Long Sweets Poems
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Rich, with a hint of chocolate.
Every piece is decadent.
Delicious, creamy, and with white frosting.
Varies among cream cheese, buttercream or boiled.
Every birthday I would ask for one.
Layered high with boiled frosting.
Velvety smooth on your tongue, great for
Easter, Christmas or any holiday, and
Traditions of the past.
Cheerful and fond memories of my grandmother.
Always making bakery grade sweets and
Keeping her recipes hidden, written in French.
Every memory of her baking brings me joy!
Me The Wild Elephant
Being the wild Elephant
I could be too elegant
like JUMBO, huge, big, massive,
glamorous and attractive.
My idol would be JUMBO
Performer of circus show.
Most popular with children.
Once in Britain zoo garden.
American Barnam bought
for his circus show and brought
to New Year with grandeur,
Top Box-Office to assure.
Which is large, big or massive
got ‘Jumbo’ as adjective.
Jumbo tie or Jumbo belt
Jumbo bus or Jumbo jet.
In the Nineteenth Century,
The Oxford dictionary
Selected ‘jumbo’ as word,
as accepted by whole world.
To mean huge cum gorgeous.
Elephant became famous.
Prince of Wales, as just a kid,
enjoyed his Jumbo-ride.
Jumbo-ride to entertain
for one million children
in his circus-career:
Jubilant Jumbo carrier.
Walking style was majestic,
spectacular, fantastic.
Jumbo received toffee-sweets,
Greeting cards and other gifts.
Joy, fun, so sensational,
only for this animal.
I must follow his nice style
to gain that exact profile.
Huge structure with nice skill,
Wishes of children to fulfil,
Might kind Nature give and grant,
Me to turn sophisticated Elephant.
I'm Stella, talking with Luna about my incident
"It becomes clear, when master returns", Luna said.
"I know he could not do, because of business", I said.
"You'll see it 2 hours later. ", she said with fully confident.
And, after 2 hours, my father suddenly came back home.
Luna asked immediately, "Master, you have something hidden."
Father said, "Wh, what're you saying about all of sudden ?"
I said, "Father, first of all, welcome home."
I smiled to father, he also smiled apologetic,
And confessed, he came home before departure,
and found my sweets and took them with him instead of lunch.
"And forgot to phone you yesterday, sorry", he looked pathetic.
"That's nothing. you were so busy", I pretended mature.
Then, he handed me my favorite sweets in bunch.
Good Old Grandpa
My grandpa,
is as round shouldered as a question mark
and he is led about all day
by his wobbly walking stick,
with teeth that aren’t real,
hidden behind a moustache that is
while his memories simmer warmly
inside his crinkled paper bag of a face.
My grandpa,
old and worn on the outside
but sparky and fresh on the in.
For he often,
shakes my hand with fifty pence pieces,
makes sweets pop out from behind his ears
then smokes all like a train
and laughs like one as well.
My grandpa,
Plays jokes on my mother
to freshen her face with a smile
then tells me stories which electrify my brain.
But best of all,
when my dad loses his temper,
Gandpa just tells him
to sit down and behave himself.
Good old grandpa!
When lilly kisses rose
and lilly I did know
and trees I thought
grew very deep
and lived
within the forest.
And green
the hay is sweet
and brown
dry moss cries
why.
And lillies white
remind the sky
blue cotton
clouds they swirl.
There grew the two.
so dear
most thought.
Short breath
two centered
scents.
And how
before
them both
I stood
once near
their hearts
too far.
And when
I know
how
roses grow
and pressed
so hard
was I.
And cups
of milk
I loaned to
them
cinnamon
and spice.
Sugar sweets
they made
from them
and
now to know
both why.
While
lilly bridged
sweet roses
bank as
water rushes
by.
Easter isn't about a bunny
Who brings baskets filled with sweets.
Nor is it about the colored eggs we hide,
Though for kids it is a treat.
Easter is not about new frilly dresses,
Bonnets or new suits for little boys.
Although it's nice to have such things,
Easter's not about sweets, clothes or toys.
No, Easter isn't about a bunny,
And it's not about new clothes.
It's all about the Lamb of God,
Who was slain and then arose.
Easter is about our Savior,
Who paid sin's awful price,
A debt we could have never paid -
Only His blood would suffice.
On Easter we celebrate Jesus.
He is risen, our Savior lives!
He left behind an empty tomb,
Let us rejoice in the hope He gives.
4/14/22
Havoc is when all hell is loose,
This night belongs to all of you...
To the pumpkins slashed into lanterns
“Stingy Jack” his trusty O’ hand returns.
Ne'er-do-wells started carving crude faces,
whose gutted innards a candle replaces.
