tip: don’t get sand in your lip gloss
Talking about relationships
I find it irritating when, after three hours of
sweaty club-dancing I ask my boyfriend,
“Want to get a sweet treat?” and he says “no.”
“Come on,” I whined.
I slumped, snorted and stamped my foot like a horse.
but he sat, cow-like, unmooved.
“I’m 22” I declared, lifting my chin in challenge,
“You can’t tell me ‘no.’ NO ONE can tell me no -
sweets are street-legal.”
While I was getting whipped up,
he’d started looking at his phone.
So I ordered ice cream, two scoops,
- one banana pie, and one mango-nut.
with whipped cream, nuts, strawberry bits
chocolate-sprinkles and three cherries.
He practically ate it all.
Let me say it poetically..
I was vexed near complaint
his filching was open
but with his sugared kiss, my wrath did melt,
cured, as was, by that warm piece of service
proving, all haps, love is still the sweetest thing.
.
.
Songs for this:
In These Shoes? by Kirsty MacColl
Meet You At the Moon by Imelda May
I melt like lime ice cream
Cause his words liquify me
Emerald eyes gaze so deep
Caramel cries softly charming
Roses never smell as sweet
Entering my nostrils inviting
Allowing gold soul to be free
My lover so close brings me peace
Special child enjoyed blest* birthday treat
delighted with pastries richly sweet…
oh, ice cream cake was best
he licked and bit midst zest
then shared for feast, saved from candle’s heat.
*Psalm 89:52 Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen...
June 17, 2023
4th place, "Ice Cream Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 7/22/2023.
My close friend eats lots of ice cream
At its sight his dark eyes would gleam
His name is Vijay
Though a gentle guy,
If it is denied, he will scream
I, Love, Icecream
To me it is a favourite a dream
In a tub or on a cone
With my friends or all alone
Ever since I was a boy
The thought of one filled me with joy
I could never have enough
Of that lovely frozen stuff
You may say that I am odd
Eating icecream on my todd
But even now I'm all grown up
My love of icecream will not stop
So in my suit and favourite tie
I could have been that icecream guy
You may think what you like
Try to stop me - On your Bike !
Cold as ice
But sweet as honey
You made me laugh
You were rather funny
You were there when I cried
And I thought you'd be there till the day that I died
But when you left
my heart Broke inside
You left me alone like
Ice cream does when it falls off a cone
Yes, thats it you were my icecream
But like on a hot sunny day,
you melted away.
Butterfly Ice Cream
Little children all around me
I can't catch my breath.
Little eyes all trained on me
and I'm scared half to death.
Suddenly it seems to me
by stage fright I've been bitten.
The only reason I am here
is to read some poems I've written.
Still I sense the gravity
of the words I choose to say.
One day one of them might stand
right where I stand today.
Reading poems they one time wrote
of butterfly ice cream.
Or maybe of a prince somewhere
they met in a dream.
It's up to me this moment
to nudge and to inspire.
Then step aside for poetry
to take them even higher.
Raising up the bar it seems
for some distant lonely night.
When they too find some comfort
in the words they someday write.
Thank You for this chance Dear Lord
and believing I could do it.
Now Lord it's all up to You
to somehow help me through it.
Edwin C Hofert
Chocolate brownie with Ice cream
Chocolate cake baked so crisp,
topped vanilla ice,
hot chocolate poured on sides,
tickles the taste buds,
drooling saliva,
tranquillise,
feast !!
Written October 27th, 2014
For Andrea's 'Make me drool with Epulaeryu' contest
Awarded 7th place
my ears are stuffed
with pretty lies
my heart consumed
by butterflies
hear your words
watch your eyes
deep within
it signifies
the end of days
where i was found
hollowed and marked
tightly bound
bloody chains
broken bones
wounds left open
unthrown stones
lashing out
to save my skin
they told me why
but never when
this world unloved
for there are no hearts
if you still have yours
sell its parts
believe in fantasy
decieving stares
they locked me up
and no one cares
my angel wings
reflect the light
and keep away
the chills of night
angel of death
see me again
tell me why
but never when
so smooth you are-
the thought of you soothe's down my throat.
milkshakes, mocha latte's and root beer floats...
baby you are my chocolate chip, you're my honey dip
...and I just love the way your cream is whipped...
butter pecans, hot fudge and caramel
I love your taste and your sweet unforgettable smell...
everytime after tasting you...my mind dwells...
on the rainbow colored sprinkles placed upon you
there's no other flavor I wanna try beyond you...
hot syrup oozing all over you
-no matter cold or hot...you're my fondue
baby you're so good, I want double scoops of you
you chill my body in this heat
my favorite dessert, my favorite treat...
without your taste, I'm incomplete
- you give me this feeling-
I never felt...
and when I have you, my heart just melts
...I'll put you in my icebox to preserve you
you taste so good, sometimes I wonder if I deserve you...
slowly churned, soft served and home made...
...I like many kinds...but you're perfect just the way you're made.
I'll place you in my cone and put a cherry on your top
cause baby you're just like icecream...
good to the last drop!
Beads of sweat dot my burnt forehead
As I start to give in to the scorching heat
The ice cream man anthem ring throughout the suburban neighborhood
Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla swirl
With a warm smile he greets us
Eyes of rainbow sprinkles
Fresh waffle cone brown complexion
Nose cherry red
We watch as our hero and his whip cream white head fades into the heat
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