Christmas was always my big season of celebration
Because I taught school, and it was our semi-big break
Unless you count summers, which were terrific at eight weeks
I looked forward to the baking – candies, cookies, fudges, pies, cakes.
The comradery – family, friends, neighbors, even co-workers.
Everyone seems to be in a holiday mood mid December.
Hannukah, Kwanza and Christmas people friendlier than usual.
Exchanging gifts, giving out glittery cards, being a notch nicer.
I think the entire month of December should be celebrated for this reason.
Categories:
fudges, holiday,
Form: Free verse
foods that make cavities are fudges, caramels and iced cake
chocolate ice cream with peppermint candy cavities make.
Fish, milk, cheese and healthy eggs are waiting in the wings.
they make your teeth strong and hard among other things
Categories:
fudges, food,
Form: Rhyme
If I had a magic wand I would make sure we would have the same skin color
It would be rainbow, but we could diversify it in these ways.
We could choose paisley, plaid, polka dotted, striped or heart skin.
Everyone’s hair would be white, we could dye it any color at will.
Including rainbow of course.
In December we would celebrate our neighbors, learning their customs.
Trying not to steal them, even when some of them would be fun to steal.
We would share foods from all of our cultures, especially cookies and fudges.
We would dance in the streets, and agree to disagree happily about music.
We would have a group hug.
If I had a magic wand I would give people a glimpse of their true self.
So they would be receptive to other people’s customs and habits.
Not merely tolerating each other’s eccentricities but appreciating them.
Because they would be living their soul dream,
and they would want others to live as their true selves also.
I would gladly do this for the world, if I had a magic wand.
Categories:
fudges, universe,
Form: Free verse
We have beef and noodles over mashed potatoes for Christmas.
There are many vegetables, the dieting adults pick at a few of them.
Rest of us gnaw on a variety of fudges, mints, and peanut brittle.
Frosted sugar cookies are a hit too at many of our Christmas tables.
When I was a child, we always had two or three pots of stew or soup.
Oyster stew for the adults, potato soup, and chili. Lots of crackers too.
Because there were so many of us, and soup spread around so fast.
Fruit cakes are usually included, but the last thing eaten.
We throw away almost no food after the family gathers.
Leftovers are collected, taken to those who cannot walk so well now.
Great grandma and great grandma, who are waiting for a quick visit.
A bunch of food at their house too, for they have eighteen children.
Great grandma’s table has turkey, chicken, beef, and salmon.
Salmon is unusual in the Midwest at Christmas time.
Everyone scoots things around to make room for the leftovers.
Categories:
fudges, christmas,
Form: Prose Poetry
Meet a man that fudges from the fence,
Little he says ever makes great sense.
His views, all but humdrum,
That he deems great wisdom,
And he’s been hedging O for long hence.
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Tongue-in-cheek |09.01.2021|
Topic: economist, humour
Categories:
fudges, humor,
Form: Limerick
In a world of fancy clothes lipstick and slapstick jokes
its not the swift flash dance that lasts but the fire stoke
its not that quick silver tongue that fudges with untruth
but the heart that lives in its abode like a joyful sleuth
In a world where music and drama is a thing of the past
its not the talks revered with jabble dabble social blast
its the quiet moments we spend on the carpet nest
that gives our soul sustenance so never be a guest
In a world where some love you and some throw a shoe
its not their opinions that count but what you think of you
its that joy in your heart they can't steal nor eat for a meal
so be a "REAL" person, speak only words that weigh.
Mystic Rose 11/3/2019
Categories:
fudges, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
Greed
When I was small, I was satisfied with the money I had,
I could buy so many kinds of candies with one dollar at that time.
Lollypops that I can lick and suck on for hours,
chocolate fudges that left my lips dirty and fingers sticky,
vanilla ice creams that melted wonderfully in my mouth,
with the taste of milk in it.
Time shifts, I age, and I outgrow my desire.
I feel the greed of gold, burning inside me.
The weight of shillings,
the colour of notes,
the lustre of platinum credit cards.
And the climbing numbers in the bank account,
excites me more than anything else.
The final moment is near,
Death is sending me invitation letters
I withdraw all my money, change it into pure gold blocks.
Piling them on the marble floor of my mansion,
a little mountain of gold is formed.
There I looked at my sweet riches, as pretty as the ‘precious’ in Gollum’s eye,
I climb into the golden mountain and curl inside it,
like a dragon sleeping on its spoils of war.
There I sleep, with a final smile etched on my wrinkled face,
in my cold cemetery.
Categories:
fudges, desire, dream, longing, lust,
Form: I do not know?