To the black cats with yellow eyes
Screech and scratch with no alibis.
To the banshees of the ancient Celtic folklore
Wailing at death, deep red eyes, features worn to the core
To the monsters deformed and hunched back
Bolts, nuts, and green skin, lurching and ready to attack!
The night belongs to zombies revived by voodoo.
And by the necromancy practices that you may do
They the living dead who may walk amongst
Pay respect to them in mercy goe with you alongst!
To the goblins that go bump in the night, and ghosts
Wicked fairies and evil spirits their hosts
Grotesque goblettes vengeance they choose,
Invisible underneath white sheets shout boo's
To the witches and warlocks who enchant
Their wands and wide brim pointy hats so gallant
As practitioners evoking spells of black magic
Rootstock and smelly herbs stirred with a stick.
Boiling remnants of bones and lizards
Digesting glands of bird’s gizzards
To candy corn rich red, yellow and white
Kids walking from house to house, smiles so bright,
To the Trick or Treat screams and chants
If your dressed to scare plenty of candy it grants.
Trick or treat we will, without any fright,
Our Halloween night will surely be filled with delight.
Here we come to trick or treat.
Please give us some candy sweets.
*Goblettes - woman goblins
After church a bunch of us decide to congregate
Some spoke different dialects, so we got to translate
There was also a new bride and groom to congratulate
Did I mention that the preacher was quick to reinstate?
A vampire flew through which we did not anticipate
Was that a real vampire? An avid debate.
A mummy danced through next with a wobbly gait.
Where did she come from? I asked my immensely surprised date.
No worries said my cousin, who was ready to masticate.
His sweets were piled in a tower of sugar granulate.
Wha….wha…wha….stuttered my shocked surprised Uncle Nate.
As a devil appeared who said, “Why can’t you articulate?”
How to Stay Married to Me
(a poetic tutorial)
Don’t come at me
With sweets or cookies
On Valentine’s Day
My New Year’s resolutions
Are around to stay
(talk to me around Mother’s Day)
Understand my currency:
Words, sweet syntax,
Small deeds at random
Are my box of chocolates
Fill my tank,
Ask if I’ve lost weight
Offer a walk
Clean the garage
Love our kids
Even after tattoos and missing assignments
Put things together: furniture and broken hearts
Camping trips and holiday dinners
Let the dogs sleep in our bed
And in and out at night
What seems like a zillion times
A human doggie door
Take care of the old people
Move a couch for my grandma
“It has to be now!” Nevermind
That your back is out
Tolerate my OCD tendencies
Ignore the washcloth tower
Turn a blind eye to the
Exercise clothes rotation
Understand it gives me power
Let me be in charge
of the temperature in the car
you take the music--
A better DJ by far
Stockpile our everyday
Like a trip to Sam’s Club
Saturday drives to games
Sunday laundry and grocery
Love me through the mundane
The necessary normal
that makes us great
The sun shines so bright in a cerulean sky,
As Christmas spirit comes in great surprise;
People now in all walks of life,
Happily enjoy the moment once in a lifetime.
Go shopping here, go shopping there,
They all buy things needed to cheer;
Everyone joins the spectacular parade,
With big floats and motorcades.
It is still July but Christmas is magic,
It comes on time when we least expect it;
Day and night, people are rejoicing,
Helping one another in all undertakings.
Still skeptical on what is really happening,
But colorful lanterns and ornaments are now seen,
Christmas lights even sparks in shimmering splendor,
Hang in houses, on window sills and doors.
In open houses have some special gifts,
For anyone who would wish to drop by for a pick;
Some are simple wrapped items,
And some are sweets or delicacies on plates.
Everyone keeps busy but doesn’t go frantic,
Christmas in July is a real fantastic;
A special event which now lingers in the memory,
Because it is our Town’s First City Anniversary!
Note: Our town turned to a city.
Date: Aug. 8. 2012
7th Place Winner
Contest: My Favorite Poem Contest
Contest Judged: 9/7/12 12:00:00 AM
Poet Sponsor: Joyce Johnson
Note: This was my entry in the contest with a theme, Christmas In July Magic. I’m dedicating this poem to my town Candon City, although the anniversary is not really in July. I just kept the theme of the contest. Moreover, my dearest mother and favorite aunt who are both celebrating their b-days on this month had inspired me to write. The real Town City Hood and Foundation anniversary: The anniversary of Candon City Hood is every March 28. Candon became a city in March 28, 2001 thru Republic Act 9018. Candon City hood was authored by then Congresswoman Grace Singson during the 11th congress. Foundation Day is March 25. -more info were from Mr. Jun Balbin.