Long Confections Poems
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Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language.
Shall we wax poetic-ish?
Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire.
Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze..
Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us.
But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness.
So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions.
You may damn the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish,
but I am, after all, a living, female thing.
Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos.
No one wants that.
Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days.
Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?
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Songs for this:
matters of the heart by lovlaine
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
over the bridge
to 'western street
&parminters for savoury
sausage meat
along by
the slaughterhouse
in silver lane
pop into jones&cocks
out of the rain
pass the fire-house
to aylesbury news
glance the photos
of the weeks who's&who's
to adams tobacco,corner
of the market square
pass mcilroys
hear the traders shout
their wares
my favoured table
at the ancient 'old beams'
tea ,scones &
local churned creams
thru ' bullshead ' alley
to upper high street
&nurricks,for a dental 'date'
then swiftly retreat
window-shop spraggs hermons,
& hepworths selections
into hopcrafts
for enticing confections
on to adkins
for an inner-tube kit
the walk uphill
keeps me fit
shop for groceries
at pearks,greggs&maypole
stopping at the co-op
to order the coal
into to kingsbury
for ashfords linctus
best not delay
in hasberrys ,seventy-eights
to spin and play
collect mum's hat
from the bonnet-box
next,bradfords
for those needed locks
fresh breadrolls
from baker page
&quick back&sides
styling,not yet the rage
box of nails from
ironmonger jowett
calling at sayers
for my lyons cornet
over the railway bridge
to west bros shop
for north&randall tizer
& a lemon lollipop
long lost names
in a memory fading fast
here recollected
from aylesbury's distant past
I love to reminisce about great Aunt Mattie.
Her home perched atop of an old barber shop;
a barber pole below her apartment told my young eyes
that we’d arrived at her place.
Her tiny space, smelled of a million confections and
um, lilacs; house a plethora of oriental treasures;
stories fed my wild imagination.
She worked as a nurse but, she was born with a baker’s soul and
she should have had her own bakery.
The old candy cane pole was so appropriate;
revealed her subconscious desires.
I believed her canary sang so well;
of sweet scents wafting silently throughout the rooms;
he was so blessed to reside there inhaling the,
buttery chocolate and caramel bliss.
I was blessed to visit and savor them as
I perused her, “what knots”;
the Chinese dragons and lions who shared her home,
her brass dragon gong, now lives with me;
it still sings of her creations;
each time that I awaken it and my palate joins the song,
as I travel once again through, “what knot”, stories; breathing in butterscotch, cocoa and lilac memories.
I awaken to the woodland scent
of a favored fragrant herb.
Its aroma transcends nocturnal bliss
and then softly seeks so gently to kiss
the distant lingerings in my mind.
Of a cherished place where I had laid
embraced warm in a lavender field
and was but long loved
by its strong perfumes
so fragrantly released.
Overfilling my heart
and infusing my mind
with all earthly bodily pleasures due
Its overwhelming possession of my sensibilities
its passions hence do hold my senses close
as an all encompassing lover
that it doth still now consume.
Its intoxicating signature fragrance,
like no other that hereby exists
The most vivid contemplation of Indigo,
that one could have ever seen
Infusing its heady oils upon my much younger memory
and an older and much sweeter tryst.
The palest shades of those lavender flowers remembered
each blossom a sweet sachet
Eternally to be engrained upon my mind
the heady confections of that day
to be forever missed.
The most complementary plumes of color,
that before I'd ever had met
Stretching toward the horizon's backdrop
a blanketed sea
a gently moving ream
A natural artistic composition of heady lavender
composed of surreal artistic color.
A palette holding court over the opposing values
and yet very complementary hues
of lovely, lovely lavendar
and wonderful planetary greens.
And if I ever were a bride to be,
I would desire to marry among the flowers
My sun kissed hair would be loosely worn,
its wildness framing my upturned face
In a field of the world's most ethereal scents,
a regal vison in colored lace showers,
Surrounded by a heaven
of millions of happily scented blooms.
In an outdoor cathedral of fragrant herbal spears
the lovliest of earthly rooms.
I would share my love,
of my beloved and with my beloved
for all whom by their presence cared.
I would unite with my love to be right there
I would unite with my love to be
for all to witness as I promise you forever
for all to witness our solemn vows
above a cloud of perpetual lavender
amongst the waves of those purple seas.
In Lavender and Lace
I would marry my love
I would marry my love to be.
(December 3rd, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
My childhood was both sour and sweet,
Sour because I lived with two mothers who were immiscible liquids,
Sour because of sibling conflict and strife,
Sweet because my brother and I enjoyed the company of communal friends.
Growing up on Apple Avenue was a memorable experience,
There was a large field at one end,
It housed a public school,
There were vendors on the field who sold indigenous confections,
My brother and I were their loyal customers,
There was a tree on the field that barely had leaves even during the rainy season,
We were told different mystical tales about the tree.
