Morning delicious are your fruits
Ripeness and sweetness
Delicious are your fruits
Noon, the lunches of noon
Savory sandwiches, savory
condiments to.
Dinner might you find us
at a well dressed table
extravaganza of evening
One might favor
Dessert, my what wonders
do you bring, a sip of coffee
a compliment to everything.
Your slippers and paper honey!
Sweetie pie, you are so cute, with all your loving moods.
Sweetie pie, you are one of a kind, you make love spread all around my mind.
Like petals in the wind, your love has blown petals all around, making me feel like a sweet dream in your arms.
Sweetie pie, you make me high, like a plane flying in the sky, you lift me to higher ground.
Sweetie pie, don’t ever change, your love is making me feel special every day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I have a fat cat
she loves to nibbles and me
food first then lover
I've had a rough day.
I could use a swedish back massage.
You'd be a sweetie, honeybunch.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Ever so sweet
is kernel hub,
the power button,
so neat, tiny and mighty.
But the sweet spot
can sour with
too much power
to savor its glory.
For to score is fragile,
furtive and futile,
when a near miss,
catches the edge.
It's easily bruised,
easily abused,
easily overused,
overdone and missed.
The soft spot sweetie,
requires a gentle touch,
with panache, pizzazz,
flair and feeling.
I'm always going to love you
This for sure I know
And if I ever get to
I'll never let you go
I'll share with you the things that I've been
Longing for inside
Free to be expressive
No longer need to hide
Things like holding hands while walking
Hugs are quite the gem
Things like little kisses given
Without expecting them
The sharing of a blanket
On a cold, crisp, winter's morn
Our lips meet while inside it
Here comes a big snowstorm
I'm always going to love you
This I know for sure
And if I ever get to
I'll bring you to the door
A cozy cabin waits for us
Somewhere out of sight
Where a cozy cabin playlist
Plays all day and night
Sweetie pie in your red and white dress and bows on your head,
Your blonde hair makes a pretty ponytail the lady said.
Your chubby pink cheeks indicates your age around two
Those eyelet trimmed stiff legged pantaloons look terrific on you.
Darling girl with a glowing complexion perfect and fine.
I adore seeing you wearing that old red dress of mine.
You make it look fresh, I sing out into the world with glee.
Did not look that great on grandma and that would be me.
White Poodle Sweetie always bets on red.
Never wins but is consistent in her bets.
The whole roulette table is in an uproar.
White Poodle Sweetie is betting on black!
The cry went up. Every dog began barking and squealing.
The entire casino went wild; it was crazy.
Local reporter and photographer ran in, on standby.
White Poodle Sweetie holds them all hostage.
Then she turns and bets on red.
Same as usual.
butterfly girl
child of the world
nose in your books
dreams in the sky
I hope you never grow old
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
She was a delicate cat, a darling little miss.
Her soft tan color gave her a look of daintiness.
I climbed up on a ladder and tried to coax her down.
She blinked her eyes at me, backed up with a frown.
Come on, sweetie, I said. You are such a darling honey.
I told my husband I could get her; we had bet some real money.
She got higher now, and it made me irritated.
She was at least six feet further, I felt exasperated.
Come on, honey, I said with my sweetest smile.
She backed up further, more than a yard, maybe a mile.
My husband came out and yelled “How are you doing up there?”
I said “You scared her, and now the bet is not fair!”
He laughed at this, for he knew I might welch on the bet.
Come on, baby, I said to the cat whose eyes got quite wet.
She lunged at me with a paw trying hard to scratch me.
So I removed the ladder and left her up in that tree.
Rest little darling
Close your eyes,
Dream little darling
Sleepy-byes.
Babies and children
all asleep,
Night-time comes
for those to sleep.
Moon and stars are
way up high,
Just for you to
beddy-bye.
Rest little sweetie
Close your eyes,
Dream little sweetie
Sleepy-byes.
11/03/21
If somebody says that I don't care about my dog, it will be a lie.
On August 18, 2020, I bought my new dog and she's my Sweetie Pie.
She loves to lick my cheeks and my chin.
Hazel loves to lick me over and over again.
Hazel was what her former owner decided to name her.
She is very protective, she always barks at strangers.
I was very scared because Hazel became sick and I thought she might die.
But a vet saved her life and I'm very happy that I didn't lose my Sweetie Pie.
(Dedicated to Hazel, my Chihuahua)
I wasn't going to buy another dog because it hurts too much when they die.
But I decided to buy another dog and she is my Sweetie Pie.
When it comes to the heart, losing a pet sure will break it.
When it came to my former dog's death, it was hard to take it.
But several weeks later, I ended up being in luck.
I bought another dog for only two hundred bucks.
Hazel looks similar to my old dog and I sure am a lucky guy.
My former dog was my Baby Doll and Hazel was my Sweetie Pie.
(Dedicated to Hazel, my Chihuahua)
Moon smiles and night palls a velvet blue veil,
And owls and curlews hail with a flirting tale;
Xylophones and cymbals bounce for our dance,
So come sweetie; let’s dive in a hypnotic trance.
*Place 10* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 20, 2020)
Aug. 29, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Bardon
Original poem: A Time For Us to go merry-go-round,
posted on 8/16/20 for the contest, "A Time For Us"
Sponsor: JCB Burl
I was known as the donut queen. My husband was Frost Away Boy.
Together we were known as Sweetie Number One and Sweetie Pie.
He was Pie. I was Number One, of course.
I am a Gemini; we are always number one.
The neighborhood knew that we always had something sweet around.
Hot cinnamon rolls freshly iced oozing real butter,
Warm apple pie slathered with whipped cream,
Donut holes freshly rolled in sprinkles.
A new person moved to the neighborhood.
She was the only skinny neighbor. We all made fun of that.
I doubt if she has any rolls at all, we women said, meanly.
She looks like a skateboard, Sweetie Pie said, endearing me.
We had a potluck and she brought a vegetable tray.
Giving us fodder to laugh about for the next ten years
Until she moved back to where she came from,
taking her skinny healthy self with her.
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