Short Liquorice Poems

Remember when
all it required 
for a full and contented life
was a friend or two 
some marbles in your pocket
a stick of liquorice
and a hot sunny day.
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Mints,chews,pontefract cakes
Toffee whirls & chocolate flakes

french bonbons & jelly beans
Liquorice lace & peppermint creams

Confectionary to bring sweet dreams
And waistlines bursting at the seams....

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The automobile breezes
down the liquorice whip,
nonpareil dotted roadway
as the searing sun strobes lances
through the frozen forest;
piercing projections, phospheneal auras,
dance as retinal afterthoughts 
within the cornea of man....

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The lemon drop child
looked at the world
through sherbet fountain eyes.
Her sour cherry lips
spouting black jack words,
whilst her mind was an
aniseed twist.

Her rhubarb and custard complexion
and curly wurly 
liquorice hair
Belied her treacle toffee soul
No love heart there....

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When Artie Shaw
Was the King of Swing
His liquorice stick
Was made to sing

With a beat
To tap your toe too
Or melodies
To serenade you

Swing to get the kids
A jumping
Tunes to get the blood
A pumping

Artie Shaw and his
Tuneful clarinet
The King of Swing
Was as good as they get...

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an orchestrated night glitters 
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks 
fingered on silver keys

the moon melts like a honey drop
as sopranos sing

in harmony the coyote calls
base notes cajoled by passing horns
meld as cicada rub the reeds
legging each sharped phrase
with intonations of delight...

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Candy Cane
Sugar Pop
Jawbreaker
Lollipop

Turkish Delight
Caramel Strips
Coconut Bubblegum
Black Liquorice

Cherry Drop
Chocolate Money
Penny Sweet
Syrup or Honey?

Fudge and Toffee
Lemon Drop
Powdery Sherbet
Toasted Coconut

Bonbons 
Drumstick 
Marshmallow Fruit
Choc Lick!

Candy Cane
Sugar Pop
Jawbreaker
Lollipop...

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I sail on an ocean of custard and jam,

Aboard a ship made of biscuits and bread.

I am the sweet toothed pirate I am,

And clearly not right in the head.

Nebulous streams clouding my brain,

Give me some peculiar thoughts,

I wear a vest made of liquorice sticks,

And a pair of marzipan shorts.

With my motley crew of gingerbread men,

Who are armed to the teeth with balloons,

We go round the world, kidnapping cakes,

While we gorge on sweet macaroons....

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