Cold icy frozen dessert in colors of all kind
I have sixteen favorites in the back of my mind
They give me brain freeze for they are full of frost.
Give me my most favorite pure Haagen Daz.
Peanut butter, butter brickle, sherbet and coffee.
I am standing at the freezer case reaching for toffee.
Some of them are as green as a pretty new moss.
I hear some little kid yell “Hey! It’s Haagen Daz!”
Should I get sprinkles or hot fudge today?
I like my ice cream best when it is glitzed up this way.
A maraschino cherry to the top, it’s the boss
I am delighted to see the words Haagen Daz!
This one has marshmallows, that one has mint.
I stand her forever, my mind turning to lint.
I want them all, not caring about the cost.
For I am in love with every flavor of Haagen Daz.
Categories:
daz, food,
Form: Rhyme
STORIES IN POTTERY
Bluebirds above the azure lakes
Burleigh cups - willow pattern trees in gold leaf -
Once with mashed Sichuan oolong,
And on their side plates, shortbread tiffin,
While nephews in white laughed loudly and played tennis on the lawn.
George V Silver Jubilee mug and plate (1910-1935)
Found by slum clearance machines
In a small kitchen overlooking the slipway at Wallsend -
The mug was dropped once and chipped
On the stone floor, toasting the returned Mauretania -
The plate was never used again,
The Mauretania was never used again.
Chipped but uncracked ; dust coated, but loved.
Shapes and pictures that hold more than hot tea.
Saucers deep and smooth, or shallow and scalloped
With painted delicate petals.
With oolong long cooled,
Cups with flared bell-mouths buried
Under crumpled newspaper stuffed
In soapboxes advertising Daz flakes
Categories:
daz, memory,
Form: Free verse
rebirthing in your weeping womb
again white dove from the
refuge of my failing vis-
ion leaps to the mudd-
y moon for a bite yo-
ur reflections in my
drunken eyes daz-
zle, arrow of urge-
nt wants piercin-
g the third eye
rapid ejacula-
ion on the b-
roken earth
Categories:
daz, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
Jan and Daz are so so happy
United are Jadazzle
Many months have passed
Poetry writing has been put on hold
It's been over a year... but we
Never gave up believing we would write together
Good times are just around the corner
Friendship oh so strong
Overt faith in each other
Radiating from united hearts
Joyous in our reunion
Optimism will be our byword
Yesterday is but a memory
12th August 2015
This is our first poem in about 14 months - writing together again was a dream that has finally come true - Jadazzle are well and truly reunited.
Written by Jan Allison and Darren Watson
Categories:
daz, celebration, friendship, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
Pot plants on white tiles
arranged in zigzags.
If I skimmed my eyes,
they made me dizzy.
In them, geraniums
from mum's shop,
and Daz arranged them
fancy style.
I loved those little pots,
and in the morning,
when Daz had taken out the flowers,
the pots still made me stare.
7/16/2015
Categories:
daz, flower,
Form: Verse
Jan and Daz were out strolling one day
Daz turned and asked did I fancy a lay
I blushed like a schoolgirl and said Daz don’t be so rude! …
But I’m feeling quite peckish, I fancy some food
Daz started to fumble and to my surprise
He pulled out a whopper I gulped at the size
Get your teeth into this Jan was all Daz did say
For there in his hands was a huge bag of Lay’s!
I wrote this back in April. My dearest wish is that one day Darren will be back to add another verse
Lay's in not a product we have in the UK
20th June 2015
Categories:
daz, humorous, i miss you,
Form: Rhyme
Ebonics, Lets Do Some Slang
I knows I'se yo' life a' chillin'
yo' bro's gamin' da ladies and spillin'
Dat blod on dez streets bout' town
sit yo' nappy azz rite on down!
Lak I'se yo' bes' frien' a skippin'
on da daz he be wacked out en' trippin'
Dat he'd jest tak' yo' last doller
spen' it on jest a gal and a holler!
