#cakes
A tasty cake on the table
With frosting and layers so divine
Each bite was a dream
A juicy cream cake
Every slice was truly sublime.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 4:12 AM UTC
Eggs, sugar, flour and butter.
The incantation that I mutter.
Heat, Time and a lightly greased pan.
What Alchemy! for the common man.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Oatcakes make great bikinis they're all the rage back home.
You can rap up your eggs and bacon; fill them with sausage and beans.
They're baked on a griddle or backstone; made from oats, flour and yeast.
You can wear them like potters bikinis or munch on a toasty cheese feast!
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
My baby got cakes,
and I want pan
But they only got cakes
so instead, I eat sand
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
You moved the cakes
from the rack
and put them on
the pallet carefully
so they wouldn't fall,
you gazed at the metal
note board where
the cake orders were
20 cupcakes you read
and moved on to
where the cupcakes
were stacked,
Natanya the night before
stretched out on the bed
arms spread wide
legs likewise
you **********
studying her fruits,
Socrates est negativa
you had read
in some book
before you climbed
the stairs to bed
questo non è mondo reale
the Italian guy had said,
you handed down the cupcakes
and placed them
on the pallet carefully
against the side next
to the ginger cakes,
Natanya watched
as you undressed
muttering about
this or that warm up game
you undressed
stood there waiting
your piece proud,
nessun altro mondo
the other Italian guy said
in the book you read,
you moved the pallet
on to the next cake section
and studied the list
40 Sandwich cakes
you handled the cakes
in between your hands
and on to the pallet
someone had inked
Led Zeppelin rock
on the pallet back,
Natanya moved
to the side of the bed
as you sat there games?
She said
if you want
you said
and she moved over you
and mouthed you,
questo è il mondo reale
the Italian replied
and you closed the book
and walked the stairs,
the list of cakes
was completed
and you pushed the pallet
to the checkers
who checked the cakes
with the list,
you mused I couldn't do
that brain deadening job
unless ******
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
Saint Valentine didn't know me,
He had no idea about the future,
And now, blatant Valentine's lies,
Time & again and even yet again,
For love I wholeheartedly strive,
But all I get is fake, fake feelings.
Not blaming Valentine am I now,
He sure gave a reason to spend,
Both time as well as the silver dirt,
Indirectly popping employment,
Not just for few - even for me & you,
Don't we try working harder daily?
Just in hopes of finding a better day,
Of course we want more silver dust,
A good job & a fuller-heavier pocket,
Men try hard for earning enough,
Women try harder for respect,
Don't they all selfishly strive,
Do their wishes get fulfilled?
What do the MBA's always market?
Lingerie & diamonds for the lover,
Do they not try to sell love away,
Love stuffed into teddy bears,
Lust dripping from the multiflavoured condoms,
And what else do they want to sell,
Do the cakes not suffice with all that fattening cream,
Or the cream-filled chilled/hot doughnuts?
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
It's that day today
somewhere years hence
When i was born
Moving on
from grumbling to gratitude
vanity to sincerity
That's when i realize
we're born new each day
with a choice and a million chances
to be better each day
And encounter the perfection that we are
just as we were created
in simplicity and love
so why not celebrate each day
greeting with a genuine smile
friends and family
acquaintances and enemies alike
Blowing candles on chocolate cakes
milkshakes
Instead why not let them burn for a change
as a reminder
of the eternal spirit...
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
"Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you, you’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?"
- From 'Before Sunrise'
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
The intricate swirls
collecting into
the elegant character
of love.
However,
to step back and view
each individual tendril,
is it love I see
or lust?
What is building this
firework of magnificence?
The powers of passion,
or the powers of trust?
The layering of the two
create the wedding cake of tranquility.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC