When I was a child I ate icicles
I broke some teeth.
No biggie.
When I was young I ate peanut brittle.
I ate ribbon candy.
I ate hard rock candy.
I thought I would have teeth forever.
I have a few left.
They are jagged and angry.
I don’t blame them.
Gumdrops and Raindrops Nursery Rhyme
Raindrops patter in such sweet, sweet songs
How I love their song - to sing along.
Jelly beans bloom in the peppermint's lane
Cinnamon bear showers dance in my brain.
Sour cherry drops hang from Boston bean trees
Whistle pops toot a song for my breeze.
Root beer barrels jive with fruity dots
In storms hot tamales do turkey trots.
Splashing through my puddles of gumdrops green
Lollypop flowers make quite a scene.
Foil wrapped kisses sparkle like rain dews
Sweethearts and sweet tarts play peek-a-boo.
Drizzles rain down flat Necco wafers
I duck hard hail so like hard jaw breakers.
Sassafras sky pounds with taffy torrent rains
As sugar babies chant their sweet refrains.
Abracadabra jujubes appear
Licorice buttons and rock candy clear.
I turn my bumbershoot upside down
To catch tasty rain so I never frown.
3-28-23
Contest: Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
He’s driven forty miles of tough love,
Tempted Dead Man’s curve,
Met old Nick at the crossroads,
Felt the black tar burn.
He took two wrongs, made a right,
Circled left on the radio dial,
Ran the table by the wayside
And got lucky for a while.
He bought a peanut shell and jellyfish sandwich
From a deli called In Cod We Trust,
And a yummy gumshoe cobbler
With a crispy asphalt crust.
He poured rock candy flaming brandy
On a French vanilla traffic cone,
Passed the exit ramp for The Next Big Thing
And had lunch at the rest stop alone.
He’s loaded bucket after bucket full of castle sand
And climbed that desolate hill
To only dump them out of his attention span
And have even more buckets to fill.
wispy afternoon
here our special children drools
on the elderly
~
sucking hard candies
each of them young and old all
salivating yum
~
from out of the purse
of strange little old lady
sweet hard rock candy
1/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I'm going to sea in a blueberry boat
Full of bananas and chocolate like an ice cream float
Raising cotton candy sails with my best friend
Picking up speed in the pixie dust wind
Rock candy dolphins jump in the strawberry sea
My crew of gingerbread boys sail with me
Gumballs, candy and sweet lollypops
Yummy filled pies with whipped cream tops
Sailing to Toy Island for girls and boys
Games for everyone and lots of toys
Do everything you always wanted to do
Where magical dreams really do come true
Let The pens Flow / Narrative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
2/6/20
The apples, scented the kitchen,
Reminding me so much of Eden.
Odd, how we love this fruit!
That stands for ultimate disrepute.
Man's desire to be so dandy,
With souls hard as rock candy.
To topple anyone in our way,
At any cost, leads to my dismay.
Alas, seems our human disposition.
To avoid at all costs being an inspiration.
Just to win in any competition?
Destroying souls handily in a frenzied
human demolition!
Craving cheese Doritos,
Crispy chips and Cheetos.
Caramel apples with
Cashew coating will do!
Cooking some rock candy
Captain Crunch could cherish!
Cancel the celery!
(Just dreaming of my childhood days. Sure can't eat this way any more!)
Aug. 23, 2016
Merry Wulfman!
Santa Snickers
Jingle Jugs, and
Rudolph's knickers
Happy Crackers
Mistle twits
Porky pudding
Snicklefritz
Frosty gnomes
Disgusting tarts
Home Sweet Cheeks
and Uncle Farts
Happy New Tweets
Merry Tickles
Santa Jack says,
Pass the pickles....
5. Turkey, cake
& Mull Cider
Pumpkin pie
So open wider (By Edlynn Nau)
6. Got indigestion
I feel ill...
too much turkey
I need a pill! (By Jan Allison)
7. Chocolate truffles
a fork or spoon
my tummy's swelling
I must stop soon (By Tim Smith)
8. Hard rock candy
breaks my teeth
Someone help me
Pwetty Pweeth! (By John Wulf)
Please keep adding verses my Happy Soupers!
He stumbles and trips,
walking through the dark forest.
His new shoes hurt his sore feet.
He continues on.
Brushing past a sodden branch,
the brittle limb snaps and breaks,
It pinches his hand.
Quickly he licks his finger.
The stiff sap is thick and sweet.
He finds it tasty.
Reaching out he snaps another,
it tastes like a candy cane.
He is the hunter
searching behind heavy eyes,
head upon his soft pillow,
sleepy little one
filled with dreamy illusions
of floating marshmallow clouds
raining sweet nectar
on golden lollipop trees.
