Joyful ice blankets coat Soldier's Monument
Air full of condensation, hands warm with hot chocolate
Many families gather to the stands, breath cool like peppermints
Amazingly, I feel content in a cramped apartment I call home
In case I change my mind, the balcony door is left ajar
Calling my lover briefly, I let him know my urges
Answering to heart's demanding beats of passion
Pet my cat goodbye, then run like I'm playing at Fenway
Lunar energy gleams, caressing my shadow
Arduous quests became feathery to my muscles
In the nestled Boston burrow that I was born
Never will I leave somewhere else to die.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The bell above the door still jingles~
a sound like nickels spilling from a tin.
Inside, the air smells of licorice and mildew,
of something sweet refusing to let go.
Dusty glass licorice jars sit on the shelf.
A single ceiling bulb flickers
over penny candies wrapped in wax.
Wooden floorboards groan underfoot,
remembering when kids reached for treats on the top shelf
A rotary phone rests on the counter, black and patient,
its coiled cord a noose for yesterday’s conversations.
Behind the counter, Mrs. Nicholson stalworth stands;
she’d grown up in our town,
knew everyone and just about everything
about everyone.
She also knew where everything lived~
the peppermints, the lye soap, the brittle
catalogues from 1947 curling at the edges.
She moved slowly, dust rising in her wake,
a pioneer woman who remembered
world wars, the Great Depression, and
when bread cost a dime.
Behind the register, her apron now hangs empty,
still smelling of peppermint and camphor.
I pause.
This is where time comes to loiter.
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 asks why..
....
and lillies white...
remind the sky...
sweet cotton.....
how it swirls..
....
there grew the two..
so dear...
most thought...
....
sweet..breath..
and..peppermints...
two centered..
scents....
...
and how....
before...
them both..
i stood...
too near...
their heart
by 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...
now to know..
both why.....
......
while..
lilly bridged..
sweet roses..
bank..and..
water rushes...
by..
Panagiota Romios
Spirited, elaborate and gracefully
She weaves with ease her poetry
Wistful, yet strong, carries her own
A starry queen on her exalted thrown
She writes to please
Puts minds at ease
Cinnamon and peppermints, I wish her well
Flowers and dance for mademoiselle
A true patriot, all Americana
A loving mother and Nana
Sadly, I drifted away from the poetess
Too busy in my world of selfish distress
Engaging in on a realization
That she fights for all and on occasion
At worldly events she has a feel
Who can dishonor a woman so real
I’ll read her poems and hear her song
The innocent lady, whose was right all along
Chocolate? Sure. I like it several ways.
With lots of sugars, layered, and with glaze.
With caramel and peanut butter every day.
Add some mint also, I’ll eat it that way.
Truffles wrapped in fancy foils. Oh, yum!
Crunchy Nestle bar, yes, they are fun!
Chocolate I love in all kinds of environments.
I think I would like it wrapped around peppermints.
I am a chocolate-candy-holic you see.
I would share but I only have twenty-three.
Averaging five candy bars a night,
Most will be gone by Saturday night.
Saint Monica's Mission
Tots rushing and jostling, reaching for gifts
Three hundred and two presents we did carry
We drove to the shore, used pallet jack lifts
Children gathered about cheerful and merry
Everywhere bows, ribbons, bright wrapping paper!
Sandcastles decked with candy cane ornaments
Boys and girls enjoying this wild zany caper
Eggnog, carols, and the smell of peppermints
A dapper Santa in his swimsuit chuckling, ho, ho, ho
Grab your boogie boards he bellows, time for a swim
We all shout out, hey Saint Nick, go man go!
Some of the crew followed Santa and joined him
Goodwill and cheer were now within reach
With broad grins, ringing bells, kids thanked us guys
These unfortunates grew joyful this day at the beach
As did Saint Monica's who brought Christmas in July!
I like Scrabble, and Monopoly,
And Cadoo, and Dabble too.
I like The Game of Life,
And other fun stuff to do.
I like challenges like
finding peppermints in
Chocolate pudding, using
My face, with hands in the loo.
I’m an A.K.G. according to my granddaughter.
She wrote a tribute to me.
A.K.G. stands for Awesome Kid Grandma.
And at school, I think I’m my students’ AKG too.
Parades prepared for pleasure and pageantry.
Phalanx of performers pound the pavement;
percussion sets the pace; piccolos lead.
Princes and princesses pass by on floats;
painted clowns pantomime, making kids smile
Patient pedestrians peddle their wares while
policemen patrol the streets for problems.
Patrons and parents pack the parking spots
peeling their eyes for a parader they know.
Politicians pitch peppermints and promises.
Parades leave us pleased but played-out.
written March 27, 2018
contest: Silent One's, Alliteration
The Magic Of The Oak (Part 3 of 4)
A Green and White Production
My eyes, roaming free
Stared at that oak tree
How could a large room it conceal?
