Toddler tugs at mom’s apron
He’d like to have one more cookie
Nice try, pumpkin ~ dinner’s ready
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
The playful nature of love
need not be always a scheduled
match, something to be said for the
spontaneity of butterfly kisses,
fluttering lips and tip-toeing
fingertips, as a child approaches
a cookie-jar at midnight, the
cat-like hurtle of stool and
counter, a cupboard with bells
and whistles, the Cookie Master
having had fond insight, a shared
sweet-tooth of a game….
warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream on top
cookies and cream ice cream sandwiches
chocolate chip cookies baked to chewy perfection
all in abundance
this is the best dinner ever
we pull out the blender
and make some butterscotch milkshakes
we groove to white on white by danny williams
and you must believe me by the impressions
and then you suggest the betty harris version
of cry to me and jr. walker and the all stars version
of money (that's what i want) and i give you a
kiss for each of your suggestions
we enjoy our sweet, left field dinner
we enjoy genuinely liking each other
we enjoy the laughter that the total vibe of it all inspires
we enjoy the feeling of pure positivity as a whole
we enjoy this side of life, which, by all means, is rare
we enjoy our combined choices when it is left up to only us
we gladly substitute dap and high fives for kisses for.....ummmm.....dessert
Foil off, dark rich
teasing, like R rated films.
I always crave more.
Walking down the quaint city street entering the sweetshop,
Oh yes! Hershey’s Almond Milk Chocolate tasty flavor
Sweetheart chooses sweet licorice and hot fudge brownie delight,
Sweetie pie and I flavor sweetmeat crystallized fruit.
Sweet tooth such a happy mouth vibrato to have;
Healthy sweet corn with sweet pepper and sweet-and-sour
Rest in front of my Dear Heart and I with a sweet pea,
Sweet cherry edible fruit on ice cream dessert, oh yum!
Sweet sultan annual herb varicolored flower in garden
Touches sweet acacia shrub fragrant flowers for perfumery,
Enjoying sweet basil on my sweet potato pie with my Sugar Love
Sweet nothings sound to wife trompe l’oeil painted photographic reality.
Sweet cicely herb white flowers brighten garden sipping
Sweet cider with cinnamon and raspberry shortbread warm
Soul with endearments, together speaking love honestly husband
Wife meshed together in all things sharing sweet clover; blessed.
Liams Sweet Tooth
Limerick by Tom
1-1-2020
By nationality little Liam was a Swede,
He quickly learned if he’d beg and plead.
He’d get more candy,
and that was dandy,
But his undoing was a sweet tooth’s greed.
When I have a bag of candy
I have oh so many friends
They all come gather around me
But it don’t last, it always ends
I guess I aint that special
I’ve never been cool it’s true
Still I just wanna fit in
All I want is a friend or two
So I steal me another dollar
From daddy’s jacket behind the door
Then I head on down the street
back to the corner store
The man behind the counter
He asks me “What’s your choice?”
“Please, some red blue and green ones.”
I answer with in a quiet voice.
He hands me my bag of candy
I pray it’s a magical treat
That someone might then like me
and not disappear after they eat
They like jelly beans and jawbreakers
For my treats everyone pretends
I’m just like one of them
and we’re all the best of friends.
What's that in your hand
What is it you have there
Is that delicious candy
I surely hope you share
I really am not picky
I love to try new one's
Close my eyes and taste
That I half the fun
I cannot help it
My sweet tooth it is bad
So can I have a piece
Of what is in the bag
Ok I'll tell you what
Stay there don't you leave
I'll go get a surprise
So delicious you will see
Here you go try a piece
Yes I made them myself
My favorite part is
The caramel when it melts
So with your pretty eyes
And that bag of candy
I could not hesitate
That was where you had me
I would also like to know
What's your favorite kind
I think I like them all
New ones I like to find
So if you share my taste
For those tasty treats
I'll open your eyes to a world
Of candy you won't believe
Written 2-18-19
addiction
to sugar and chocolate
one pound at a time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sweet Tooth For Youth
What I did was to have a sweet tooth,
For when I was young in all of my youth;
Got by somehow;
Much older now;
Did wash down with gin and vermouth.
Jim Horn
glutton’s theft
took what’s left
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Used on Poetry Soup 3/23/17
Sweet Tooth
She always asks for candy,
When we ask what she wants for her Day,
Or on Christmas she asks for pralines,
That come from far away.
She never asks for diamonds,
Nor an eco friendly mink;
Only some kind of truffles,
Or a gooey chocolate drink.
Jelly beans by the handfuls,
She keeps at her kitchen door,
I’ll want that candy dish in her will,
Just in case it fills some more.
We all just call her Sweet Tooth,
She never puts on any pounds,
If she did, we’d love her just the same,
For GrandMother is sweet as it sounds.
She wasn't much for romance
No need to wine and dine
But when it comes to chocolate
To her those were divine
Just give that gal some chocolate
Any time of year
And she will call you sweetheart
And you can call her dear
You're not good for me, & you never were. I knew that all along. Your purpose in my life was only to satisfy. You sustained me for a moment, like chocolate to a sweet tooth. You were so sweet to me, darling. It's human nature to feel hungry, but around you I was starving and the only way I could be filled was with your temporary love. You were my favorite treat, my midnight snack when I was feeling down. You balanced out my lows until there was only an up. I now know why they call it comfort food. You comforted my mind and ego. Never my heart. You gave me a placebo affect that told my mind I was happy, and you gave me energy that made me feel young and fueled my self-confidence like no other. I was never foolish enough to let you get farther than that. I had food poisoning from all the rotten sweets I've had before you, even though your wrapper was different I knew once I thought I had you, I would be sick forever. So now we just sit forever and savor the indulgence, until one of us decides were no longer hungry. Until next time my sweet.
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