like in an ice cream shoppe or confectionery
a poet’s selection’s necessary
couplet or rhyme, lyrical chime
sonnet or ode, peach ala mode
fonts galore and shapes
like raspberry dreamscapes
symbolism in imagery, or
metaphor continuously
begin with the ending
end with the beginning
which person – 1st, 2nd , 4th, 3rd,
animal, human, fish or bird
infinite assortment, endless variety
~ remember not to leave out levity
The Art of using the collective consciousness to see through a single consciousness.
The picture is only so-so clear but due to the factor of time.
The more time you spend scribbling the more your 5go takes over.
But at Bar 55 get you high on growth and change putting you far away from the preferred point in space.
Where art Tao, Where art Tau, lets beest humbl'd in between.
Father || Mother, I have a confession to make, please give me some confectionery as a form of grace.
The holes in my tapestry won't make my tapestry whole.
Yes they were handmade.
Opus III and orbital sound the same in hollow, thanks be to Kirsty Hawkshaw.
Added meaning on top of meaning for synchronicity, thanks be to Carl Jung.
H = Y, N = H, O = V, C=G, find the eternal god within, thanks be to Gregg braden.
Now I am getting comfortable with my true nature, thanks be to me.
This labour day I will be heading to the 090802 in the 081223
CRV sounds like a car Honda makes but it is much older at the US military base.
O/D one path leads to overdrive the mind and one overdosing on medications to fix the mind.
I am tired, so can I eat my 3.1415 as I attempt to get closer to 1.618?
They sailed on a sea of lemonade
Guided by the fairy floss clouds above
Sipping sparkling pink bubbles
Celebrating their candy cotton love
They sailed into the liquorice darkness
He hummed his sweetheart a lollipop tune
Eating snowy white chocolates
Under the glow of the honeycomb moon
Amassed in tiny
droplets formed
on a windowsill
like virgin tears
of perfection...
the night-bird's
rendition of summer
rain behind the backdrop
of a trumpeter's smooth
grooves melting beneath
the warmth of
the enveloping sun.
That was when she
drifted in, unassuming
under a breeze
of melodic waves
like corners turn,
sharp and definitive
as a baby clef on
the musician's highest
notes shouting
I Wanna Take You HIGHER...
perfectly stained
on a sheet
tentatively titled
the Color of Eve.
Poised upon feathers
of song subdued
in blues she consumes
the world around her,
spiraling between
mellifluous rhythms
that sway her mind
where her body
dares not go...
there, soulful nectar
drips from her
brow as the sun
momentarily rests before
draping her in
a palette of warm
sensations under dusk's
lyrical awakening.
Her eyelids close
as she arches
back to feel
the cool sound
around her, becoming
conjoined within
it's many moods
of blues and hues
a denizen of
the moment embraced...
emitting a scent
so sweet
that by dawn
she leaves behind
a confectionery trail
of perfect notes.
cranky child crying
confectionery caress ~
calm cuddles comfort
I'll make for you a chocolate box
Is it sweets you like?
A box of red with a ribbon white
Yes! Truly a charming delight!
Do you prefer dark or milk?
And how about some caramel?
A little salt will be just fine
A perfect mix of confectionery to eat!
I'd give the box to you on a winter's day
When everyone else slumbers away
It will either be beneath the mystic moon
Or on a warm and fuzzy frosty noon
Then that box of love in your hands you'll hold
And I'll look at you all bright and bold
Your chocolate orbs and vanilla smile
Oh! What a saccharine bliss!
His hands work diligently,
They haven’t been wearied by the passage of time,
They have formed and moulded,
They have created and designed,
He arises early to his duty,
Work hours haven’t dwindled with time,
Age hasn’t been a barrier to his creativity,
He hums and sings as his hands move gracefully,
His confectionery was always the last word in the bakery,
The trade and its tools have seen many enduring years,
They have taught many to find their feet,
They have made many trailblazers,
The baker’s muse, an ageless force,
The baker’s strength, a timeless yield,
The baker’s hands, my father’s,
The baker’s shop, my school.
