Long Chocolate Poems
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Stunning sunset feeds my soul,
Begins to collapse as night sneaks in.
A shiver dances down my spine
As your warm arms shield from night's chill kiss.
Your laugh rejuvenates my frame
Like the longest, deepest, warm massage
Your wit a challenge to elate
The Sunday crossword I want every night.
I am a schoolgirl once again
Who doodles your name with heart dot i's
Richest chocolate cake, a taste?
But you're trapped by baker's glass for now.
I always thought a fire burns hot
Then slowly dies: warm, cool, then cold.
But forty years and still this moth
Can't fight the attraction of your sensual flame.
If love could heal a broken heart
Your pillow would still have warmth and light.
But instead it catches all my tears
As I await our reunion, my husband, my life.
2/4/2017 140 words
I am in bad mood, where’s the coconut cake?
How about a small chocolate chip cookie chaser?
A swig of white zin might help.
Still feeling blue I open the refrigerator.
My husband who does not know me after sixty years ask
“What are you looking for?”
If I knew that, I’d have eaten it by now.
I do not even know what we have, I have not bought groceries for years.
I hate that kind of store unless I am on a big diet. Then for three weeks I
Religiously get only the things I will eat. But this is only a couple of times
A year.
Diets are not good for some people and I am one of them.
I close the frig and reach for a small bag of potato chips on the table.
Take a step.
Rethink, spin, and grab another bag.
There is not enough salt and sugar in the world
For this problem, but it is a start.
We danced all night on Maxwell street
singing the blues and eating chicago style
hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in
the breeze as I winked at the Cermax river
flowing of winter green this year the infamous green
mile lounge can be seen in a distance glare after visiting
Logan square headed straight through the Dan Ryan
driving past Sam Giacana place I thought of sausage
and peppers grilling real slow in a cast iron skillet
as I noticed my heel had broken off back there somewhere
between Taylor street and Roosevelt rd. I notice
St. Ignatious steeple my blonde hair tossed around the
lights from the city seemed to glow streams of brilliance
dancing chatter awakening James Dean we dashed
through the sand dunes moving quickly down Lakeshore
drive the night was moving fast but there was more life
more laughs more love we didn't dare park over the crowded
evergreens not tonight instead we poured in the theater
seated in the fourth row my favorite seats matinee began
early with John Dillinger I began to smell stale popcorn
under my feet removing a chunky chocolate bar from my
purse a few hankies
embroidery prints of roses custom made by my Irish aunt
we dashed into Antonio's for a deep slice reading all the
license plates on the wall from years past why I envision
how our future would be why would it be fast never boring
or set to a charming suburban movie script filled with
Gaelic Celtic laud tainted lore why today was the
beginning of our lives tomorrow was yet to be the future
was ours to see and so on and so on certainly a
St Patrick's day to remember here now where's
the powder room dear
Winter-poem
On the way home I had bought winter-wood, only buy
a little at a time this because I’m so bloody old and can`t carry much.
The supermarket was nearly empty I liked that people make me nervous and grumpy.
I bought a bottle of wine with golden horse; the wine is from Alentejo
We all have a penchant for lions; Norway is full of stone lions some
of them look scary and much bigger than the real ones.
It was then I remembered the poem, I think it is of the intellectual sort,
deep ploughing and full of dictionary words. Alas, after unloading
the wood I had forgotten it,
but I will remember when I get the first line right.
12/19/2023
A Chicago snowstorm at Christmas,
was always my wish.
Red, shiny boots with warm,fluffy fur,
both in and out.
I lived in the rolling suburbs where a huge
snowball tasted delish!
Those flakes were from Heaven, not one
of a doubt.
But our joy of all joys, buiding Mister Snoman,
our friend.
His, hat, eyes, mouth and gloves were surely
at the ready.
My sled loaded with shovels, we were happy to
build him and bend!
Noses running from the cold, who cares, there
he pourdly stood.in his glory, Mr. Snowman , our
dearest …Freddy!
We could barely sleep that charming, snowy
winter’s gleaming night.
Mommy served us hot chocolate before we
finally went to bed.
Our little girl’s innocent joyful heartstrings
sailed to the moonwith delight.
I recall dreaming of sleighbells, in my nightgown
soft, flannel nightgown of festive red .
