Long Caramels Poems
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I was musin' yesterday about things I cherished as a boy.
Simple things, yet in my parochial world, things that brought me joy.
Anything from apples to Zweiback and so much more,
Could then be found down the road at the local country store.
For a quarter I could buy a straw hat to stifle summer rays.
Seems all you can find to wear are baseball caps nowadays.
Ah, to savor the taste of that old-timey original bottle of Coke,
Though the tingle in your nose almost made you choke!
Were there soaps other than Lifebuoy? I never knew of another.
'Twas used quite often to cleanse my mouth of filth by my Mother!
When it was a nickel pack of gum you had a hankerin' for,
Black Jack, Beemans or Clove was available at the local store.
When I could cadge a nickel from my hard-workin' Dad,
A Clark, Bit-O-Honey or Powerhouse candy bar could be had.
How I savored Walnetto caramels so delectable and chewy,
And choc'lit covered creams, delicious but oh so very gooey!
I quivered with excitement openin' a box of Cracker Jacks,
Anxiously lookin' for the simple prize, never mindin' the snacks!
Alas, such simple delights that I enjoyed as a lad are now lore.
I reckon tastes have changed - such things don't abound much anymore!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Caramels coated in chocolate a candy must
taste buds so happy they flavor bust
the sweetness and chewy and chocolate too
whoever thought of it knew exactly what to do
I like Rolos in foil of gold
the caramel soft the chocolate bold
together a team that wins the candy race
try one than end up stuffing your face
Milk Dudes an old standard but chew is long
the caramel pulls out your fillings as chew on and on
the flavor is great is your mouth but to burst
handful of Milk Dudes chewing let them do their worst
Junior Caramels little balls of chocolate covered caramels
so soft and tender the chew is unreal
great is the flavor it is hard to beat
like em all you can't stop eating eat eat eat.
The Brainy Stranger @ the Book Store Coffee House - A Narrative Poem
One day at a book store,
In the corner they sold,
Some very flavorful coffee and biscuits cakes;
"We've got some lovely shacks,
Say’s the library hostess".
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some soapbox."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally busy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call fizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Book Store Coffee House Market.
So to Book Store Coffee House Market I decided to go,
In search of the zoos I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling crisps,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling fruits and dates
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather brainy
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all zany.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some fresh hot chocolate caramels Yum!"
I headed towards her, to the south
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the aroma she passed away.
Then it vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I heard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
All those books on the shelf just fell on me…
4/9/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
OR, MY FEZ
Candy Daddy sneaks into my room at night
"Don't tell mommy," Candy Daddy says.
He has to give me candy when I ask for some
Or anything I want. A doll. A kitten. A fez.
"Candy Daddy, get me an ice cream cone,"
I demand, and narrow my eyes.
"Very well, my tiny trollop."
Candy Daddy grins. All the same,
I often pray he dies.
"Dear Jesus," goes my prayer, "Would you mind
Killing Candy Daddy before he sneaks in my room?
I know it's wrong to want it, but it would be so kind
Of you to introduce him to some painful doom."
So far my prayer has gone unanswered
And Candy Daddy tells me "Make no noise!"
Then come the dawn I gladly don my fez
And eat caramels and play with toys.
I'm pretty sure when I grow up
I will never want to play with boys
Candy Daddy rubs me wrong, and rubs me raw,
And makes me want to run away with my kitten
To Illinois.
Back then we lived for carousels
Gold beams, mosaic skies
On horses shaded caramels
Float dreams of the unwise
We never soared to sky or sea
Yet rode on glittered waves
A molded track eternity
Did roll triumphant saves
I kept the snowy steed beside
For you, my partner made
Our smiles would effortlessly glide
Beneath the gilded shade
But then amidst our ‘lectric daze
A paint chip shaving fell
The amber mare that held your gaze
Would lose its pretty shell
Her colors frowned with raindrop lips
and shape dulled from anew
At once our grand affair eclipsed
Off with your steed you flew
The tarnished pole that held your face
Then faltered to the ground
Pink mirrored glass broke in disgrace
The only music sound
Loud inner gears did squeak and grind
Dim lights flickered in vain
Sharp remnants of a metal rind
Are all that now remain
To shining dreams I bid farewell
Beside my sad old mare
For now we see our carousel
Did not go anywhere
You named me your Sunshine
And gave me a sunshine box
And my face is all aglow
For I fill my five senses of sight,smell
taste, touch and sound
And I unpack each one nice and slow.
Out comes a picture of me and you
In a cottage on a hill which we have still
The most beautiful times we shared
Many summers ago, of memories forever
I see you now beckoning me from the door.
Out comes a scented candle of Jasmine
The smell surrounds me as you glow
I can feel it light up my heart
the smell now washes over me
making me go with the flow.
Out comes a tin of Caramels
Our favourite of the lot
I immediately pop one into my mouth
Waiting for it to explode once more
And don’t care if it goes to my waist anymore.
Out comes my yellow coat on which I dote
We would snuggle under it
so soft to the touch
I miss you so much
I wear it to feel your hug once more
Our comes my favourite songs on a C.D
You made me many moons ago
I hear you now as if your there
My heart receiving warm signals
As I sing along with you once more.
I Thank you so much for my sunshine box
For it was a gift from you
I lock it up now and keep it close
Right here next to me
The sun now slanting in through the window.
27.07.2020
Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
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11/18/18
I have an old box
in that box, I have
collected many "treasures"
Not treasures of great value
but small memories of time
that has passed
This box is like a "scrapbook"
that makes me so happy
Look...look what I found today:
an old coin that is
marked by time
The coin is brown, a little thick
and need to be cleaned
The coin has a crown on
the one hand, value built
and the year standing
on the other side:
5 - cent from 1912
Such a coin from 1912
was probably a great wealth
It was probably not from
a "poor man`s" pocket
The coin has been owned
by many over the years
It has paid for food for
hungry bodies
Flour, sugar, bread, milk,
potatoes, onions and carrots
Perhaps the wool to knit socks
As the coin got older
it has lost its value
But for a child it was a big deal
You could buy both candy
and caramels
Maybe, it was put in
your "piggy bank"
Yes, what a story....
This little coin has,
traveled for many years
07.03.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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