Sugars Poems | Examples

I doctor all my food

oatmeal and maple syrup
pancakes and blueberries
ice cream with sprinkles
malt-o-meal with bananas
I doctor all of my food
adding chocolate milk and three sugars to my coffee
If there is cool whip, that goes in too
I do not “do” plain.

Be Amazed

Do you have a logical or enquiring mind ?
do you search for  the 'why',  that you want to find ?
do you wonder why,  we're here at all ?
the answers near, across the wall.

First take a look, at plants on earth
it's the biggest 'factory' for living things
and feeds the sea, for you, for me
and for all the creatures, that walk or wings.

It's takes it's energy from the sun
plants system , makes a billion tons
of sugars yearly, its conversion stuns
and one hundred times coal heat, no skeptic won

This is a snippet of what plants can do
if your an enquiring mind , is it by divine , design ?
or is it an accident it came about ?
Look to the earth, the answer....shouts.

Reverse Cyrano

“Reverse Cyrano” 

Reverse Cyrano 
new wave poetry 
straddles the ruins

milked
with two sugars
dark Tea dreams

red leaves laquer 
the vain roadmaps 
that stain the ingrained

with pommegranate poetry
the bejewelled heart 
sweet and tart 

and thick 
skinned
sliced and skewered

each granate 
a sparkling 
hidden gem

within the ruby 
words written 
riding astride those worlds 

like wolves 
in those comforting 
dicomforting whispering woods

for Cyrano reversed 
so easily contracted
a hidden god and a poet 

that lost lovers 
may find submerged 
in disoriented time adrift,

eyes open-wide undestracted,

the ravenous misunderstood unmissed.



Candide Diderot ‘25

Monkey Business

marauding foxes  
mutilating fruit
minutemen mischief-makers
marching upon us

pick our pockets
laugh at our loss
   
“No mangoes for sale”

maimed, mangled, mashed
sweetness shamed  
to death
ants and gnats feasting
off illicit mango chutney

sly scamps
evade 
like Bolt-pace
their intake 
of fruit sugars  
insufficient for catching  
robust diabetes
enfeebling the fiends
abducting limbs, or a pedactyl
soulful eyes stare with jeers
sailing
mimicking 
bold breezes 
through the trees
as I could never  
in the canopy of my Caribbean youth
under mother's God-eye 
girls outclimbed me
wearing puffy petticoats
and cumbersome cornrows 
to perpetrate petite thefts
          of mangoes

To Iwona

To Iwona

We met in Kent, oh where is that time?
Do you remember the sad Hungarian guy? Loved you 
Not just you, but he is not a polygamous, only a lover
Still, remember you, he can not forget your hand, oh love

it gave the coffee latte. He needed your visage
to hope for your love, but his fate was a bit different
Comes from Central Eastern Europe this poor vagabond
A life for life, a dropped life by yours, oh elite noble love

“... he can not forget your hand…” Yes, the lines and shapes
are unforgettable, and your sky-blue eyes, please remember
remember to my memory just for our unopened dance in Kent
… thank you for your coffee, two sugars please my dream love

I didn’t want anything wrong with you and there
Only life was the object, purpose, and the goal
No worries, remember, I keep you in my heart

Loved you
Love

ALCOHOL IS IN OUR GENES

It would seem that our early ancestors 
Foraged afar to find the freshest fruit   
But sometimes they would have to eat windfalls 
That were covered with that white fungal fur  
Which made the windfall fruit start to ferment  
And making alcohol from the sugars. 

Was this fermented fruit more popular, 
Perhaps providing them with much pleasure? 
Did fermented fruit become preferred food? 
Maybe over many millions of years  
Our human genes then slowly did evolve 
So we take to consuming alcohol.

The Lost Tooth

she is felt still

a tongue tip
recalls her grave
it speaks tenderly

i had her crowned
yet such a royal regalia
did not suit
her innate modesty

she was a tireless waitress
who served up
treats and sugars
with a candied Mona Lisa smile

a love lost is not rootless
yet it must speak from a hollow filling
the heart of which
turns upon cavities of regret

decades later
i eat
these empty words

yet still enjoy them

Cherry Pie

The taste lingers, 
A thought conveys 

Childhood at its best, 

The idea hovers 

The feelings engender 

The deeply converged experiences in my chest! 

 
I remember the fruit 
The sugars divine, 

The crusty pastry defined, 

The shape of the slice, 

The triangular trick 

Exquisitely, to my observation, delicately refined! 


Who wants a piece? 
Who'd like a sniff? 

Oh! What will it instill? 

What elegant thought? 

What instant delight, 

Connects this taste to the smell of the fill? 

