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Long Neapolitan ice cream Poems

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Premium Member Trouble Comes In Three's
They say that good or bad, things happen in 3's, are best.

The Christians know of the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, there is also the 3 wise men. 3 Monastic Vows (Poverty, Chastity, and...

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Categories: neapolitan ice cream, allegory, word play,
Form: Narrative



The Super Star
His name was John Manty,
Who hailed from a shanty
A shanty where slums; 
Were not at all scanty.

He had a big dream,
Every day he used to scream
He was singing a nice song like;
Neapolitan ice cream…!!!

He wanted...

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Categories: neapolitan ice cream, life, loss, musicday,
Form: Narrative
Colour Me a Sunset
COLOUR me a SUNSET                



A melting pot of rainbows spreads across the sky
As a child takes a paintbrush and presses...

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Categories: neapolitan ice cream, beauty, creation, sky,
Form: Free verse
Kisses and Ice Cream
I eat chocolate ice cream,
then kiss and the heart
skip beats

a strawberry ice cream
later I nice kiss
how to dance tango.. is.

I sip Neapolitan ice cream
then I apply a kiss
make all right..

Degusto sips soursop
after a kiss
the thing...

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Categories: neapolitan ice cream, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy, emotions,
Form: Light Verse
Modern Way To Make a Pass At a Girl
Said a modern young man
to a possible intended to be a
serious dating girlfriend:


Oh babe...I feel from afar
your delicious fragrance of
braised onion in
mom's frying pan...
You have the perfume so
mind-blowing as cheese
grated by grandma ...
You taste finer...

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Categories: neapolitan ice cream, allusion, food, funny love, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry



Sonnet I
I wonder why I long for city lights.
I wonder why I envy city life.       
I wonder why I miss the starless nights, 
when memories cut like a sharpened knife....

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Categories: neapolitan ice cream, moving on,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member Cry Cry Cry Whine Whine Whine
Cry cry cry whine whine whine mad mad mad sad sad sad
I do not answer the phone or the door, choosing to wallow.
I am deep I the world of depression, and nothing can get me...

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Categories: neapolitan ice cream, depression,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things