May 27, 2022.
“Chocolate Oh chocolate…. what can I say”?
You are paradise in a wrapper delivered direct from the Milky Way!
You smell delightful, taste so creamy and sweet
Have so many different varieties …..you are the perfect treat!
Some say …”Oh, I love a few pieces of chocolate at night”
Me …the whole bar is eaten , not a second thought in sight!!
Chocolate gives me comfort ,happiness as well
The thought of chocolate no longer in my life makes me feel unwell!
I’m so excited when I know I have some to eat later on
Relax, put my feet up and enjoy until all gone!
At times I try not to eat it ,to encourage better health
Though each and every time I find myself at that confectionery shelf
I’ve even hidden bars and eaten secretly
Being a right little sneaky pants eating hurriedly!
“Chocolate Oh chocolate, what can I say”?
“You will always be in my life….Give you up?…NO WAY!!!
Raspberry bonbon confectionery,
Lavender fields, spicy infusions
Neon lights, trailing ivy shimmer,
Eerie azure moon, stately silhouettes
Katoomba's eucalyptus gardens
Aqua paint swirls, funky abstract art
Freshly cut roses, Prussian royal
Spider veins, mimic skeleton leaves
Maldives sandstorm, sapphire jewels
Inherited, European eyes
Topaz rich, diamante gem skies
Working man's blues, American roots
Cerulean butterfly, flutters
Reticent, admirably, beneath
The ozone layers,
Vast deep blue hole
Honey ... you
Sweet on my tongue
Licorice and almond eyes
Dark hellos, darker goodbyes
Begetter of my sugar rush
Such corporeal candy crush
Thighs and sighs to heaven's hush
Lush, to wonder just how deep
Oh so slowly, tenderly
Love me fast to sleep
Hard sin, saccharine
Very confectionery ...
My Marzipan.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Metaphor Of Love" Poetry Contest, Bobby May, Judge & Sponsor.
To model she
forced herself to salads,
energetic products
and gym
To beautify herself,
amounts of time,
cosmetology ...
To compensate,
solitary abuses,
stuffing
of chocolates and
delicatessen ,
confectionery ... "
Not a good year for the roses
Cut price Valentine roses
languish in black buckets
heads drooping like a rejected lover
Calorific candy confectionery in boxes
covered with cardboard love hearts...
still waiting to pass ruby red lips
‘Be my Valentine cards’
now half price -
buy yours ready for next year!
2/15/19
So tell me what you
really like to feel
How you would like to swim,
chill a little,enjoy these free
gusts as they fill your wings;
a simple nudge to flight
No single grudge to mind
Where does that fuel reside?
That ripple surge to light
take-off on to vibes so bright
You could flinch at my clarity
Make me an interloper bordering insanity
There's a lot of rivalry in Galilee
A recession of chivalry
So amusingly pathetic
So, tell me honey
What sweet confectionery
Would you love best to melt
While slid between your lips to be felt
On a moonlit rendezvous,
feelings merge and interlace.
And like creamy toffee bars,
Sweethearts meld as they embrace.
Love garners sweet candied dreams
from reality's mirage.
And hungry, compliant lips
share a gummy bear massage.
Sweet, sugar-coated wishes
melt into chocolate hearts.
And make peppermint kisses,
scrumptious as honey-dipped tarts.
A confectionery treat,
love is a treat, hearts' treasure.
An indulgence that brings such
extraordinary pleasure.
My sweet baby girl is
half-awake, half-asleep.
And her toffee yawns are
like stretchy caramel.
Her cotton candy cheeks
are like pink marshmallows.
And dark chocolate curls
adorn my baby's head.
She sports blueberry eyes
with soft licorice lips.
And her creamy face wears
a million-dollar smile.
A confectionery
treat; she smells delicious.
And gives sugared kisses;
that taste ever so sweet.
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