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San Francisco God and Goddess
The softness of your lips, have never
left mine.
Strolling the sweet, confectionary San Francisco streets.
The all knowing stars to us, whispered,
"For now and forever, she is all thine!"
Suddenly, mystical rainbow bubbles came from nowhere.
Our souls rose with them, most joyfully!
Headed for celestial planets!
You and I, your lovely Isis.
You my most torrid lover, Osiris.
With my plentiful, long hair, Isis, I,
Creating a total veil concealing our lovemaking.
Thus, a child is created so utterly and phenomenally, breathtaking!
Panagiota Romios
4/5/2019
I was very young when, I first tasted it;
that sweet, milky nectar of the Gods.
One Easter morning it appeared in a basket,
on our piano bench and it was wrapped in shiny foil;
all colors of a pastel rainbow.
Tiny egg-balls, smelling like cocoa and sugar;
one looked the most beautiful blue,
I’d ever seen and it was larger than the rest so,
I bit into it first.
The revelation of such ecstasy, I had never before, experienced;
it melted across my young palate,
leaving a trail of succulence to, claim its’ path.
Divine bauble of confectionary delight; indeed it was,
It disappeared all too soon;
left me sucking the back of my front teeth and craving another of those mouth-watering adventures.
As I grew, I experienced unbounded insight into that world called…chocolate.
It seemed, some miracle cure for nearly any ailment from,
losing a softball game to the loss of a pet;
the mystery medicine took away every sadness.
I could have it cold or hot, frozen or liquid, with orange or raspberry filling in any shape or size.
That wondrous creation of confectionary bless, was everywhere!
Oh joy of joyous celebration;
I was in love and filled with,
elation for the sticky, gooey,
sweet, meditation-in-my-mouth.
Nothing in life can compare to its’ mind-bending aroma; I would bathe in it if I had enough, to do so.
I have shared it with so many; family, friends, pets with,
Never one complaint; fully convinced that it was the ultimate, sanity in a world gone mad.
The day that researchers proclaimed its’,
“medicinal value”; I celebrated with a semi-sweet toast to this, food of the gods; my ambrosia; never looking back.
First Kiss
We just were playing chase,
On a humid Chicago night,
Laughing and sweating.
Summer moon just rising tenderly
in the sky, just to our right.
Suddenly, there we were in the bushes,
My girlhood ended when on my lips,
Donnie's own descended, so tenderly.
So soft and confectionary sweet was he.
The moon was the minister,
I opened my eyes and stared up at him!
The moon winked back and said..
Good going, kid~then the sky became
Wonderfully dusky and dim.
My cotton candy, Donnie!
I shall forever remember you.
And the song you wrote about me?
Decades later, I remember each loving
word, too.
"Love Writes Its Book: Elysian Fields and the Concept of Force Majeure"
Love writes its book
opens each page
and reads it to you like your Its lover
words drip like honey over your force majeure
judge, jury and earnest revelator
Love dances barefeet in its claret poetry
and holds your bleeding heart in its Elysian hands
you’ve lost your head like The Baptist
and Love, only Love, is your first and last thought
it could be the making of the eternal you;
notes,
like bare legs freedom running
find themselves wrapped around your keys, for playing
a different way of delivering poetry -
an informal opening;
Love writes its book
a fantasy,
a ripe confectionary
Love writes its book
opens each page
and reads it to you like your Its lover
words drip like honey over your force majeure
you're a performance
of Love within
all of its shades
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there."
"Elysian Fields" refers primarily to the paradise in Greek mythology where the souls of heroes and the virtuous reside after death.
“Force Majuere” is a French term for "superior force" that refers to a contractual clause excusing a party from performing its obligations due to an unforeseen, extraordinary event beyond their control, making performance impossible, illegal, or impractical. Common examples include natural disasters, pandemics, war, or government-imposed restrictions.
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THEY RECONFIGURED THE FORMULA
BY MAKING IT MORE FOR A TARGETED AUDEINCE.
TARTNESS AND SWEETNESS GO HAND AND HAND.
SOME PEOLE LIKE THEIR SWEETS THAT WAY.
1/2 CUP OF STRAWBERRY LIQUER
1 AND ONE HALF CUPS OF SUGAR
/3 CUP OF PUREED STARWBERRIES
1/2 RASBERRIES PUREED
1/2 INCH OF GINGEROOT PUREED
1 ROAST BEET PUREED
MIX TOGETHER WITH 2 AND A HALF CUP OF
CREAMCHEESE.
1/2 CUP OF PLAIN YOGURT
CUT A POUNDCAKE INTO LENGTH SIZED SLICES (LONGWAY)
MAKING ABOUT SIX SLICES.
