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AprilDawn Oct 2014
teased
taunted
terrorized
tormented
into
mouth melting sin
hell's fire
  hastens my tongue
as it becomes
a slippery slide to
depravity
fistfuls meant
for shared  reverie  
become  resident hostages
in my domain
as sole proprietor
of this *****
chemical high
I laugh
at pale  attempts  
to fool me  
with sweet haloed
  innocence
no paltry  impostor
stands a chance
only the real deal  
sways
my  greedy  favor.
Believe it or not,  this poetry is about a Sam's Club huge  sack  of  devilishly delightful Ghiradelli   chocolate chips  intended for  cookies  , cupcakes and  other baked goods.They keep winding up in my mouth as a snack though.And I have white chocolate in the house, but they are pale impostors  if you want the real  chocolate  high  !
AprilDawn Oct 2014
almost
full moon face
smilingly
rests on a comfy shelf cloud
waning daylight hours
blanket  
the rich dip dyed purple dusk  
spreading it’s favor
seamlessly  into
a star strewn
night sky
New  poem  written after a gorgeous sunset  encounter  the other night .
AprilDawn Oct 2014
brown leaf
whirls  along
the  road
disturbed
by golf cart wheels
heads turn
just long enough
to register
it was green
once
2006 poem  , edited today.Lived near  a  golf course in the Houston area and   saw a lot of folks  running around in golf carts  on our subdivision roads.
AprilDawn Oct 2014
not yet in full swing
just the odd tease
of
orange golden  streaked
limbs
a seductive wrist flick toss
of ground leaves
among the mostly green  grass
the peak
peeking slyly
from still bulging trees
not ready
for the full Monty
yet.
Looking out my front door the past few days  , and noticing  the beginning of the leaves turning.At this time a  slow unfolding    , like a strip tease.
AprilDawn Oct 2014
with screen pulled  down
only  breezes not bugs
find refuge
in our stuffy bedroom
church bells chime
at the full hour
just before the train
cuts main street in half
sweet pup howls
in protest
of the conductor's
shrill whistle
crystal glassware shakes
in the cabinets
yet this old place
still stands.
Feeling safe as houses tonight.
AprilDawn Oct 2014
Autumn's orange
ambassadors
sprawled over
drab suburban corners
a feast of  seasonal glory
pumpkin patch fever
for all to behold
corn mazes
stump
so many  wanderers
thirsty for  the egress
fresh apple cider waits
just around
that perfectly placed hay bale  
to quash dry mouths
and energize
tired  feet
that  press onward
towards
winter’s dreary
debut.
The  things I missed most living overseas, was  traditional American northern  Fall  activities.Farm  visits , hay rides...I have  enjoyed  doing them again over the past six years .
AprilDawn Oct 2014
as
another  spent leaf
pirouettes
to the ground,
the bare  elegance
of frozen limbs
is  not very
far away  .
As much as I love  northern Fall weather, winter's icy clutches are just around the corner  ...something  never far away in my thoughts.
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