Wow!!! What a difference a name change can make
Who needs to grow vanilla beans?
No gaseous undertone at all now
Fake news to think otherwise
Gives profound, renewed meaning to this famous line:
"A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
Oh how bittersweet,
The way you hold me-
Only long after i cried, in defeat,
Cold vanilla coffee
-
Oh how you toy with your prey
A roof over my head? How generous.
Hold it over my head, and tell me that I must defray
Now tell me how I'm treacherous
-
Always hated how you never finished your coffee
Now i drink mine like I'm grown
Does it, too, remind you we're all faulty,
When you look me down upon your throne?
-
Funny how you guide my independence
Yet threaten to cage me when i spread my wings
''How rebellious, you lack common sense''
You're right, I'm sorry mommy, I'll stick to rusted swings
-
And like 2 peas in a pod,
Oh how easy your words twist the knife
Each one frozen in my heart, unthawed
And oh how quick i am to 'ruin' your life
-
I will admit, i still hate this bittersweet brew.
It quickly turns cold, and it reminds me of you,
But i know ill continue to drink it, even if i splutter
For in the end, blood will always be thicker than water.
cherry ice cream on vanilla cake
the sweetest icing chef likes to make
candy sprinkled liberally
I am hoping it was made for me
Melinda is so beautiful
She's sweet like Mirinda
This girl is from Florida
Her best friend's name is Belinda
And her younger sister linda
She drives Honda.
She's so classy
Very unique
Meek in her ways
Pink her favorite color
She got no body odour
Always smelling like vanilla.
This girl is my treasure
She always tells me
If you don't venture no greatness
We always go on adventure
She never gives me pressure
Steadily she gives me pleasures
She rules my heart, mind and body.
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It just comes in one sweet, fleeting flavor-
Hate and destruction have evolved.
We went from clubs, bow and arrow
to a fetish for nuclear diseases.
If love had evolved, missiles would sleep in their rattlesnake dens.
Howitzers would become flower gardens.
Black words would reverse course.
Before having intercourse with hate and death.
We're a harsh species, an eight-eyed tumor on fire.
A species on the precipice of self-extinction.
Many are wants -demands -desires.
Instant gratification at our soft fingertips.
Patience and empathy once calloused into the psyche.
Are now mere inconvenience and annoyance,
An open wound on the genitalia of ego
A sterile afterthought.
Hate has evolved into:
The continuous rape of society.
Beheadings have become blasé.
Bloody brooks, streams, and wounded knees.
Poison heavy metal clouds and plutonium ponds.
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor.
Motion-activated caught on camera
while cookies for the kids I was cooking
a collared cat crept into the kitchen
when I stepped outside and wasn't looking
his potty break was well-timed
as, sadly, I'd left the door unlocked
onto the counter by the sink he climbed
bared his butt and crapped in the crock
tho' he gave new meaning
to vanilla chocolate chip
if I ever collar him doing it again
his mangy tail end I'll severely whip
as, if he wants nine lives to live
he'd really best think twice
or he'll sleep with the fishes
(not eat them)
as such behaviour is just not nice
Unfit for the sunlit
Visions once bestowed
Guilt has me split
Where reason once flowed
Circles were brighter
Now a hollow parade
Knots draw tighter
As thoughts start to fade
Worthless endeavor
Half-formed at best
Tumbleweed untethered
Cursed with unrest
No spark to savor
Just the same charade
Endless vanilla flavor
As the colors all fade
No more to barter
Encompassed in grey
Rationale takes harbor
As wishes drift away
There's a sweetness in the suffocation,
like vanilla clinging to my skin,
promising warmth, yet whispering dread,
as silence wraps me from within.
The scent once filled my restless nights,
a balm against the creeping fear,
but now it thickens, heavy,
each breath a struggle, each thought unclear.
I used to chase the golden light,
finding solace in its glow,
now shadows stretch like haunting hands,
pulling me where I can't let go.
The world spins softly, a muted hum,
and I'm lost in thoughts that bind,
am I the one who's fading,
or just a specter left behind?
Yet in the dark, a whisper coils,
"Sweetness hides in the depths of pain--
embrace the weight, confront the ache,
for there's freedom in the strain."
In that moment, a flicker flares,
a spark igniting my will--
the vanilla, once a prison,
can be the key to break the chill.
When it came time
for Mitt to do his bit.
Off to France
he did flit.
(To be sung to the tune of "Cruella DeVil")
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla
She’s better for you
than a sleeping pill.
Need sleep? See
Vanilla DeVil.
She’s simply plain;
if she were some ice cream,
she’d never be
an interesting one.
No caramel swirl.
No flavor has this girl.
She is the antidote
for having fun!
A humorless girl,
such bad company.
She hates to go out, so
what good is she for?
Avoid her when you have
some time to kill.
Vanilla Vanilla DeVil.
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla DeVil
A hot sweltering sticky humid evening
Heat clings and hangs in the stagnant air
Almost too hot and stifling to bear
Floods of silver wet ovaline beads
Perspire and exude from every opened pore
Trickle and slide in small ravines
Skin soaked and shines and glistens
Under subdued ambient lamp light
Darker varied shades and tones
Paint and cast shadowy patches
Upon contours crevices and folds
The night when chocolate and vanilla
Eclipse-like lovers' lips
Melt and merge into one
Deliciously delectable
Honey sweet tasty and succulent
And perpetually morish
Licking the bowl clean
The dawn breaks
The last remnants of last night's cloak of darkness
Clears and teardrop-sticky dew evaporates
Dried by the stretching rays
Of a warming newly birthed morn
The hen stretches her wings
And clucks
The cockerel croaks
As the stifling heat has now gone
And morn cools down.
Vanilla chai tea
Its wamth caresses my tongue
Mixed with almond milk
Sweetness with a nutty taste
Warms my heart, and soothes my mind
I am so vanilla, plain but sweet,
Still good enough for you to eat.
"Chai Tea, Vanilla: Writing it All"
We are a cauldron
steeped, stewing bitter,
unlike sweet chai tea
boiling
and bubbling,
our reality,
is hard
to swallow.
how do we live
with ourselves,
knowing,
we live
complacently?
we observe,
we write,
we watch it all,
the killing of
innocence,
the black
and white
of it all;
the death
of a dream.
before the end,
the war
begins
it all.
the future of
our children:
we watch it all.
we watch it all.
we take notes,
we journal,
the poetry
of it all.
do we make
changes?
do we?
do we,
do
anything, at all?
writing it all.
We are a cauldron
steeped, stewing bitter,
unlike sweet chai tea.
we are so
Vanilla,
do we do
anything?
writing it all?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
John 1 (NIV).
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
Lux Vitae.
scent of soft candle
taste of vanilla cookies
seductive perfume
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