Living on the thin skin
of a peach in space
its fuzz
our everything
but for that flat fruit
and saccharine fever dreams
the cream is turning our peach
into a nectarine
I ate my ice cream
way too quick
and now brain
is frozen!
Ever-optimistic
for fun and games
one may dream
of peaches and cream
and tho' the primrose path
may razz our berries
life ain't always a bed of roses
or just a bowl of cherries
for the latter comes with stones
as has the former prickles
we must pick and choose
which way our fancy tickles
The world has distinctive experiences for a man
And his journey lies in it
To a child, Ice cream is a delight
But not only in taste
An encounter, Admiration, Curiosity and Change.
A real first look at life
The construct entices a person before its flavor
As a growing child, sweet and shining things speak to us
The process meant something to us, to me
The start was only a moment meant for the fun
But as time passed
Emotions we had as kids, unknown to the world problems
Became either you feel or you don't
Like your palate
You outgrow somethings that it becomes nostalgia you didn't know you had
An aching sensation that fills you as you choose
The life of an adult
From Ice cream to Sorbet
From sprinkles to Ice
You become someone you can't recognize
And the people around you have to suffer for it
As the workings of the world wasn't working for you
But you get use to it, and try to understand it more
And see a better reason why some choices left you pillow wet
Are now the reasons a walk seemed better
Than rotting with your feelings
A change necessary but takes a lot from our young selves
Some call it growing up
I call it
Changing my palate
There once was a squirrel named Tippy
who loved ice cream that was chocolate chippy.
He’d wiggle and grin
as he dipped right in
that tiny-paw thief was so lippy.
Behold:
Banana flavored ice cream.
You thought you knew what creaminess could be…
Toss that banana peel into the air with joy like a graduation cap.
And you won’t slip except into something flavorful.
You thought banana could be split?
That was before you knew about that mellowness can be all in one.
And even banana bread can’t compare to that creamy lusciousness.
Brought to you by:
The Hidden Fruit.
an ice cream truck pulls up at the block
and kids have gathered with their demands
to ask the guy who sells the 'cold sweet thing'
to give them one to cool off in the afternoon
my mother would take us there
along with my sister who was fighting me before
to make us forget our stupid conversation
and peacefully enjoy the summer vacations
The sun stays out longer than usual
My shoes dusty from the road
My ice cream melting quickly in my hand
Music plays softly through my earbuds
The air slightly smells warm after the downpour
Kids laughing all up and down the street
The pool water shines all shades of blue
My friends out and about after sunset
We talk about random, interesting things
Sometimes summer feels endless
Every year it feels too short
I miss my friends more at night
Fireflies glow in the darkness
The sky, pink before dark
I watch the clouds coast by slowly
The ice in my drink melts before I finish
Late nights have my mind racing
Old memories come easier than other times
I smile more during June days
Everything feels lighter for some reason
Even sad thoughts feel softer
The night air feels calm and peaceful
Summer always leaves too soon
-On the pedestrian island on intersection of, Papilion.Parkway.On the corner of the street. For days, for weeks, so many months lies a full Ice cream cone, unbroken, untouched, and there's a white lava dried out puddle. The Vanilla Ice cream still yet white and coloring has not dissipated. Doesn't didn't disintegrate no evaporate ? Ice cream cone must have came from across the street from "Mcdonald's" where they sell real food?????.
Written words by James Edward Lee 2026
4/28/26
You won’t believe how deeply it went wrong
Much worse than we had ever feared it would
The brutal force and ignorance stride on
The mad dogs bark the cats demand more food
The government officials have succeeded
They can’t be recognized by fingertips
They’re anti- populists, exactly what we needed
To marvel at their schemes of our hardships
Countries are fictional, this world is just one land
Controlled by creatures who are clones of one another
Good job we never asked for sympathy, my friend,
So many fools believe they can plea like no other
Old devil’s dream came true, so everyone’s fed up
With milk of human kindness mixed with rain
Take off your coffee, otherwise my cream erupts
Your Wilton carpet might be covered with white stains.
Cutting out a paper moon,
now in April not in June.
Eating ice cream with a spoon,
seeing TV moon at noon.
Now gluing it will dry soon,
to make a funny cartoon.
Paper moon is a balloon.
R-ich cream, served in a shallow crystal bowl
A- delicious taste for the fervent soul
S-oft, spongy, soaked in sweetened milk quite cold
M-eant for special occasions and for all
A-lmonds strewn thin and spread like winter rain
L-ight cardamom that pleases on the tongue
A-ll stress and strains fade to ease body`s pain
I-ts every bite is like a soothing song.
Summer Days
I watch my wheels go round and round,
as we ride our bikes all over town.
We hit the track to race our friends,
over the hills and through the bends.
The finish line is drawing near,
I didn't get first, but I'm still here.
We pedal to the ice cream store,
and then set off to go explore.
The street lights hum, they're all ablaze,
as we close out our summer days.
I bought some lemonade from a youngster
Selling from his front lawn table and chair
And I bought some strawberry ice cream
From my hometown local fair
I mixed the two together
To make a tasty summer drink
But when I drank about half a glass
My pee turned a yellowish/pink
I really didn't think much of it
Until I had to reuse the John
Because my tummy kept on telling me
That there was something going on
I sat there in my bathroom
Because my tummy really started to ache
Well, low and behold, just like that
I made a strawberry/lemon-like shake
Irish Cream Cake
I stir and mix
rich ingredients in forty shades of green for kicks
inside our T-castle by the bay
shanty sea songs we shall play
he sings along, blare’n A Pair of Brown Eyes and Wellerman
Celtic tea cake zesty
raspberry tea tickles my fancy
energy light and airy
a treat of nostalgic dairy
màireach brings bákús blessings!
Chocolate dallops and drizzles stuck
and four-leaf clovers for good luck
kindly do indulge
each bite pure decadence to divulge!
St Patrick’s Day Eve
3/16/26
St Patrick's Day POTD
3/17/26
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