Long Chocolaty Poems
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A dress of crimson and seemly scarlet,
His suit chocolaty, her gown rich velvet--
A blurry flash of diamond bracelet;
As lover waltzes with angelic starlet!
Awash in the glow of colored lights--
And the memory of stars on satin nights,
When lovers' dreams reach new heights,
And cupid is busy with all his flights!
Such an evening has surely never been,
Most beautiful waltz that ever was seen,
Fresh like the sunrise's radiant sheen--
And the dewy flowers on grass so green.
At moonlight fall, bedazzle them all,
At Fidelity's St. Valentine's Day Ball,
With the mood so giddy, like a carnival,
That celebrates love's sweet arrival!
Chocolate and red amid a spectrum of hues--
Like the rainbow that is rain's excuse.
The moon so shimmery, the stars profuse--
The indisputable death of the recluse!
"We can't ever fathom,
when the ceasing flicker of hope
flutters away,
and
escapes to an
endless forest;
the only charm in this
spellbound life is,
to chase that
scarred saffron second
and hue it with our own
enchanting light..."
As the fiddling
crescent basks
in this reborn moonrise,
I slowly blanket
my soul with
shivering sighs
of frozen stars,
as they trickle
down my lungs
and echo a
scentless spring,
where oceans
yearn to feel
the kiss of
floral zephyrs,
tickling their
turquoise sirens.
Perhaps,
I was once a
lifeless snowdrop,
a stygian silhouette
of midnight which
wrapped those
neon skies,
as black ice
melted in cores,
when pain became
my melancholic
soulmate and no
philosopher's stone
could turn this
solemn melody,
into sapphire ruins
of remedy.
Since my spirit
has hibernated
in this crystal castle -
I've been waltzing
in a wondering,
did my eyes
loose their dazzle
and become mere
colourless dots
of an oil pastel
portrait, as
this quill turned
vengeful for
its own spirit?
Did I break
my own heart,
by watering the
macabre of miracles?
Fading in
marigold mangroves
that whisper to
my delicate muse,
I feel the breaths
of mirthful wingbeats,
ricocheting and
making me swoon
over a pedestal of
pure sunrays.
Have I always
been this alive,
where these pulses,
reverberating
in my chestnut skin,
could wake me up
from the crestfallen
slumber?
Now, as these
topaz horizons
unfold their
golden carpet,
embroidered with
velvet peonies
and silk carnations,
I slowly bloom,
with a princess-cloak
of fluffy feathered
petals, resting
upon the crown of
emerald leaves,
bathed in chic
chocolaty lakes, as,
~ an empyrean lotus.
So, reminisce me
evermore, as an
imperfect lyric
of a dusky
peach pixie,
leaving footprints
of faith in a
muddy reverie,
for, on the
bluebell crest
of lush earth,
reigns this
rosy Cleopatra,
rhyming with
jeweled perfumes
of tomorrow.
One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa,
were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant;
we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles
in my tummy!" I said sort of loudly. (hint, hint)
Finally, our waiter Fuddy Duddy, (that is his name, honest)
so slowly, comes over, "What will you hatz?" He sayz;
I quickly place my odour, " I'll have a chocolaty lickety split,
a smellfungus burger with all the rigmarole with it;
and some fat-me-up fries!"And I slam close, the men-you.
Goombah Pa Pa lookz at his men-you for the longest time,
(oh la di la, whatz the brouhaha, just odour, I'm a thinking)
at last he sayz, "I'll have some kerfuffle tea, and some of
that skullduggary soup of the day and some shennanigan
pasta surprize!" And he slams the men-you closed, with a smile.
Fuddy Duddy nods and walks away with the speed of a snail,
(oh gobbleygook, my tummy is rumbling) when at last he;
is coming our way with a tray loaded with our meal- (rumble!)
when some doozy, klutz of a kid trips Fuddy Duddy, and
we have to skedaddle out of the way . . . or wear our food!
Goombah Pa Pa, canoozles me on the cheek. "Nevermind,
Molly Coddle, we'll just re-odour . . .
(oh collywobbles, I'm thinking, loudly)
Goombah Pa Pa, whispers, "patience is a virtue, Molly Coddle!"
(rumble!)