In fac' sumtimes he sezs me awerkin'
laughs so damm hard he starts ahurtin'
He saz dat iz fer da ignorent doggs
yuz iz ez dead ez a rottin' logg!
I laugh at da way he be'n a-thinkin'
ff'ed up on da weed and da drinkin'!
07/27/2014
For Verlena's Ebonics Contest.
I like challenges....
Categories:
daz, change, creation, culture, fun,
Form: Rhyme
If in the morning when you wake,
If the sun does not appear,
I will be here.
If in the dark we lose sight of love,
Hold my hand and have no fear,
I will be here.
I will be here,
When you feel like being quiet,
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen.
Through the winning, losing,
and trying we'll be together,
And I will be here.
If in the morning when you wake,
If the future is unclear,
I will be here.
As sure as seasons were made for change,
Our lifetimes were made for years,
I will be here.
I will be here,
And you can cry on my shoulder,
When the mirror tells us we're older.
I will hold you,
to watch you grow in beauty,
And tell you all the things you are to me.
We'll be together and I will be here.
I will be true to the promises I've made,
To you and to the one who gave you to me.
I will be here.
(This is to Daz)
Categories:
daz, age, for him, love,
Form: Free verse
Bored at school
I decided to play the fool
By doing a little dancing for my friends.
A mixture of ballet
taught by my sister Sally
and a little bit of tae kwon do.
My teacher walked in
and with a knowing grin
made me promise to repeat it for the Christmas show.
Dressed in my tutu
Fishnet stockings and a boob tube
Little Daz was ready for the stage
''I love to boogie '' was the tune
and I found very soon
My pirouettes were all the rage.
I heard the howls of laughter
The applause that came soon after
and knew my little dance had been a hit
I would repeat the dance for you
like good friends ought to do
but I'm afraid I can't just find a tutu to fit.
Categories:
daz, dance,
Form: Verse
I am New York
Went for a drive
Just a regular day
Though I saw love
Going down a highway
Follow it down
But it reaches out of state
Now I want to go home
Cause it’s getting late
I am New York
Its home to me
The empire state building
And the statue of liberty
I am New York
It’s where I belong
Like frank Sinatra says
In his famous song
So far away
Ran out of gas
Forget my wallet home
Pull over on the grass
Diner across the street
Wash dishes for a day
Fill my tank up
And I am on my way
I am New York
From Brooklyn to queens
South beach board walks
And Hagen daz ice cream
I am New York
From Bronx to long island
The Verrazano
Grand central station
Will be home soon
Can’t wait to be there
To stand on the ferry
And feel the wind thru my hair
Through china town
Straight up on Broadway
They block some parts of
Un meetings to day
It’s a different life
In a New York minute
And millions of tourist
Every year comes to visit
I am New York
Categories:
daz, passion, home, home, new
Form: Light Verse
Amazingly
Baked
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Delightful
Elephant Ears
Fried Chicken
Greasy Burgers
Hagen Daz
Ice Cream
Jello
Kiwi Strawberry
Lemonade
Melted
Nachos
Oven Baked
Pizza
Quenching
Root Beer Floats
Steamy
Tasty
Umm Buttery
Vegetables
Wow
Xexploring
Yummy
Zones
for sami al khalili food for sopu contest
Categories:
daz, food
Form: ABC
Lem-me get a taste a za'
Scrumbcious cake
O..
Dear Mattie
Legs ain't takin'
No mo'e-ye weight
za'-c's' y'like
some-a'-za' cake
O..Mattie
Now te-me wada-Do
When ye'-gatz daz Blue
Please,O..
Dear Mattie Dont go
Dont leave to za'Land-a-Rainin' Sun
No,
No More...
Mattie
--Dedicated to Abeer R.I.P--
**Obese Is Not Owkay**
Categories:
daz, lost love, love
Form: Blank verse