goodnight” and tucks away my darling poetry.
yawn...morning stars dreamily arrive on time, quickly.
new dawn, perchance happens upon an open dictionary.
2/23/2020
1 cups of strawberries
1 cup of raspberries
1 packet of cherry Kool-Aid
5 Tablespoons of Amaretto
1/2 cup of sugar
mix well and set aside.....
1 cup of soft goat cheese (milk)
1 cup of cream cheese
1/2 cup of toasted almonds
1/2 cup of black walnuts
1 cup of white chocolate
2 Tablespoons of vanilla
1/2 cup of sugar
mix well and set aside.....
4 cups of sourdough ( already made and risened)
on a floured board roll the dough, to an even 1/4 inch.
square the edges. spread cream cheese mixture and top with fruits
roll into a log.
cut one inch circles. and bake for about 20 minutes, or until golden brown.
in a bowl.
1 cup of confectionary sugar
2 tablespoons of vanilla
5 tablespoons of water, mix until smooth
add more water if consistency isn't right.
top the sour dough rolls and serve!
San Francisco God and Goddess
The softness of your lips, have never
left mine.
Strolling the sweet, confectionary San Francisco streets.
The all knowing stars to us, whispered,
"For now and forever, she is all thine!"
Suddenly, mystical rainbow bubbles came from nowhere.
Our souls rose with them, most joyfully!
Headed for celestial planets!
You and I, your lovely Isis.
You my most torrid lover, Osiris.
With my plentiful, long hair, Isis, I,
Creating a total veil concealing our lovemaking.
Thus, a child is created so utterly and phenomenally, breathtaking!
Panagiota Romios
4/5/2019
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