Gazing upon the image of the earth from space,
I see a round mosaic sphere of an array of colors,
almost magical, so beautiful and alluring,
made up of blue, white, green, and earth tone hues.
While mortals stand upon the earth and look up at the sky.
Royal Blue Ocean, home of billions of creatures,
mysteries it hides in its depth.
Golden skies for a moment,
before I know it, it’s raining.
Since pink rain lilies burst into bloom after it rains,
a bouquet for my room I can pick
from a garden of blossoms of many colors.
Crystalline flakes falling across the darkened sky,
laying a white blanket across the land.
Comfort around a blazing fire in the hearth,
a cup of hot chocolate to warm the cold limbs.
8/26/2017
Cherries in a Box
Cherries in a box
Foxes hot to trot
The angels fall from the mystic clouds
Onto the roman ruins on mountaintops
Lions Roar
Violins weep musical rain drop tears
Eaten is the soul of man
As the ancient crowds jump and cheer
Ero arrests the reporters of his sins
Palaces and waltzes saturated in gin
As the devil creeps up behind the gate
His destiny to change the human conditions fate
The skies are dark
Chocolate from the child’s sweat
Cherries all lined up in a box
Ah but will it be us humans next
Olive branches hiding lustful deceit
The groves of the masses become deplete
Never resting, never complete
Cherries sour, sold as sweet
Opposites attract I've heard it said
A saying from way back yonder
What draws us together no one knows
It sure makes all of us ponder
Sweeter than chocolate candy you are
I'm a mean and cranky old codger
We even cheer for two different teams
The Yankees and the LA Dodgers
Don't know how we ever hooked up
Compatibility is not our thing
Somehow when all the chips are down
Our two hearts in unison sing
Our musical tastes are sure not the same
Mine's more cultured by choice
I listen to Bach and Ludwig Beethoven
You listen to Vanilla Ice
But through it all, the pros and cons
We've kept our flame aglow
Way down deep under the surface
Seeds of our true love still grow
© Jack Ellison 2013
Snap crackle pop
as i lay my ear down
to the rim of the warm orange bowl,
tiny fireworks shoot into my ears,
like a tiny pebble
skipping on gravel.
Little me slouching in my grandmas rustic wooden chair
I hear birdsong and caws
through the stained glass window, beamed in by the Sunday morning sun.
My favourite part of going to my grandparents
was the mornings.
Grandma making sandwiches to bring to the church.
Papa watching the history channel, sitting on his raggedy brown leather chair,
his iPad and other miscellaneous antique grandparent items
basking on the coffee table in the living room.
As a kid, i was never allowed to eat past the line connecting the dining room to living room.
I would sit on my bright blue booster seat with my chocolate cone dribbling down my tiny, sticky fingers.
On the line of the living room- my papa beside me, turtle ice cream cone in hand.
You could also find me
on the plasticky-feeling, shiny green mat
under the kitchen sink,
while I gazed at my grandma scrubbing dishes, ice cream and saliva covering my rosy face.
My grandparents always told me to not use too much sugar
but
obviously
as a child
we oblige happily to whatever comes to mind.
Put as much sugar in your cereal as you please, smear that ice cream all over your face.
In their tiny mind
there is no life long consequence of a fulfilling sugary breakfast.
Back when the world still had a dewy contrast , to us they were just penniless actions,
not yet aware of the pain
of scraping your raw knee open.
We weren’t thinking about
how maybe our body could change tomorrow,
because of too much sugar in our cereal.
Even if sometimes we did,
that feeling in no way
is put to scale
the feeling of
pure
innocence,
innocence
without
a
consequence.
- Casha b
Marked by love, heated by passion,
Lips in a tongue-tangled web,
I surrender the fight, my love-light bright,
With much delight, I'll take that bite ...
Lost and ecstatic, the peak grows near,
Here comes the sweetest part,
Taste buds flow, my love-light glow,
Temptations grow, the oats I sow ...
Succor the scars, while stains reflect,
Back to the tree of life,
Lush wine we pour, my love-light s'more,
Down to my core, I want you more ...
Marked by love, heated by passion,
Lips in a tongue-tangled web ...
That's why I love ....
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Contest Name: If it hurts so bad, why do we do it?
Sponsor: Silent One
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