The highlight of one of the evenings was a bicycle race,
Chopper versus BMX,
The race was about which bike was faster,
In the maiden race, my brother was a few metres ahead,
The Chopper rider committed a foul,
He collided with the rear wheel of my brother’s bicycle,
My brother’s bicycle tumbled and he sustained injuries,
It resulted in a fight between rival groups.
The bicycle race was on hold for a long time.
September 25, 2026.
Granny, you need to push back the plate
Or go down stairs and work on that weight
Granny, you needed to start watching what you ate
Oh! That hurts, you weigh too much
I don't mean to be a grouch and such
But when on me your whole weight touch
My springs start to sag and padding goes flat
Especially when you also add the fat cat
Or that chubbie granddog who weighs ..well fat
Promise me you'll make a new year's resolution
To lose ten pounds that would be the solution
No more confections or pizza or fries try exercise, exercise
(I could not think of one from a chair's point of view and I know that you will find this
strange but I am through. For the Speak, Chair contest.)
Mirror the night
the fragments of a moonlite glare
a warm subtle moment
only lovers share
a desert warmed night
We swim pooled by the night
morning we then breakfast
in memory of the night
The Hickories were strange in
Mesquites Territory
The dessert served first
then supper
then the snacks
we swam in the Mirrored
desert home
With the cob plastered
oven in the garden.
The rasberry wines
and sorted confections
Sumthang Fishy about the Soursop
Written by; Tinsel Trubllalyst
trouble anaylisis for
That's right Publishing Co.
A Smiley Persons Music Company
"Big differance" Appears courtsey of
Sure Nuff Music Co.
Ny. New York
"So wit Shire They Breakfast!"
Christmas Confections
Visions of candy canes, swirling red and white stripes,
Pirouette through our dreams spinning Christmas delights;
Sugar sticks and sugar plums tweak our imaginations
When bright store windows show off marshmallow creations ~
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Truffles and toffee nestled near gumdrops red and green
Spun sugar delights fit for a queen;
Peppermint bark, only seen once a year,
Graces gingerbread houses when in villages they appear ~
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Raspberry candies filled with gooey, sweet centers
Hold hands with ribbon candy - childhood remembers;
Creations of fudge draw our attentions
Chocolate and maple, vanilla nut confections ~
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Sugar and cinnamon coats nuts of every variety
When coal lumps of licorice invite stocking anxiety;
Pralines, nonpareils, cocoa snowballs, chocolate mints
Sour stars and lollipops leave a holiday footprint ~
11-11-21
Contest: November December
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Penning delicacies
Like chocolate eclairs
Lemon chiffon
Colorful words, affairs
Of the tastebuds
Delectable shares
Light and appealing
Nothing compares
To heavenly puddings
Sweets like prayers
Promising goodness
In poetry and prose
Scrumptious words rise
Detailing mouthwatering
Thoughts, lovely pies
Capturing the silent joy
Twinkling in the eyes
Of those mouthwatering
Desserts who baptize
The tongue in delight
Nothing can disguise
Such yummy satisfaction
The empty page cannot know
Ways to cleverly melt
Prose with pleasantness
Here in the bible belt
Where we know our sugars
Blended with heartfelt
Palatability, allure of desserts
Who bring such deep-felt
Ecstasy from the soul who knows
Appetites are alive, indwelt
By such luscious gratification
Writing of honey loving tastes
In saccharine hearts, devoted
To pleasant flavors,
Both tangy and light, quoted
By legendary authors
Poets – writers who noted
The savory enchantments
Found in confections, coated
With powdered sugar
Floating in syrupy delight, voted
The best part of life
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
May 5, 2022
Evening cicadas
Cacophony climax;
Night time music
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By this playground
Noisy frolic parades;
Little feet gather
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Haiku moment:
Brief promontory,
Dragonfly buzz
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Raining non-stop
Wet moments splash;
Umbrella parade
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Aqueous verses
Heavy pieces drowning;
Pouring rain recites
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Walkway cobblestones
Busy footfalls conspire;
Old man ponders
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Odd faces
Cellphone conversations;
Bus-stop queue
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Gone away
Cannes vacation;
Stopover at Nice
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Fruit serenade
Plate ready-to-eat;
Delicious desserts
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Dazzling confections
Sensuous delights;
Ice cream scoops
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Dangerous curves
Sculptures of art;
Calligraphy unfurls
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Beauty walks by
Curious eyes watch;
Attraction sizzles
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Midnight buzz
Moon hiatus;
Darkness greets raindrops
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House hunting
Viewing prospects;
Curious query judges
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Glimpses here
In a new light;
Dawn brings gifts
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By my bay window
A grand view;
City lights tell
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Cheer cascades
House warming party;
Hope wears well
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Poignant posture
Mindful moments move;
Stretching sway slants
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Yoga trance
Body dance rituals;
Graceful ecstasy
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If you must ask
The master said;
You do not know
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Plain words tell
Potent fragments;
Haiku presence
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Dynamic
Plain telling sculpts;
Balance firms form
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Leon Enriquez
21 September 2017
Singapore