Long Cocoa Poems
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A Seasoning of Scent
Each season wears the scent of its own seasoning
A signature perfume – wafting spice that beckons
Awakening
When my memories come out of hiding shadows
For misty autumn Sunday mornings when a bouquet
Of frying bacon and brewing coffee play tag
To rush up the stairs to look for dreamers missed by the dawn;
Titillating the deep recesses of amnesia
With a sachet of floral elegance
Gathered up in spring days of sweet Daphne’s mood
As apple blossom aromas drift on vernal billowing -
A lilac scented ballet and spring rain on dry earth
Or linen sheets dried on the line –
Alluring incense of roasting turkey or simmering stewpots
Rushing through icy nights of early twilight
When falling leaves give up their essence -
Aromatic balm, fanned by cinnamon and nutmeg,
Flavoring ambrosial apples
In teasing allure of fresh cut pine and fir –
Bayberry candles drifting invitation
To frolic through captivating potpourris
Of holiday cookies from the oven
Teasing from waiting anticipation
The smell of new fallen snow
Or bergamot’s balm on a winter afternoon
When hot cocoa memories sashay through recollections
Embossed in flashbacks of new mown grass
For the boys of summer or watching clouds
Bathed in tones of copper – wet dogs and towels
Sending up a strong whiff of summer
Fanned by salt spray remnants, barbecue grills
And ozone’s thundering incense –
The anamneses of dark chocolate to entice a lover’s heart
Drawing me back into a sacred aura
Elusive, unidentifiable, beckoning me with bouquet of grace
From the eternal perfumery
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As the trees' shiver with delight in the fresh Autumn breeze
the cycle of life meets her match, she walks on , my She...
She wears a velvet cloak adorned with cocoa shaded acorns
and as the gentle sun abates for less to see, my She...
is wrapped in sensual warmth , inside my lover's field
As the flowers bloom inside my garden I feel the tease
of the soft wind that blows , he walks in, my He...
Wrapping me like a leafy branch with emerald wisps, born
of sweet kisses and soulful lisses, my He...
is a midsummer nights dream, inside my lover's field ,
is a gentle hour of, "We" .
Written by: Budgie McBudge & Mystic Rose
April 10, 2019
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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:
Capturing my illuminating glow the essence of my infamous smile wild wonder of my laughter gathers a gentle breeze tangible meaningful gestures opens the balance of selfless energy as I move to the beat of a kindred drum highlighting mystical memorable moments gliding and warm oils over my Cocoa brown skin I'm awakened by the sunlight beaming in a distant chatter glorifying my untimely hue I'm needed to create a daily psalm in the wandering minds of the free spirits the free thinkers gather tasting my nubian elegant lyrical self crafting beauty through prose enhancing vintage thoughts boldly holding on to hidden treasure that captivated Virginia Woolf my wondrous gift continue opening hearts everywhere I chant be moved adoring my being with ease watching Maya Angelo grin with awesomeness wondering did I go to school reading the fine arts of Gwendolyn Brooks when my heart and mind invite my soul over for tea an elegant dance to simply bestow magnificent things began to happen trees sway kneel clapping their hands before me the sky opens night blends with dawn a mauve moon rising while the tides quiet down as I find myself feeling high on the people feeling high on myself filled with excitement whilst resting peacefully reading hymns thinking I just adore the wonder of me the wonder of self love a beautiful gift to behold indeed
Tree tops all covered in white sparkly snow
And roads covered white everywhere you go
Dirt, leaves and debris are hidden but not all gone
Winter can sometimes be very cold and very long
As I walk along the icy roads trying to not fall down
I can’t help but notice all the winter beauty all around
Red berries on some barren bushes for birds to eat
Red cardinals and blue jays out for looking for treats
I am Bundled up with many colors bright
Trying to stay warm from the cold that bites
Walking briskly and enjoying Mother nature's fix
while slowly sipping my hot coffee and cocoa mix
Icicles shimmer and sparkle with the sun’s rays
Making my walk so beautiful on this winter day
Taking in all the winter sights can be very blissful
Winter walks can be calming and so beneficial
She wanted him to fall in love with her cat, Cocoa.
So he did, to please her.
They got married after she was convinced.
She invited him to bring a new cat home.
He brought home Marshmallow.
They were happy - the he, the she and their cats.
Two years of pure happy.
Great news! A new baby would be here in September.
She suddenly decided to get rid of the cats.
Cocoa and Marshmallow would have to go.
She told him that he had to get rid of them.
He was shocked! He had never had a pet before.
