Long Candy Poems
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summer rain
cotton candy clouds
whispy trails like spun sugar ~
sly mists mask the skies
muggy breathless air
leaves hang limp upon their boughs ~
mute the summer song
heat in mirages
shimmering waves sweltering ~
sweet star jasmine blooms
winds like banshees rise
hypnotic dust shadows spin ~
crickets take cover
monsoon clouds rumble
dark humid fury gathers ~
lightning waits to strike
thunder bumpers swell
full of humid heaviness ~
fevered fireballs flair
muggy raindrops fall
scent of rain on sidewalks
drought runs for its life.
8-1-22
Winter’s snow softly falls, flurries
invite me to a magic kingdom -
naïve of bitterness. Cold and warmth
tethered together - in lover’s arms, in hats and coats,
ethereal frozen hands over a chestnut fire.
Rivers made with planks of ice - bridges to a
macrocosm ecstasy of skating, sledding and more - all
against a backdrop of ancient oaks, maples and pines -
glazed with vanilla icing. Gilded Rooftops trill peppermint*
icicles. We snap them off and lick, like lollipops. Rosy-cheeked
children melt, in this serendipitous, wonderland of snow.
12/24/2016
*Illusion to candy canes
A Fantasy Fish
A fantasy fish in a fantasy ocean
floating around in a fantasy potion
adrift in the depth of slumber’s commotion
eyes blinking in awe of this wondrous notion.
Fins that have feathers - scales iridescence
tickling with joy the sea’s effervescence
gills playing music as the rainbows flow through
calming the dreamer with soft notes of blue.
A fantasy ocean - a fantasy fish
colorful candy in mind’s candy dish
inviting the dreamer in for a swim
in the fantasy world of eye flashing REM.
11/4/2015
submitted to – Fantasy Fish in a Fantasy Ocean – poetry contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
I sit in the back corner of a dark musty warehouse now
Discarded, forgotten, despised, unwelcome, bereft.
No one has been in this place for at least sixty years.
Once upon a time in my heyday I was revered and petted.
Children squealed with delight as they approached.
They laughed and giggled and chuckled about my candies.
Fat women covertly looked both ways before approaching.
They loved my offerings but did not want everyone to see them.
Milk chocolate! They said with a sigh, as they gulped my candies.
Skinny men whose wives had them on diets approached with a skip.
They fairly hopped away, with the enthusiasm of their youth.
These memories keep me happy as I sit here in this dark dungeon.
Fabricating Trees and Things
May God bless your heart
with harmony tones
Let the rusting rain refrain of grief
fly away in the wind
Yours is a greater chore
a glorious alchemy
Welcome your garden guests!
This will be no party for pity.
No one should be locked inside.
Put away that unholy cell phone...
Pain’s penmanship,
will not crush our appetite.
You say “ Take the leap into my heart.”
After all sharing poetry is about being close,
a transfusion of sorts
We are the carnivorous beasts.
Our appetite revealed,
as we destroy creation.
Us who are a single sifted grain of sand.
Much is revealed by Kindergarten Philosophy,
yet we choose to stay forever old.
Witness our director’s cut and paste,
fabricating a tree in a forest
Will you be on the outlook
for you, me, and Candy?
So we can escape winter’s endless night.
I dismembered your tongue twister,
hoping you might take the leap into my heart.
I watch as your memories resurface
You are polite and compliment my longing
Still my ordering of words cannot redo you
You say “These strands, they hold me together.”
I see your purple longing
and feel the immeasurable impact.
I guess there can be no proper goodbye.
I fabricated this piece from Juliet Ligon’s poem titles.
I hope you enjoy the end result.
Please look up Juliet as she can make Romeo blush.
my ghostly appearance was scary of course
brother and sister went dressed as a horse
they did not keep pace well with each other
I saw the problem was because of my brother
we traveled along yelling “trick-or-treat”.
Picking up some candy that was truly sweet.