I saw a small road
and water, a boat
I'm dreaming, for that can't be real
I walked down the lane
It started to rain
As peppermints fell from the sky
In drops pink and white
No stranger a sight
I stuck out my tongue for a try
Behind me the stream,
a strawberry dream
pink fragrance, so creamy and sweet
The chocolate boat
stayed neatly afloat
with popsicle oars, what a treat!
I floated away
Not wanting to stay
But now wish that I had not gone
A picnic you see
Was set up for me
In front of that tree on the lawn
The elves sang a song
And I sang along
The boat brought me back really quick
It loved music, so
it went with the flow
jam-session with popsicle sticks
(To be continued...)
***
July 13, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
Dawn is more than what it seems
Take my hand, I’ll lead the way
through oatmeal frosted cookie fields
The two of us will run and play
enjoying all this morning yields
Candy coated pebble lanes
lined with chocolate butter creams
Fence line melted sugar cane
here among our sunrise dreams
So much love I have for you
as we stroll this paradise
Whipped cream sea foam morning dew,
maple glazed, a perfect slice
Hold me close as now we lay
beneath vanilla pudding skies
Kiss me once more on this day
as I gaze into your eyes
Meadowlarks in flight they sing,
melodies we love to hear
Lemon drop horizons bring
all we see so crystal clear
Marshmallows and jelly beans,
peppermints from up above
Dawn is more than what it seems
when it’s shared with one you love
Good morning Soupers
Want you please speak to me in the 60's
In far out psychedelic rhymes
Take a ride beside the blacklight
On the Velvet Underground
Wake me up with the Strawberry Alarm Clock
Serving incense and peppermints in bed
Fixing a hole where the rain gets in
As the 60's flood my head
Walk with me through Asbury
With a flower child in hand
Listening to the groovy tunes
Of Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band
Hang out with the hippies
Before Monterey goes pop
As they fly like butterflies
At the moment the acid drops
Want you please speak to me in the 60's
In the innocence of peace and love
Back then we all had our share
But is there ever really enough?
Cowboy Joe
My dad Joe, often rode the circuit rodeo
He lasso'd horses from the word go
Often he'd break them for many a few
His lasso event went far, for his name's Joe
Many men tried to go faster and win before him
They all found out, they were all left out on a limb
Now Joe didn't have not one mean evil, evil streak
He rode on many long extended trips in his younger peak
And he was one of the best of the happy hunting men for game
Always brought home lots of food for us, so we could all tame
He was one of the best riding lasso of mem who was in Rodeo's Hall of fame
I'm so dang proud to have him as my gifted riding cowboy of a father
Now ya'll come on over and give us a loud caller
For we always got on a full pot of coffee or tea
Cause we all learned from our dearest parents
How to be and expect to respect strangers with
hospitality and have extra edibles like peppermints.
05/05/2015
Lady Madonna she's a lady street fighting man, when Julie comes
around daughter of darkness.
All along the watchtower incense and peppermints; crimson and clover
not dark yet.
Angel of the morning keep me hangin on I Am I said rings
Aquarius.
Valerie in a gadda da vida im a believer sugar sugar.
I can see for miles the last resort silver springs.
Aqua lung Angel born to be wild things have changed
wild thing.
Some velvet morning in the ghetto lady godiva Mr. Sun Mr. moon.
Angie 3 times a lady do you believe in magic younger girl
reflections touch me.
time won't let me id wait a million years don't sleep in the
subway Carnival.
Country girl Brandy southern man going to California never my love
when the levee breaks peace train reach out in the darkness.
Mrs. robinson wear your love like heaven wendy nowhere man
dizzy master jack.
If your going to California be sure to wear some flowers in you
hair.
Indian reservation the rain the park and other things.
I Love You.
graydye The GOD Poet 3-31-10
Eager her love's palms cupping, my warm breath..
Gently kneeding, fragrant fingers caressing dreams
Curtains drawn a mirror turns she speaks they arrive
Beautiful ladies adorned in silks perfume; natures bliss
Slowly removing her hood flaming red hair mesmerizing
Heights fiery eyes crystal sapphires about turquoise tides..
Spellbound this garden their flavour her aroma; enchanted.
Grandpa was quite an eccentric fellow.
Apple butter sweetened his coffee.
Wore high suspenders of red and yellow.
He'd slip me peppermints and toffee.
He'd lift me high on the shiny tractor.
We'd traverse the rows of citrus groves.
Of course the weather was often a factor.
The air smelled of grapefruits,oranges and cloves.
We'd ride through the sagging trees,he and I.
Had to dodge irrigation streams.
I adored him so,I can't deny.
He listened to my colorful dreams.
One day I looked up and he was old.
Knew I'd be missing him before long.
The thought of him leaving made me cold.
In my life he was a joyful song.
So I made the most of his company.
Raptly listened as he told me his story.
It's written on my heart,you see.
For Grandpa has gone to live in glory.
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