My love, that old summer sun;
How that smile perched itself
Upon her.
O, how that gelato breathed
Upon our lips
That day I kissed you –
I was so fragile then,
A leaf in the creases
Of her fading days.
O how I regret myself.
If only I could chase the seasons –
I’d have followed you away
Upon the heron’s trail
Into heaven.
O how I regret myself.
Oh Santa ~
I've been telling you all year
to ease up of the
pies, cheesecake and cookies
But no ~
you had to have your way
and eat through mountains
of sweets and decadent desserts
You couldn't get enough ~
brownies, donuts, croissants
ice cream, gelato, sorbet
puddings, flans and custards
Now look at you ~
think about that
while you wait patiently
for the rescue team
You never listen !
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I woke up this autumn Sunday morning
with papier-mâché clouds performing
like a ticker-tape parade from left to right
a strong breeze doodling fall leaves to flight
The birds are just gliding, no flapping in sight.
Today’s a free day, a don’t mess with me day.
I’ve no homework, or assignments
it’s like I’ve escaped from confinement
even my coffee tasted like creamy freedom.
What do you do when you don’t have to do
anything? Why, I could write a play, like Mozart,
or an opera, like Shakespeare - if I were THAT smart -
but don’t those sound like academic effort to you?
I want to hold hands in the park and promenade,
Peter loves strolling the flower markets by the Seine,
a gelato at Amorino after lunch at the Saint James cafe,
and the rain or shine street art at Rue Saint-Rustique.
Isn’t boyfriend-time the best way to spend a Sunday?
.
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Songs for this:
Waterguns (feat. Tom Bailey) by Caravan Palace
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
Dreamin' by G. Love & Special Sauce
The rumbling, crashing, riotous falls
were like instruments intent on
singing out their percussion.
Each watery movement came in
orchestrated rhythm, appearing as
the master of the scene
yet arriving on unheard cue.
The wild and noisy disorder of the
magnificent Niagara Falls were an
ever-changing mosaic of color
that could tumble from a
box of pastels.
In the sunlight they were soft,
no matter how bright the light became,
and always just as pleasing as the
gelato that sat in our waffle cones.
We dashed for cover as the sky
turned like a woolen gray shawl
upon the rolling hills behind us.
Colors arced into a bold sky,
stretching as open hands reaching
for the sun-kissed rain.
The colors were that bit more beautiful,
like God had polished the world afresh.
And how could we begrudge
those blessed drops?
For with them came
the rainbow, the greenery,
the cheery flowers, renewed vigor and
every other slice of life we so enjoy.
Glistening sun and cobblestone streets
Towering cathedrals and blistering feet
Walking past shops gelato in hand
Mom steps into a church as usual, unplanned
Altars rise a bove us, stained glass in every window
Candles and holy water with a crypt just below
Back into town with such bustling people
I turn around and say goodbye to the steeple
Even from here, I can smell the fried food
We stop at a lookout, and my eyes become glued
Beautiful tows and Greenery for miles
It's a special kind of view bringing us smiles
The light hits my eyes, I'm back in my room
Outside my window only darkness and gloom
It's for the best, I've got school and things still
But someday I'll go back, I know that I will
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I felt joy
From when we first met,
To when we had our small, playful fights.
I felt joy
When you told me about who you liked
And when you told me you had found love.
I felt joy
When you ruffled my hair
Or when you would see me dressed up.
I felt joy
When I got you gelato that one rainy day.
I felt joy
When we spoke
Or when we liked each other’s posts.
I felt joy
And only joy.
~ Once Upon a Dream~
One that divinely never ends.
Where love grows, for only us.
People consider us West Coast loons.
Who kiss after decades, in colorful
hot air balloons.
Who still love wine and cheese
picnics after dark.
In tree- blessed, moonlit, deserted parks.
Alas...they don't experience sharing that
mystical midnight sweetness of gelato ice cream.
Having no experience of owning the glory ...
Of that endless once upon a lovers' dream.
10/26/2020
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I think of the little café in Berlin
Where we breakfasted sitting outside
And the strolls that we took from our Danish hotel
With the icy canal as our guide.