But she was the boss.
So he boxed them up and took them to the pound.
Two hours later he heard meowing
He thought it was his own imagination due to his sadness.
Wrong. Marshmallow had escaped.
Found her way home.
He had a real struggle taking Marshmallow back to the pound.
But she was the boss.
That was sixteen years ago, and she still is.
I’m thinking of a place
with monkeys and a sled
A brand new jar of cottage cheese
just resting on the bed
An envelope with butterflies
upon the stamp it wears
A basement sitting at the top
of someone else’s stairs
~
A very special place
where the beach is at your door
And multicolored tangerines
will help you mop the floor
A casserole with tuna
in a bowl of cocoa beans
Where questions become answers
or at least that’s what it seems
~
A place where you will notice
that the sun it always shines
And toaster ovens tick away
below the shuttered blinds
Jeopardy is on the tube
wherever you may go
Antiques shuffle down the street
as every road will show
~
When you are in this special place
a trolley will say hi
A weeping willow sings a song
as it forgets to cry
Hibiscus on the front porch
welcome all who do drop in
The price it has been lowered
as the morning comes again
~
You’ll see while in this special place
a necklace on a whale
And smiles at the dollar store
they always are on sale
A seagull and a crescent moon
now share the skies above
But most of all while in this place
you’ll see that you are loved
~
You will learn this special place
it lives within my heart
To offer you a haven
when we find we are apart
A sanctuary nestled deep
that always will be true
For here within this special place
I always will love you
Oh the sweet bliss,
of a milk chocolate Kiss,
it's velvety sweetness, so fine!
I'll say it the first,
I'm afraid that I'm cursed,
with this chocolate addiction of mine.
I get feeling dandy,
from an M&M's candy,
I love plain and almond as well.
I also love the scent
of dark chocolate and mint.
Oh, what a wonderful smell!
And I'm fond, oh so very,
of the chocolate covered cherry,
as it releases it's syrupy glee,
on my toungue, which is tingling
with the chocolate/fruit mingling.
It's as good as sex, don't you see!
I love to savor,
the sweet, creamy flavor
of chocolate and caramel combined.
There's nothing so lovely.
It makes me feel bubbly.
When I eat it, I feel quite divine!
And who can deny
the sugary high
of cocoa and raspberry mixed?
When I'm feeling quite blue,
I eat one or two
and then all of my problems are fixed!
The decadent taste
of chocolate laced
with toffee and almonds, so good!
I can't help myself,
from reaching for the shelf.
I'd eat the whole bar, yes I would!
So if you are wise
and care for thin thighs,
I'll advise you not to indulge.
But me, I don't care,
a size larger, I'll wear,
for chocolate, I'll take that slight bulge!
I find myself foraging, basket in hand
among the cocoa harvests of distant lands.
You ask patiently: what do you need?
As you speak a shaft of light crashes
like a Chinese paratrooper
through the store’s skylight.
The ray pieces high-stacked shelves,
beams upon a huddle of overweight shoppers,
flashes briefly, illuminating brimful spandex,
The light dances over that look you have,
and I suddenly understand
that while our bodies don’t so often
pound love into speaking flames –
nevertheless, I still want only you,
not cut-price plastic hole fillers,
nor anything blue, green or yellow
seen on a T.V. in aisle 3,
not even toffee.
Here in this warehouse of hope
we have again blundered into our reality
the way Adam and Eve must have
in that other overstocked Eden,
and how like Adam ever since,
I sometimes blow you off
to pursue a pack of beer
on sale in aisle twenty-two.
Santa Claus was bellowing, things were wacked,
the giant red sleigh was packed,
the reindeer weren't harnessed up,
he stomped in the snow, broke his cocoa cup.
Suddenly, there in the far end of the barn,
what he saw caused alarm,
Rudolph was playing poker,
he was blitzed, being a joker.
Santa's face was beet red,
"Rudolph, get harnessed for the sled!"
Well, Rudolph was lit up in the wrong way,
and slurred his words to disrespectfully say.
"Hey Santa, I'm not freezing my jingle bells,
in the sky tonight, I'm in a drunken spell,"
Morty, the klutzy moose was at the barn door,
"Santa, my fellow moose and I will get you off the floor!"
And, by golly, they took the sleigh into the night,
a team of moose led by Morty's benevolent might,
Christmas Eve was saved,
and Rudolph and his team were in shame.
Santa forgave them in a few days,
because they began to go to AA,
and, in the following New Year,
they were once again Santa's favorite reindeer!