Homemade popcorn balls will be put in the trash.
We thanked them, throwing them into our cache.
black cats and jack-o-lanterns with witches on porches.
dim sidewalks lit by Dracula’s make-believe torches.
A scary Frankenstein was gaining on us rapidly.
I screamed in earnest when a bat flew from a tree.
The best Halloween we have ever had said Cy.
That is my brother, who is a weird little guy.
My sister was not as glad, being the back of a horse.
“I like it too!” said the Frankenstein, our neighbor Norse.
Slowly a little bit each day
So I won’t notice their passing
Thoughts and dreams drift away
To a time when I was younger
Try to remember the small corner store
Where I bought candy for a penny
And won a prize for guessing the number of jellybeans
In a jar by the pop machine
Nothing comes back
And I wonder where they went
Jimmy and his collection of marbles
Jenny and her pretty pink dress
I thought was so glamorous
A wind swept them away
Does anyone know who I was
Before the old lady who looks like my mother
Began to stare at me in the mirror
Maybe growing old means we become memorials
For those who stayed in our yesterdays
While we remain lost
In a today that makes no sense
I can hear the screams of happy children a block away from the square
It is the fourth of July, the only day we have a carnival in our town
The tilt-a-whirl and the Ferris wheel are in their usual places.
How they manage to do this the same way every year is astounding.
Barkers are begging us to give up our dimes; I keep walking.
All of my money is going for rides, and cotton candy – hopefully pink.
It is crowded already; old people are sitting in lawn chairs watching.
Kids are running in and out of the crowd.
Blinking lights are everywhere.
There is such happiness here; my heart gives a bit of a jump.
People are smiling from every direction.
There are strollers and mommies.
We walk rapidly past them to get the next seat on the Ferris wheel.
It is always a magical day when the carnival comes – July 4th, every single year.
Inside the water
where they float or sway in their rusting roots
are horse tackle,
buggies,
unhinged parts of eighteen wheelers,
a girl on a tricycle, her bones still cycling in the drifting meld
circle squirrel and possum pelts,
The sludge of a dredging flow
tows bodiless pockets of former times.
No one can tell what is missing, what is still surfacing,
what is now lathered into womb-bearing suds.
A wake nibbles banks, it heaps up
headless pomades,
a filigree of funnel cake,
cotton candy,
half drunken sups of rum,
antedeluvian arrow heads,
the painted missing parts of the once and will be.
A momentous loss drifts by, is found by stooping gulls,
their screams almost musical
on a carousel wind.
Under the brittle reeds late summer copulates with
eddy,
churn
and jism.
There are corroding blooms between spent shotshells,
condoms colonize cattails,
belt buckles beckon
to forsaken underwear
that blossom now like pale squid.
The river slops together every wind-plowed recipe,
blends the newly-unearthed
with the long abandoned.
A backwash seeps moon-spills,
or drives a John Deere deeper into boggy entrails,
while barges slowly push each muddy footprint
toward empty shoes,
sunken slippers,
pumps,
loafers and boots
dropped somewhere between Pittsburg and the Mississippi
yet still moving along.
Finally, it is that time of the year
Lights, eggnog, with all the Christmas cheer
Father was singing noels
Then hearing jingle bells
Mother said, “It’s only the rain, dear”
Opening the nesting doll was an ache
Overturning it and began to shake
Was all full of dirt
Got all over my shirt
It was the urn of grandma, my mistake
Whiskey is gone, theres tap water
Left over candy cane's from last year
Nod the noggin yes foods delicious
Happy Holiday, Merry Christmas!
My brother with happiest grin
Certain he was going to win
2D fighting game
That ended in shame
For his controller wasn’t plugged in
Lost my favorite pair of socks
My others all have holes from rocks
Present near the tree
But was not for me
Then found with a nail by the clocks
Whiskey is gone, there's tap water
Left over candy cane's from last year
Nod the noggin, yes foods delicious
Happy Holiday, Merry Christmas!