Sugarplum I love you so, kiss me head to toe, make all my dreams come true.
Your love is so sweet, like a berry on the tree, you entice me with that smile, it makes me smile back with joy.
Sugarplum you are the one, who makes me melt in your arms, you make all my moments feel so great.
Sugarplum I remember all the love you been given, like a sunrise every day, I look forward to each sunny day.
Sugarplum I love you so, you make all my blood flow, you make my heart beat with joy, making every day feel so real and pure.
Sugarplum I love making memories with you, I will love you forevermore.
May our love be so blessed that heaven sings with us, may the angels sing our song, giving a joy so profound.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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Midnight shakes frost
from his whiskers~
Chester the squirrel
slips into the chimney,
claws click on brick,
tail a question mark
in the soot.
Inside his sack:
acorns wrapped in tinfoil,
stolen sprigs of holly,
a walnut cracked open
to show its golden heart.
He leaves them
in boots,
on windowsills,
behind the dog’s water bowl
(just to watch him sniff).
Dawn finds Chester
back in his oak,
giddy
with sugarplum
theft,
dreaming of next year~
Maybe I’ll learn to drive a sleigh.
Hello, want to be friends?
Won't you take me home with you?
Admit it... I'm pretty adorable ~
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
High Fives for June 6-10-25
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Juneberry
garden chameleon
green leaves turn red then purple
nicknamed sugarplum
berries of blue in clusters
hedgehogs feast on summer treats
“back to the seasonal future”
i dreamt of waking
to a night where
a pillow fight
did break out out
in the garden bed
a puff of goose
down now
lays on the ground
and sugarplum fairies
dance in my head
Christmastime
Green evergreen trees - candles aglow
Family and friends - wreaths with red bows
Cookies and caroling - sugarplum dreaming
A babe in a manger - a star brightly beaming
12-6-22
Contest: Bite Size Poem No.56
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
glitzy rhinestone sky
inspires sugarplum dreams
christmas ambiance
Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing?
All night long: carolers singing.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
Penciled out: is the last day.
So tonight: is the right night.
And sleep seeds dreams,
with sugarplum themes,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing smiles as they get passed around.
I'll ask, is one for me?
You'll say: yes, more than one:
but you must wait till Christmas morning.
So calm down,
dream of things you desire:
hang your socks by the fire.
Leave Santa a snack
then go hit the sack,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing a smile that's passed around,
And we'll attend all the festive events,
at least the ones within our town.
On this eve, nerves are tingling.
Can you feel them?
In the air, bells are jingling.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
We hardly knew we were children
When we trudged like soldiers
Through the new snow
As it draped the barren maple
Trees
Of the northeast
In a new winter coat,
We barely knew another world sang like
A mutable wind,
Beyond the phantom of
Small town madness
Where matriarchal rules
Danced like the sugarplum fairy
Right into the minds of its youth...
So,
Some of us hitchhiked out,
Long hair and guitars in hand,
Some flew to colleges out west,
And those that never left
Couldn’t believe there could be
One small bit of grace
In a new chorus of thought
Right smack in the middle of change,
So they stayed,
Just to be sure the four
Precise seasons
Still snapped into place,
And they too
Had children
Who didn’t know they were children
Year
After year.
Waves of romance caress her dreamy shore,
Desire in its rise and dips
I only want to hug her more
As the gift of love flows from her fingertips
And I tenderly kiss her sugarplum lips
12-22-19
Kissing Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
Hot apple cider
Cinnamon savors
Gingerbread houses
Sugar and spice neighbors
Peppermint cocoa
Sugarplum favors
Gifting my tastebuds
With Christmastime flavors
12/13/19
For 'McWhirtle Me' contest
Sponsor: charles messina
You are gluttonous, wrathful, and frigid
I’m always watching you, even as you sleep
We're killers with murderous instincts
I’ll annihilate all that hurts you, spit on their low life headstones
We’ll fill the grave yards, my psychotic sugarplum
Floating on surreal beams, you never smelt so enticing
You’re my deranged priestess, the faith healer I will always come too
I’m feeling raptorial and incubus
I’ll stuff you in my mouth, pull your hair, cut your wind slightly, and eat you out slowly.
My love your provoking wrapped in a filthy fashion, you are royalty
Let’s make the weak bleed through their throats
The murder of blackbirds sings are song during sunrise
Body bags full of rotten heads covered in sores
Their bones pulverized to dust
This is immortal condemned agony
Darling lets continue this unholy heaving
Bite my skin and drain me
Let me feel your loving emotion through your fingers
Please enter my mouth, while I hold your chambers with sweat and covet
Sing like angle frenzy, your nightgown is compelling
Beautiful and terrifying, let us be in suspension
When duskfall glints across a lustrous arc
Deepening the green of our Yuletide pine;
My eyes capture this eternal wonder
As a ladder of bulbs surrounds the pole:
Joyful these hours , graced by a ritual
Every late October , Dad’s tradition
And I , an eve- daughter am still beguiled
By such gaiety so markedly engraved,
Adorning bright twigs with vintage décor--
Then a candle is passed , our wishes shared
While Dad tucks an angel crownng the top
Till Mom gathers us for sugarplum fare!.
Though older now this gift of ardor lives on
My family decking the Christmas tree,
Same time of the year, late October:
I hang gold baubles knowing that a presence
Lights among the sprigs, the winding branches…
For Mom and Dad are felt in this moment
By the glitter of pine, candles aflame,
A tree magic eclipsing all my seasons.
Christmas Tree Contest of Shadow Hamilton
12/13/2017
At times, I sank low
At times, I felt on top of the world
Questioning why ebb and flow.
Why the bitterness creeps in, I asked?
Nobody knows, I wept for night to over
Memories of my mother kissing on my cheeks!
Wish I could fly back to her before dead separate us.
I wish I wish ……
Growing in her wings was like having sugarplum.
Nostalgic dream, while holding forth her care
Would it‘d be enough if I live for her
At any cost, pouring out her heart.
Simply cherishing her boundless love!
When you see sugarplum reindeer pulling, a chocolate Santa in a golden sleigh It may have not been the dragée little protégée when you dance with a ginger man, at his house when three Christmases, become a nightmarish hole, made of marshmallows. It may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug where fairies, spirits or witches have their way dreams and your papaw becomes grampus hell bent like Krampus it may have not been the dragée little protégée it may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug but you were bitten by a little thing called, the humbug
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