 
A fleeting emotion, 
A word of support, 

Quickly surrounds the scene, 

Of pine trees 

And plum trees, 

And muscadines hanging, clothed in a matchless sheen!

we have competing tvs

I hear the drone of a distant TV
it is coming from my husband’s dungeon office
he watches nine sets simultaneously
but only listens to one

I am not ready for my recliner yet
will be in a few minutes
after I have fixed my cinnamon sugar coffee
three sugars, cocoa mix and whole milk

we will have competing TVs going
as I do word searches and draw cartoons
he falls asleep in front of his nine sets
an ideal life for two retired people

Divine Delight

What a cameo in the hot harmattan eve !
Sweet soursop scents marinated with the haze 
And all the other ones impasse in my qui vive .

Words became satisfying minting juice ,
Black with currents ,mingled bittersweet after 
Soft like lush ripe and delicious in undying truth .

But In this colorful world of pines and apples ,
With the sour and the dapples between the toil 
We will weather the rains and dry foggy nights .

In all laughter and of youthful lovers delight ,
Not of science of apples falling for clues 
Nor of religion with the doom preceding the bite .

But with all hope hope from a trampled rose ,
Earnestly rooting for the hazelnuts 
Swinging between the canes of sugars and beats.

As it touches the ground like a whispered prayer,
With heaven's own sacramental wine
Wholesome and pristine “

Five centimeters beneath the dangling papayas ,
under a starry night gaze with splendor 
Can you see how vividly the moonlight scrawls the pomegranate. 

Beneath moist soils with seeded holes !
Hold your grounds your sprouting melon 
So here’s to your juice you amazing Tangelo 
Hold your grounds with bunches of love .

Blame

Hello. I think that you, like most people, have met me.
My name is Irresponsibility, and I live up to my name.
I will never forget "The Twinkies Defense" used by
Dan White's attorneys in the double murders of
Mayor Moscone and Harvey Milk in San Francisco.

Should I be held responsible for things I do when
under the influence of sugars or other consumables?
I will neither lie, cry, nor deny that I did the things
for which I am accused. Yes, I did them. But.

But I will never take responsibility for my actions.
I ran the stop sign, but I should not have to pay the fine.
He, her, them, or they? It's okay, but certainly not Me.

Yes, I pulled the trigger, but I did not make the gun.
The government needs better laws to stop gun makers.
Indeed, I concur and consent that this confession
is in essence a concession filled with 'Buts, Howevers,
Moreovers, and of course, Whatever'; but not a 'Period'.

Yes, I'm a thief and a cheat, but it is not my fault.
The devil, his demons, and all their friends made me do it.
It is therefore not my fault, and I will not take the BLAME.
If you understood my problems, you would never BLAME me .

I Used To Be A Jumper In My Doc Marten Boots

I used to jump from aeroplanes
Naked
With nothing
But a parachute
A prayer
And a pair of Doc Marten boots

I've landed in some strange places
Once in a chair
Once or twice in the mud
A Woman once
I said will you?
She said no!
But she meant yes
I guess?
One time I fell through a roof
And landed in someone's bed!
The husband wasn't very pleased
I can't repeat what he said
But I learned a few new words

Once I fell into a hole
Then I realised someone had died
I couldn't wait to get out
As shouted'',Help!!!!''.
I fell in a well
Well that's another story
To tell
I even landed in a stolen car
But I didn't get far
I once dropped into a giant cooking pot ouch!!
Boy, it was hot!

One time in a church
The Vicar said  ''Do you''?
I said I do
Two sugars no milk, please

I was awarded a medal, with a pin
But it gave me an infection
And ended up in a hospital bed
Got really ill and had to stay in
I had to stop parachuting
But I still have my Doc Marten boots
Don't dare tell you where I hanged them from
Ahh, life's full of surprises
I think, I'll buy a Army tank
See where that gets me.

Zebra the Herbivore

Zebra was reading up on other foods
He had heard that veggies put you in good moods
Grasses are what we eat his father said.
Put down that book and go to bed.

Zebra was fascinated by the diet stuff.
He read about sweet sugars, sure enough.
I would like some pie and cake, and maybe meat.
You already have plenty of marvelous grasses to eat!

Come on Dad, give me some new stuff, okay?
His Daddy bought him some bakery stuff that day.
Zebra did not like any of it, and guess what, hark!
He went back to devouring leaves, twigs, plants and bark.

Rainbow

"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing." Quote by poet

Fall wind gradually moves beneath eaves,
lacing in one side and out trees and leaves.

Nesting season kindles in the treetops,
bright vivid hues excess of sugars drops.

Outdoor ambient and kind in its spell
crisp breeze tousling foliage pleasant smell.

Gray stout clouds slowly gently mender through
like forceful bullies smothering sky blue.

Shower droplets fall to wet the ground's sleeves;
sun rays weave a rainbow as the rain leaves.

Polar Bear Who Eats Sweets

I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets.
You can have hams, chickens and other meets.
I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread.
Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed.

I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day.
Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way.
You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and such.
My mouth is ready for sugars, vanilla, and a cinnamon touch.

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