Candy is often a gift of the heart (Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Christmas, anniversaries,Easter, etc.) It comes in so many delightful forms, limited only by the expertise of the artist. Bars, bricks,flowers, drops, flat, ribboned and even spun. What would a carnival or circus be without cotton candy, not the bagged stuff, but the one you watch be spun and twisted into an airy confection that disappears on your tongue. Candy is the dieters devil, luring you off that chocolate wagon to swim in a pool of dark velvety softness.
CONFECTIONS
A nougat bar is a delight
A truffle melts like a dream
Solid bars of dark chocolate lines
The road to OZ for me .
Jawbreakers truly live up to their name.
The candy, round and hard,
Layers upon layers of sweetness
"Oh, where's that dentist's card?"
A young boy stands shyly with
A heart-shaped box in his hand.
Ready to give to his very first crush.
Isn't first love grand?
His first date made him nervous.
Flowers and chocolates held tight.
With trembling hands he gives them to her.
She was a beautiful sight.
"The flowers are lovely,
Please pin them on me.
But I hope you understand
That while I dearly love candy
I'm on a diet
And candy is contraband."
So he turned with a bow
To the mom standing there
And says "These are for you, my lady
A small gift from me to you
For allowing this date with your baby.
So I raise a cup of hot chocolate high
In salute to family and friends.
But don't get between me and my chocolate
If you value your life, my friend.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
White
Poetry in Motion
White clouds drifting by
Over the winter’s snow.
A white wolf stands howling
To his pack far below.
A snowshoe hare running
Over a crisp, sparkling snow.
A snowy owl flies silently,
Looking for prey below.
The winter moon moves slowly
Across the clear night sky.
Silence and peace fill my soul.
How I wish that I could fly.
White clouds drifting by
Over the winter’s snow.
A white wolf stands howling
To his pack far below.
A snowshoe hare running
Over a crisp, sparkling snow.
A snowy owl flies silently,
Looking for prey below.
The winter moon moves slowly
Across the clear night sky.
Silence and peace fill my soul.
How I wish that I could fly.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
White,wrinkled, pets
I've been absent for awhile with computer problems and other things, so I thought I try to combine the last three TT's.
What would mankind be without pets? They can become your best friend, a sounding board, a way to meet other people. They have been proved to lower blood pressure, bring a way for some people to reach out beyond their emotional shell, give a purpose to life by caring for them.
Wrinkles. They can cause a lot of people anxiety about their looks but they can also be a badge of honor. Wrinkles can also be something that needs to be smoothed out, in clothing, in plans, in life.
White. A surface to be written on, a blank canvas waiting for that first stroke of a brush. White is often considered the color of purity and innocence, both in fables and in ceremonies. A white stallion, a white unicorn, or a white hat, symbolizing strength and purity of purpose.
So here I go again.
A Blessing in Disguise
Once my life seemed simple,
A wide road well traveled and straight
But you came along and twisted the page
Leaving me in the hands of fate.
I tried to smooth out the wrinkles,
The valleys and hills,
So I could once again find my way.
But all of my efforts did little
To change my direction,
My life remained dreary and grey.
I went for a walk to clear my mind,
To the forest, dark and deep.
Followed a trail that led to a glen
Where I laid down to sleep.
A warm breath caressed my face and I
Opened my eyes to find
A figure of most dazzling white,
A warm smile and eyes so kind.
She held in her hand a bundle of fur,
Or so it seemed to me.
"I bring you this gift to soothe your soul.
What will be, will be.
His name is Nomad and he will be
Loyal, strong and brave.
A wanderer as you've come to be,
To guide you on your way."
Then she vanished and I looked to find
A puppy in my grasp.
A smile that stretched from ear to ear,
A tail wagging quite fast.
I took him home and raised him up.
He was everything she sad he would be.
And in the end, it was him
Who led you here to me.
You saw us in a park one day
And came over to say hi.
Love hit us like a bolt
Of lightning from the sky.
So I thank my guardian angel
For the gift she gave that day.
A teasured friend and companion
And a love that never fades.
What would mankind be without pets? They can become your best friend, a sounding board, a way to meet other people. They have been proved to lower blood pressure, bring a way for some people to reach out beyond their emotional shell, give a purpose to life by caring for them.
Wrinkles. They can cause a lot of people anxiety about their looks but they can also be a badge of honor. Wrinkles can also be something that needs to be smoothed out, in clothing, in plans, in life.
White. A surface to be written on, a blank canvas waiting for that first stroke of a brush. White is often considered the color of purity and innocence, both in fables and in ceremonies. A white stallion, a white unicorn, or a white hat, symbolizing strength and purity of purpose.
So here I go again.
A Blessing in Disguise
Once my life seemed simple,
A wide road well traveled and straight
But you came along and twisted the page
Leaving me in the hands of fate.
I tried to smooth out the wrinkles,
The valleys and hills,
So I could once again find my way.
But all of my efforts did little
To change my direction,
My life remained dreary and grey.
I went for a walk to clear my mind,
To the forest, dark and deep.
Followed a trail that led to a glen
Where I laid down to sleep.
A warm breath caressed my face and I
Opened my eyes to find
A figure of most dazzling white,
A warm smile and eyes so kind.
She held in her hand a bundle of fur,
Or so it seemed to me.
"I bring you this gift to soothe your soul.
What will be, will be.
His name is Nomad and he will be
Loyal, strong and brave.
A wanderer as you've come to be,
To guide you on your way."
Then she vanished and I looked to find
A puppy in my grasp.
A smile that stretched from ear to ear,
A tail wagging quite fast.
I took him home and raised him up.
He was everything she sad he would be.
And in the end, it was him
Who led you here to me.
You saw us in a park one day
And came over to say hi.
Love hit us like a bolt
Of lightning from the sky.
So I thank my guardian angel
For the gift she gave that day.
A teasured friend and companion
And a love that never fades.
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