Shouldn't it so
Couldn't it go
Wouldn't it though
Mmmmmm, maybe
Stop on go
Yes for no
Forgot to know
Mmmmmm, maybe
I kinda like you
You're good enough to do
Think you might like me too
Mmmmmm, maybe
Dance in socks
Rock and Roll rocks
Bedroom door locks
Mmmmmm, maybe
Cow hanging over the moon
Old folks called it spoon
KIsses are free lets resume
Mmmmmm, Baby.
That lady oh so beautiful
hard to believe she is mine
We talked so long and now
we will finally meet
I am not leaving your side
ever again
Petite and oh so neat
like candy she is sweet
She is my Emily.....
mmmmmm
In the shadow of His wings He will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the morning sun arrives
it is time
when the sun has filled the sky
its a sign
In the shadow of his wings he will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the evening curtain falls
it is time
when our words have failed to say
its a sign
In the shadow of your wings I dare to hide
in teh shadow of your wings, deep inside....
mmmmmm mmmmmmm
This beautiful day of December is yours
we all get together to love and rejoice
We'll always remember the day you were born
The angels of heaven are here to adore
mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm
This canticle hymn is about your brave choice
to enter this world like a child with no toys
The stable is lit with the flame of your love
on this beautiful day of December
on this beautiful day of December
(Sung To The Song "I Will Always Love You" By Whitney Houston...From the film..The Bodyguard)...(1992)
If you do stay
You'll be tempting me to your way
In the bin you now go
I can't risk having you here everyday
Coz I will want to eat you
I will want to taste you
You
My biscuit you
Mmmmmm
Loaded with calories
And the fat thighs given to me
So goodbye
I won't cry
Plus my weight plays havoc with my knees
Coz I will want to bite you
I will want to nibble you
You
You could stay if fat free
And I lost all the weight you gave to me
And hadn't given me chin number three
I favoured you, but now set myself free
And I will always love you
Your soft chocolate goo
Your brown crumbly crumb base
Your sweet biscuit round face
Your taste that I still crave
Each small crumb I would not waste
My
Biscuit, I miss you
I'll always
I'll always want you.
Change The Record Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Natasha L Scragg
Written 15.10.21
Chocolate is my comfort food
No matter how much pain I am in
I can scarf down a little eight ounce Hershey Bar
or a trio of Peanut Butter Cups.
German chocolate cake?
MMMMMM oh, yes please.
Let me get cozy in my comfortable recliner.
Can you make sure it is chilled and garnish it with a cherry?
I take my comfort foods seriously.
Hey! Is that a bit of....
My husband comes in to see me eat it off the floor
"That was something Sophie dropped yesterday."
It is not like Sophie to drop food
But then again
It is not food.
Mmmmmm...
Where are you to be found?
for my lust beckons
and my Hunger without End...
Hear my Call most Urgent
beckoning desperately
in the softest of whispers.
For truth be told
as you hear no sound
strummed from the ordinary
vocal cord.
It is choir of heart and soul
that stirs you,
that wakes you from slumber
Tempting you to warm embrace.
An embrace hollow and cold...
Hollow and Cold...
Waiting for You...
Only You...
Forever Only You.
Primal the Perfection
in its Intelligence.
A Beauty...
A Most Innocent Presence.
My Tempered Guard...
Your Silently Weeping Muse...
I stare at you
And you stare right back
How about that a perfect match
I pucker my lips and move closer to you
My eyes are staring at you like glue
Our lips meet
And we both close are eyes at the same time
It doesn't taste like what I had in mind
I turn my head left and turn my head right
Our lips never coming apart
Mmmmmm I say as our lips part
I look at you and smile
Not too bad I say
For my first kiss on a mirror
She holds out on him
til she gets golden drop of
honeyed poetry.
Next to the shaking Aspen, we stand firm , making our foot prints in the Terra-cotta clay...
Whirling past the malware.... the ghosts of doubt...the specters crossroads...
We rise ... We love... We Live on Hill Street..
We pulse to the sound ...the beat... waltzing to the graceful dance on Hill Street..
Holding the blueprints primordial ,Our impregnable temple conceived ...
Like the architects of the Earth ship ,we dwell deep .... We dwell so
deep... I drink from your sweet spring water ever thirsty... quench me... mmmmmm baby...
you always swell to quench me...
Anchored foot prints in the summer's heat ...
We rise.... we love... we live on Hill Street...
I have a nice sister named Sandy.
Who always has a dish of candy.
Sweet chocolate bits.
To satisfy fits.
To this chocoholic, she's dandy.
Note: Thanks to Robert Pettit for his comment, I changed it to chocoholic from sugarholic.
The clouds become darker as the sun begins to fade
the wind picks up
& whistle's louder more & more each day
summer season is over as autum creeps in
it's that time of the year when the tree's shred there leaves
to make way for the new growth
For me it is
cleaning the fire place & chopping wood to burn
stocking up on hot chocholate
and borrowing a few books to get me through
As i sit in my lounge chair
I manage to write a few poems to add to the soup!
speaking of soup it needs a stir now
warm hearty veggie's
Mmmmmm..I can taste it now
Autum for me is so snug & cozy
my favourite time of year to spend some quality time with just me..
THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE
Cats sitting on a fence-posts with curled-up tail wrapped around neatly.
Penguins waddling off-balance, out of their element completely.
Babies snuggled up with only nose showing in a crib so small,
With their tiny miraculous fingers all gripped into a roll.
Children the world over, just being children,
Who smile and climb, and laugh, and run.
Ships of all kinds, best seen in the US Navy.
Steamed kasha fried up with rich brown gravy. *
Heroes gaining true love with some impossible feat.
Close multi- voice harmony with a Beach Boys beat.
Maps , especially big ones, of almost any place.
My wife coming towards me any time, her smiling face.
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*kasha is a Russian dish made with buckwheat, mmmmmm
MMMMMM what pleasure it is
to gaze upon your chocolate, caramel covered toffee bar body
To taste your delicacies called kisses,
to have u melt in my mouth not in my hand,
To have our bodies blend together to create something soo sinfully delicious,
we could put Godiva out of business and start our own Chocolate Factory.
I love to lick ur creamy center, its a joy to have my tastebuds covered in a hot fudge so
scorching,
it could melt the coldest of frozen treats or heart.
Your chocolate covered banana splits my cherry, mixes my milkshake,
to blend a foamy, frothy, sensual concoction, that oozes down my leg,
and turns into a semi-sweet sticky goodness, with a touch of dark mocha cream,
that is good for the body and soul.
You are not a Mr. Goodbar, Snickers, nor Nestle Crunch,
But the sound of your name alone, would have one anticipating,
something soo rich, and decadent,
that to unwrap a treat, such as yourself,
would be..... my Chocolate Bliss.
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