USING A ROLLING PIN FLATTEN
PAINT WITH BUTTER ON BOTH SIDES
IN A OVEN TOAST BOTHSIDE OF THE CAKE
RMOVE FROM THE OVEN AND ALLOW TO COOL
SPREAD ON ONESIDE OF EACH PEICE OF CAKE
STACK AND
DUST WITH CONFECTIONARY SUGAR.
SERVE WITH BLACK AND STRAWBERRIES AND WHIPPED CREAM.
1 cups of strawberries
1 cup of raspberries
1 packet of cherry Kool-Aid
5 Tablespoons of Amaretto
1/2 cup of sugar
mix well and set aside.....
1 cup of soft goat cheese (milk)
1 cup of cream cheese
1/2 cup of toasted almonds
1/2 cup of black walnuts
1 cup of white chocolate
2 Tablespoons of vanilla
1/2 cup of sugar
mix well and set aside.....
4 cups of sourdough ( already made and risened)
on a floured board roll the dough, to an even 1/4 inch.
square the edges. spread cream cheese mixture and top with fruits
roll into a log.
cut one inch circles. and bake for about 20 minutes, or until golden brown.
in a bowl.
1 cup of confectionary sugar
2 tablespoons of vanilla
5 tablespoons of water, mix until smooth
add more water if consistency isn't right.
top the sour dough rolls and serve!
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!
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
11/18/18
Ralph is the most creative quintessential wizard in Jackson County.
A born alchemist, he spins gold out of a variety of fur and bounty.
His laboratory is not open to the public, but he is related to us.
He conjures masterpieces out of bits of fabric, feathers and dust.
A master at his craft, he delights us with an open house each May.
We all head to Kansas City where the old folks get to happily stay.
The young ones ride the waves of Ralph’s gulf stream wizardry.
Frankly there is no place on earth our crazy family would rather be.
Ralph’s confectionary sweet meats are known by one and all.
We beg to come back in a few months, maybe slide in during the fall.
Ralph is too busy thinking, and only wants to see us once a year.
Yesterday I saw Ralph’s newest castle, fit for a diamond, dog or deer.
I felt his little wrinkled nose pressing through the snow, just when I thought I was all alone, under this lovely quilt so bright. I’m tougher than I look; I can be broken. Let the cold freeze his selfish schnoz! The psychiatrist did say I have an anger problem, he called me a nut - I told him to leap from this tree and to my amazement he did. His swan dive was amazing, swirling and twirling, but darn, he landed on those lazy leaves.
I prefer to think of myself in poetic words, I am the fruit of the oak. I’m leather-tough and my body’s shaped like a cup. I’m practically perfect.
The bully-birds picked on my brothers and sisters. They came close to me a couple of times, but the kindly wind swept them away, their tail feathers ruffled.
In the Autumn I fell, landed hard - my bum bruised and an impish human threw me into a basket. I was humiliated as I dashed against John Does. He took us up, lined us up like army men - should I salute, I wondered.
His mother called him in; the wind came with a cold shoulder this time, brushed me off. Then this bitter storm of white flakes frightened me. I fought the shiver - over time I became warm under confectionary powder.
My future grim - I see now I shan’t become a tree. I reside inside another living thing - adieu adieu. I close my eyes as I am chewed. I leave this note beside my cocoon. Remember me, mon amie as you look up.
4/29/2020
The Last Acorn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Starry skies over Damascus
Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption
The poem could stop here
its pretty clear not pretty
Petty lives perambulating
hiding hobbling around
on what was their feet
foundations souls and
is their ruin's wreckage now
The planes feature logos
“Just do it”
“Whiter than white”
“Put the tiger in the tank”
“Eat confectionary be happy”
What an advertising space
for the daily news rounded
up like the refugees
refusing to be refuse
“Powered by democracy”
“Fuelled by share holdings”
“Rocket launches for a better world”
in the weeping nights and days
lactating for another holiday
of some on sunny beaches
oozing oil wells wealth
and inequality
Milk where it needs not be
in luxury not infant powder
hungry breasts run dry by hunger
sapped empty in the face
of some lives counting
more than others where
camouflage is but
a distant varnish
in the pursuit of power
Soon their will be billboards
“Baghdad was not built
in a moment” “Invest in
Kabul” “Concrete for Allepo”
“Live the dream”
“Life liberty and the
pursuit of happy-mess”
“Constructing globality”
Munching away in my
cushioned arm chair
built from greedy land mines
I collude
“You can have your milky ways”
if the bomber pilots did not
eat them all
Whose wives implant their chests
with silicone from
the valley of evil
that forgot
Instead the artificial brain
the heart transplant
Mindful disposition
of humanity
Looking
instead at the stars
spangled banners
of Damascus
Milky ways