Cup of colourful sweets

Tall transparent cup of sweet chocolate treats.
Written messages all over each and every one.
Happy Wishes for a new year from this day on.
A lover wishes to give love, cheer, and comfort.
A cat that accepts the suit, she is content to exchange
a bit of happiness in small nibbles over a long
time to come

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He’s gone far away

Far away from my hand
my arm, me
He is not by my side
in physical presence
I am now aware that I am
ill with a desire to
be back together again
where two halves
make the chubby round whole
egg again
like yolk to white
cat to its nip
chocolate to the lady
and everything nice
For awhile and some time more
the world will be a bit
off
off kilter where two beings embrace the
earth in hope that the distance
dissipates and no amount of air is too far
in this day, this moment where there is an
electric connection
between that egg and that white
to make something fascinating
so fantastic that the girl would
cry happily with joy
that she could have that chocolate
as if he stepped through a window
in a frame in an instant
that need that want could be
calmed for just awhile
a little while
where the chocolate melts pleasantly
and mixes into her.

Vinegar and water

My furry neighbor beast cat

has taken to my tulips

like chocolate to the woman

with a sweet tooth.

I for one don’t like this relationship

for the tulips are mine!

My remedy to this is to spray about

a mix of vinegar and water about

my pretty flowers,

in hope that they will see

the rising sun

of Dawn.

I am a cookie dealer.

My youth and to now does not seem far apart
I once dealt cookies under the banner of helping girl guides
push cookies door to door, taking outrageous prices for meagre
boxes of cookies, mint, vanilla, and chocolate.
the three main staple flavors.

Now I deal cookies for similar purpose to help some poets
some sugar cookie monsters that need
simply that dark dark sweet cookie
that makes the user say
om nom nom nom
om nom nom nom some more please?

really I need some more cookies
please help I need my cookies sam.

Sure I can help but at a cost.
your cookie fix is funding my
charitable projects, groups, and poets.

You know the sugar and the cookie itself is not of my creation
its a product of culture, sweetness, and habit.

My habit is to sell these cookies,
it matters not to whom but
when the cookies may appear to be in excess.

Cookies here, there, and everywhere.

Tollhouse cookies, sugar, gingerbread,
molasses, snickerdoodle, raisin oatmeal,
white chocolate macadamia, chocolate chip!
Cookies of my desire. A gut craving for sweets.

Cookie cookie on the tray, oh!

Tell me if you can me mine?
Tell me if you taste sweet and divine?
Tell me if you can stay soft?
Tell me you won’t melt my resolve.

Tell me, Tell me cookie.

That chocolate bar that I shouldn’t eat…

I have before me

an unwrapped decadent cookie chocolate bar.

Its limited edition, its fine, its crunchy…

oh I should hold off and not have it.

I shouldn’t!

                 but 

it looks and tastes so sweet.

so unbelievably delish.

that I’d be unable to stop.

stop. me! … STOP! Cravings! YOU WILL STOP!!!

When I have dinner to have and devour,

chocolate you can come later when

it seems like a better time?

like mid-afternoon during tea time?

Or when I feel sad and blue?

When there’s no hugs to be had?

Or when I can’t find a snack nearby?

When is always a dilemma that I wonder when will be right to have 

this sweet chocolate bar?

Oh when will I have you and ravish you!

 

Daily Prompt

Exams you are done!

The moment when the brain turns off and says “uncle” is when the exams are over

and I don’t need to think much no more.

I can sit and sip chocolate, and nibble on rice with spice.

All in good company I suppose, but not all the time will

my mind understand what is exactly going on.

Brain now that you have shut off and decided to hibernate on me

what will you do? I know I have mathematical issues to deal and solve for I

do have a house full of things to do for it needs to be finished with all the care and delicacy

that my hands can exactly manipulate to obey me and turn a beautiful project out.
I will cut, measure, and nail you to where you need to go. Before I can manipulate,

I will need the very tool to enable this desired action, and result.
Be gentle as I am with you. Dearest power tool.

chewy chocolate chip cookies

soft tender morsels of oatmeal

incorporated with sugar. Brown and white

meld into an unidentifiable mass with dark dots, dotting about

in a dance of mixed material

Oh! shall it be sweet? shall it be decadent?

It shall! It shall! For I have stolen away a lunchbox 

of you little sweets to become a part of me.

Come, come melt and sing to my senses.

Let me taste you smell you, devour you.

Till you are no more my fragrant cookie.