______________________
March 18, 2017
Narrative/Molly Coddle and her Collywoobles
Copyright Protected, ID 885485
I Need A Cup of Seuss
Jerry T. Curtis,
To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.
To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
Sun’s warmth; the heat of passion on my skin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
For Line Gauthier's "My Secret to Happiness" Poetry Contest
*This is what happiness truly means to me and what makes life worth living!
There across the movie screen,
treats were dancing and
telling us to find them at
the concession stand.
Yes, I knew I should not go.
I‘d just eaten lunch.
At the snack bar, they beguiled,
“Have a little munch!”
M & M’s and Hershey bars -
chocolaty delight -
with such smooth deep voices asked
me to take a bite!
Hot dogs nearly barked out, “Don’t
let us go to waste!”
Meanwhile candies sweetly sang,
“Have a little taste.”
Then an Ice cream bar chimed in,
“Take a bite of me!
I can take a licking too
and most happily.”
Pepperoni pizza was
sure a little tease.
calling out with Nachos, “Hey,
We’ve got lots of cheese!”
At that dine-in theater
clamored other food.
Subway, Arby’s, many more
sounding rather rude.
They were all competing , but
Popcorn filled the air
with its heady butter scent.
What a circus there!
All were screaming out to me
(though I don’t know why),
“Bite me! Bite me!” Don’t foods know
bitten, they will die?
Well, I bought the popcorn as
my dear hubbie sighed,
“We already had our lunch.”
“Bite me,” I replied.
In 7/5 Trochee Form for the Bite Me Contest of John Lawless
Monster
The monster crept Into my house, quite late on Friday night
I wrestled and I struggled and I put up quite a fight
The onslaught was ferocious, when I thought I had him beat
He came back with such power that, he knocked me off my feet
We rolled around the floor for what appeared to be an age
Then looking in the monsters eyes, I saw his inner rage
I knew that he would never stop, but fight until the death
He smiled his sickly smile and hit me with his cocoa breath
His ferocity relentless, my body soon turned numb
Resistance now was futile, and I knew I’d soon succumb
The battle lost, I opened up a bar of chocolate bliss
The chocolate monster blessed me with a chocolaty kiss
So if you get a visit from a creature such as him
He isn’t such a monster don’t resist him, just give in.
© John W Fenn 28-05-2009
Form:
To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.
To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
To hold my sweetheart's hand and touch his skin.
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
You leave little sprinkles
Of crystalized sugary words
Everywhere you go
Traces of sweetness
Meant to tantalize
Everyone the same portion
Of the rich desert of your soul
Little sugar sprinkles
Just a little lick…
Please forgive me
I don’t appreciate
Something that melts so fast
With no staying power
For my ravenous soul
Forgive me
For not fainting with delight
When you and I both know
That only the most decadent
Oozing chocolaty delight
Drizzled in rich caramel
Prepared with me in mind
Will satisfy my mind
And melt in my mouth…
Sweetness with staying power
To be savored bit by wicked bit
Delicious delectable dessert
Of your admiration and delight
Prepared with my taste in mind
Forgive me
If the little sprinkles
You've sweetly left behind
Don’t satiate my soul
Don’t tempt my demanding tongue
Save my share for others
For this woman only dines
On love’s full fantasy feast
With the dessert not meant to share
My very own chocolate ecstasy
Enjoyed ONLY by me
So forgive me…
Forgive me
If I pass
Your little tiny treat
Of sprinkled sugary words
Down there at my feet
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!
The feel of brown skin swirled around the cup of hands.
With lips soft and full.
I too melt in a passionate place.
With taste of something warm and comforting.
It's hard to rearrange something as divine as touch.
The groove of lips stir such emotion in body and mind.
Setting it priority, forgetting to stand in a moment of euphoric proportion.
An eclipse follows in steady motion.
Without use of sugar or cream.
I stood in a flood of on going cries.
Stained by the rise of steam bold enough to claim where we've stood.
Stained in our essence, her essence.
The depth of her eyes.
A constant motion of sights sitting still.
It's unfortunate, the people whom stand in line.
Their misuse of foam cups, soy blend extracts.
Love shouldn't be diluted with sweetness readily made available.
But instead in consistency.
Rising like steam