My childhood was both sour and sweet,
Sour because I lived with two mothers who were immiscible liquids,
Sour because of sibling conflict and strife,
Sweet because my brother and I enjoyed the company of communal friends.
Growing up on Apple Avenue was a memorable experience,
There was a large field at one end,
It housed a public school,
There were vendors on the field who sold indigenous confections,
My brother and I were their loyal customers,
There was a tree on the field that barely had leaves even during the rainy season,
We were told different mystical tales about the tree.
The highlight of one of the evenings was a bicycle race,
Chopper versus BMX,
The race was about which bike was faster,
In the maiden race, my brother was a few metres ahead,
The Chopper rider committed a foul,
He collided with the rear wheel of my brother’s bicycle,
My brother’s bicycle tumbled and he sustained injuries,
It resulted in a fight between rival groups.
The bicycle race was on hold for a long time.
September 25, 2026.
Candy witch did not sell her sweet treats, she gave them away
Children of all ages ran over to consume, happy to play
She got them hooked on her confections, in an addicted way
They could not get off them, they followed her to I.O. Way
They gave up their parents, siblings, pets, hobbies, jobs and such
The only thing they wanted were her wares which now cost very much
Candy witch was getting richer, her consumers were getting angry and sad.
She was doling out her wares to new plebes, who at first were very glad.
HYBRID CONFECTIONS-:-
prized
deciphered
extremes
intersect
opposites
in PLAUSIBLE PERMUTATIONS
mannered
salient
postures
fantastically
juxtaposed
with WILD HIEROGLYPHICS
reserved
privilege
illuminating
viewers
imagings
Mirror the night
the fragments of a moonlite glare
a warm subtle moment
only lovers share
a desert warmed night
We swim pooled by the night
morning we then breakfast
in memory of the night
The Hickories were strange in
Mesquites Territory
The dessert served first
then supper
then the snacks
we swam in the Mirrored
desert home
With the cob plastered
oven in the garden.
The rasberry wines
and sorted confections
Sumthang Fishy about the Soursop
Written by; Tinsel Trubllalyst
trouble anaylisis for
That's right Publishing Co.
A Smiley Persons Music Company
"Big differance" Appears courtsey of
Sure Nuff Music Co.
Ny. New York
"So wit Shire They Breakfast!"
Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language.
Shall we wax poetic-ish?
Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire.
Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze..
Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us.
But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness.
So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions.
You may damn the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish,
but I am, after all, a living, female thing.
Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos.
No one wants that.
Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days.
Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?
.
.
Songs for this:
matters of the heart by lovlaine
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
Candy purchased in bags
Confections made at home
Chicks wear corsair costumes
Caboodles of children come
Cachinnation long gone
Candidly say to friends
Confit carrots given
Turning to merge with the happy
herd,
I heard clinking against frosty
glass --
Ladyfingers escaping tiramisu,
Followed by creamy swirls of
Chocolate mousse --
And beckoned to their shelf, I
asked
If they desired of me to have a
word.
A dolce chorus of confections
confessed
How to my hips they wished to
bestow
Love handles destined to be
caressed
Through the streets of the Feast
Of San Gennaro.
(c) 2024 Gabriela
Ye in creation
Does thou thinkers
Me
The flowers
and confections
How does one
Wish me to
Be
Ye in consideration
Perfumed
Does one wish
to improve thy
Luck
To have in
this position
To kiss and
Embrace me
And such
Music of the
Evening
The wines which taste
So sweet
Ye in creation
Does thou thinkers
Me
The flowers
and confections
How does one
Wish me to
Be
Ye in consideration
Perfumed
Does one wish
to improve thy
Luck
To have in
this position
To kiss and
Embrace me
And such
Music of the
Evening
The wines which taste
So sweet
Ye in creation
Does thou thinkers
Me
The flowers
and confections
How does one
Wish me to
Be
Ye in consideration
Perfumed
Does one wish
to improve thy
Luck
To have in
this position
To kiss and
Embrace me
And such
Music of the
Evening
The wines which taste
So sweet
Oh what joy my grandchildren deploy.
Hugs, giggles and kisses,
They are my untold riches.
Curious questions and sweet confections,
Grandma, what is that bird in the tree?
Do you have more candy for me?
Thoughts in my mind like rolling clouds in the sky finding new ways to flirt
Far off confections that bring forth questions of truth, love, and even hurt
Discovering new methods of sensuality, never stopping or thinking to subvert
Swirling together in beautiful destruction without forcing one another to convert
Disappearing beyond the horizon, seldom catastrophic, but also rarely inert
On the days when I'm not in your presence, how is it my thoughts of you do not divert
Kidnapped
I plan to kidnap you~though you
are a fully grown man.
I hold for you, a bag of sweets…
My heart's sweetest confections
and then...
Get you into my car and into a dark,
thick forest.
There, my deepest love...
To please you to the fullest.
So you just can't leave me.
Beyond any measure, my dearest
love treasure.
In the woods, near a sparling stream,
Timeless,we can settle and dream
And at night lie under the stars
Serene…under God's azure love blanket.
5/4/202$
My cousin and I were dismayed
By the kids who were in her third grade
They had no answers to tell
Though they spoke very well
And knew how impressions were made!
They earned an A+ for endurance
For displaying remarkable effluence
They could babble all night
With no fact in sight
Nor any sign of congruence!
Oh, how wise we thought that we were
We could see their minds were a blur!
But now, mid-elections
And selfie confections
We see why they were so sure.
carefully chosen
rolled out and sprinkled just so
tasty confections
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