Atop rolling gum drop hills,
seen through filmy eyes,
he rides a cherry caboose
on dark licorice whip rails.
Outside he can see
wispy strands of sugar floss
rise from butter cream rivers,
as Swedish fish jump
over rock candy boulders
of brightly colored sugar.
Now he runs laughing
in striped candy cane forests
where gooey gummy bears play.
He eats all of them,
waking with a tummy ache
from his drowsy fantasy.
8/26/2015
Fish and chips salty air
Big fat bottoms sat on stripy deck chairs
Sticks of rock candy floss and bottles of soda pop
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Dad with binoculars pretending to look out to sea
But looking at the bikini hot babes
Little child paddles in the sea
Little child has a pee
Ice cream and jellyfish
Punch and Judy ventriloquists
Bare flesh everywhere sea breeze tussles hair
Walruses laid on beach towels everywhere
Courting couples walking hand in hand
Games of cricket and Beach ball on the sand
Annoying music steaming from someone's radio
A scream goes out as a crab bites someone's toe
The smell of suntan lotion mixed with sweat
And the smell of cigarettes
Waves rolling upon the shore
A baby wanting it's diaper changing lets out a might roar
Burgers and hot dog's from a van
Guy's with muscles parading the beach as though saying to the girls
Look at me I'm all real man
As the girls giggle and wiggle
As the hot Sun smiles down
On a day by the sea.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.
Tufts of ghostly cotton candy,
Backlit by lavender sage,
Caught in rocky nooks and
crannies,
Sky islands of stage.
Sugar whipped and frothy,
Clouds of pink and blue,
Melting in the moisture,
Disappearing with the dew.
Sticky light, fluffy grains,
Momentary treat,
Saccharin violet bliss,
Diabetic feat.
Rock candy gossamer, air-
whipped, spun,
Majesty's paper cone,
Rainbow sprinkles of
precipitation,
Air and water and stone.
Xylose billows, sucrose puffs,
Mouthwatering bits of sky,
Trapped by sierras, amethyst,
Until they melt, die.
Written January 8, 2013
The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed
On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed
I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow
No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing
Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring
Aged and mellowed, golden whiskey in a wide mouth Mason jar.
Poured over sweet rock candy, was the guaranteed cure,
of ticklish throats; sprained ankles; hair loss; hang nails and more.
Always kept on hand, for times of desperate need,
of which Grandpa had a profound proclivity for.
No glass nor tablespoon was needed to dispense this elixir.
Just twist the ring, pop the lid, up end the jar and let it slide
down your parched throat..ummm, I mean, soar throat.
I remember well, my first bout with laryngitis at the age of seven.
Grandpa hurried off, to get the magical jar of homemade "Cure".
Minutes later, he came in, carrying the jar like a precious jewel.
Pouring some of that honey hued nectar into a large serving spoon.
Tasting it first, making sure it hadn't gone bad, of course.
Then he slipped the spoon edge between my lips.
Boy-howdy, my eyes watered, I coughed for a spell.
Then slept like a baby.
Entry for: The Road To Well Ville
Hostess: Deborah Guzzi
Placement: 6th
Lordy, Lordy,
What a fright!
The Winter’s days,
the glittering nights.
The silver frosted blades of grass
rock candy on a string
icicles on the side porch rail
becoming just the “thing”.
Lordy, Lordy,
What a fright!
The Winter’s days,
the frosted nights.
Snowflake’s dancing everywhere
They seem to have no goal.
The air is full of popping sounds
like Krispies in a bowl.
Lordy, Lordy,
What a fright!
The Winter’s days,
the top hat nights.
It seems are if the Lord’s degreed;
we’re living in His snow globe.
You've spun a cotton candy dream
and melted my marshmallow heart.
The pain you caused became ice cream
a brain freeze that would not depart.
Your tears like sugar on gumdrops
and and arms like hooks on candy canes!
Your hold on me; it never stops
through artificial sweetner rains!
Words as sharp as peanut brittle
still follow each warm, chocolate kiss.
I'm stuck like taffy but feel little
while you indulge in sweet, sweet bliss!
Oh, I've become quite nausiated
and quite sugar sick!
An overdose of you belated
and an after taste that's just so...Ick!
I'm sick and dizzy on this
spinning, saccharin carousel...
I wonder if I'd really miss
the addiction that you sell?
My tears have made my eyes unglued
and I can see the sticky mess!
The honeyed web that you exude
isn't strong enough to hold I guess!
My heart of marshmallow has fled
and is replaced with sour sweet-tarts!
Your artificial spell is dead!
I've no care for rock candy hearts!
Your xylose spells can not affect
the granulated hearts you spurn!
Go find another to reject...
I'm not too sugar drunk to learn!
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