succulent so bee
the virtuous nectar sweet
lovely bee so taste
8/7/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Would you like some peanut butter caramel brownie pie?
I can top it off with marshmallow peach ice cream.
Who is this woman? And does she already have a best friend?
I nod, following her down the street to a strange house.
Candy sold by the yard
Red green purple and black candy shoelaces
~ Danglings down kid’s sticky chins
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The flowers that so lovingly you held
And savored for some moment with closed eyes;
The sweets that from their wrappers you unshelled,
For which you gave a kiss to be my prize;
The necklace with a pretty pendant thing
Which on your slender neck you proudly hung;
The ring that on your finger now does cling
And much delighted you had almost sung.
The smiles so innocent and joyful arms
That welcomed me when I came to your house--
Oh, you did win me over with your charms,
But it’s not you I wanted to espouse:
You thought the presents were all meant for you,
But ‘twas your sister I desired to woo.
Empty, tasteless promises
Filling empty, tasteless pies
They fill our heads with fluff-n-stuff
And s'more empty, tasteless lies
Rich drips of sticky pudding
They kiss every sticky drop
They suck down all our milkshakes
Then lick sticky off the top
They smile empty, tasteless smiles
And lap up sticky off the floor
Then they eyeball our last cherry
Lick their lips and out the door
Let's stop eating tasteless pudding
Let's stop ingesting tasteless pies
I think it's time we eat more meat
Suck on your empty, tasteless lies
every day and a sweet shop
On a plateau in the middle of nowhere, there was
a shop selling chocolate and week-old newspapers
I had no money, but in exchange, the man
accepted a hail of hay, the farmer gave when he
told me to go make my own bed, I had slept with
The milkmaid he had wanted for himself
as the evening gently fell over the desolate landscape
A horse came walking to the sweet shop that
also sell crossword puzzles and mouth harmonicas
It was the owner's transport, and he didn't like to stay
all night, asked me to take the shift, his main
The problem was all the rats that tried to break into his
shop, I could sleep on the kitchen table to avoid
being bitten
Nine, the next morning, he was back riding his steed
Temptations for sweets could never be drained.
All attempts to avoid sweets went in vain.
To adore sweets, my tongue is trained.
Demons of greed for sweets coul not be slain.
Sweets are my most favourite, I can't refrain
Compulsory in breakfast, lunch, dinner.
Much addiction on sweets, how to abstain.
Strong taste buds for sweets : Others are thinner.
My stomach holds little capacity.
My tongue is destined to taste sweet.
Less staple food, sweets being priority.
Rest taste buds are unable to compete.
Due to stress developed sugar problem.
Taking sweets with medicine, whom to blame ?
Sweets in any form
So alluring to me
Sumptuous beverage
Soft caramel pudding
Sweet candy or cookies
Snickerdoodle or cake
Sugar cube, I love too.
Something Sweet
I want something sweet
Pestered by my brain
It’s like a recurring tweet
I am trying to refrain
Something sticky like toffee
A gooey dessert of delight
To eat with a cup of coffee
Resisting with all my might
A chocolate bar or wafer
To ease my craving buds
Apple would be much safer
But it tastes like fairy suds
I am waiting for 4 o’clock
The Sunday shops stop calling
My will as solid as a rock
My glucose level’s falling
The pride of not succumbing
A passing of this test
I should be very happy yet,
My brain’s becoming a pest.
David Cox 13/04/25
• Pink envelopes with letters inside
• Red and white balloons filled with sweets
• This experience is not an unusual one
• On St. Val's I always get treats
• I don't know from who
• I don't know from where
• But they're done with good intentions
• So I don't really care
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Your mother's mistake springs from her sweet hearts
That summer midnight your dad lacked the smarts
We did our best in our fall
Winter came and life's snowball
Son, be wise of life's many moving tarts
Lined with a fence of modeling chocolate,
treats and sweets but never gingerbread;
My garden grows popcorn and cotton candy
eat all you like it just keeps germinating;
Treats and sweets but never gingerbread,
my cupboard is all out of fondant;
Eat all you like it just keeps germinating
pappi’ caught in sugared shrubbery;
My cupboard is all out of fondant,
such a taste has never tempted me;
Pappi’ caught in sugared shrubbery,
perhaps they wait for a melted heart;
Such a taste has never tempted me,
so sweet it overpowers the bitter;
Perhaps they wait for a melted heart,
I’m not one for pure cane or phony;
So sweet it overpowers the bitter;
My garden grows popcorn and cotton candy
I’m not one for pure cane or phony,
lined with a fence of modeling chocolate.
November came in downright quiet
Scorning seasons who bring a riot
Thanksgiving would come fast,
Scrumptiousness at long last,
Warranting you’d go on a diet
Sun shining bright in sweet November
Causing souls to surely remember,
Thanksgiving brings delights,
Sweetness in tiny bites,
Bellies eager to meet December
"Bag o’ sweets"
like fantales chewed slowly
the concept of what’s left
sucks on the sweet marrow of it
sticky caramel pages
stuck in between flowers pressing
the parallax pollen view of it
never hallowed
the wrappers flimsy, quaint
short stories unwrapped
violet crumbles
pollinated footprints
left like scorched fingerprints
melting moments
spooning the soothing
of deep thinking honeytraps
candy years
worn like necklaces
loved and worshipped like crucifixes
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
sweet tooth pig Charley Barley had cupcakes on her head.
tied into an oversized crystal goblet, full of sugarplums all red.
there were lollypops and m and m’s, so she would be well fed.
we followed her all over hoping she would drop a few my cousin said.
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