Gelato in Italy, pea soup in Prague
And hot cocoa on cold Swedish streets,
The memories cropping unbidden and yet
Sweet and lovely, like welcoming treats.
My travel’s on hold but these flashes are proof
That experiences while you’re away
Make a lasting impression to savor and mull
When you’re stuck in a pandemic day.
The ice cream shop has many favours
originate in Italy as Gelato it's named
many Italians took it across the world
now on our fat, it's to be blames
My personal favourite is hard to find
so many shops just don't have it
only a select few keep it in stock
but I keep looking never will quit
Pure beautiful delightful so divine
just a few names it's truly deserving
coconut so full of flavour
in my mind, it's the Gelato king
Kids love ice cream so much
whether it be a wafer, '99 or cone
but we're all little children at heart
we all love that cold effect every part
what a thrill to find my coconut
two large scoops so full of taste
creamy with little coconut nuggets
take it slowly every drop don't haste
The monuments are stately;
The churches are impressive.
The frescoes and the statues
Are amazing and expressive.
The ruins do proliferate,
Their grandeur still inspiring,
While trattorias beckon
If your energy's expiring.
Yet best of all the offerings
That render Rome exquisite
Are the streets set up for strolling
If you have the chance to visit.
The cobblestones and alleyways
Meander and invite you
To step inside the many shops
Intended to delight you.
Then suddenly, around a bend,
A fountain looms, enticing,
Surrounded by gelato stands,
For pick-me-ups sufficing.
To people-watch or meet head-on
Historical remains,
Just roam the streets and you will feel
Italian in your veins.
A free afternoon
So we heeded advice.
We strolled by the river;
The streets did entice.
We wandered down alleys
In neighborhoods where
Unexpectedly, ruins
Cropped up here and there.
To keep us from flagging,
I turned to gelato.
My spouse had espresso -
He liked it a lotto.
But when we were ready
To hit the hotel,
We vetoed a taxi,
For back where we dwell...
We travel by subway,
By foot or by bus.
It's quick and it's cheap,
Which of course is a plus.
Yet we're tourists and don't
Know the routes, like at home
But we figured - we'll ask.
After all, when in Rome...
So we purchased two tickets
And made our way back
By bus and by subway;
The code we did crack...
With the help of some locals,
For at every station
Were "Grazies"* and smiles,
Which don't need a translation.
*thank you in Italian
Have a beer and fries with lunch,
Then a piece of chocolate cake.
How much can a person eat?
Though it seems like a mistake...
It's not quite, but just because
There's a reason to indulge.
When you're on vacation, you
Don't think about a budding bulge.
Try a bit of this and that;
Add gelato or some pie.
If your pants won't zip, at least
You'll have a solid reason why.
Do not fret -instead, enjoy!
You're away; don't fight the urge.
In a flash, you'll be back home,
So on vacation - splurge, splurge, splurge!
I guess we get what we deserve
But Delta has a lot of nerve
To serve “gelato” with their meal
As if the stuff were somewhat real.
The days I spent in Italy,
Gelaterias luring me,
Have spoiled me truly and I’ll miss
My daily double scoop of bliss.
Departing Venice in the rain
I knew that I would e’er remain
A fan of this Italian treat
And bogus versions can’t compete.
My trip is over; once I’m home
There’ll be no new gelato poem
But here’s to all that I enjoyed –
Guess Haagen-Dazs will fill the void!
Narrow streets that block the light
Bridges spanning everywhere
Gondoliers in black and white
Pigeons in Saint Marco Square
Churches and Venetian glass
Synagogues from ghettoed Jews
Tourists you can barely pass
Everywhere - amazing views
Carts with vendors' souvenirs
Cool cafes to have a snack
When gelato time appears,
There will never be a lack.
Deep red berry on my cone
Next to hazelnut did mix.
Back at home I'll fret and moan
'Cause I'll miss my daily fix.
Travel opens up our eyes
To places different and unique
And every trip grants some surprise
Like my Italian ice cream streak.
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