#raspberry
The sweet ice cream lady said no,
It would then have to be,
A sad day, raspberryless.
The kid couldn't understand,
How could this happen?
It seems the grey skies didn't want
To favour him on this special day.
So he ran away on muddy paths,
Tears running down his cheeks,
Asking why the world was so cruel.
He arrived at a pristine lake
Mirroring artfully the puffy clouds,
Bathing in its solitude,
A delightful sight,
Though plainly still,
Unexciting.
The kid wiped his tears
And sat for a minute
Trying to calm down,
Enjoy a sweet view,
That felt lifeless.
Tears kept running,
Anger still too high,
So he stood up,
Picked up a nice rock,
And threw it into the lake,
Wishing to skip it across,
Hoping to bring life,
To this disgusting stillness.
Splash splash ploof!
A deceptive, wavering throw,
So he went again
With a nicer rock,
Splash, ploof!
His cheeks reddened,
He had to try again,
A bigger, shinier rock,
He went for the throw,
Splash!
Shorts and shoes wet,
He knew mom would not like that.
The disheartened child went back,
And walked up the muddy paths,
Wet, resigned and quiet,
Accepting that the world
Is not a fairy tale.
The sweet ice cream lady
Noticed the numb kid walking,
And rushed to comfort him,
Offering with kindness
A scoop of strawberry,
And a waffle *******
To sweetly ease the pain.
He nodded in appreciation
And went further to sit
On the wet green grass.
He took a bite of the ice cream,
Sweet, fruity and tasty,
Good, but slightly off,
It's just not enough,
Not what the kid wanted,
Not what he desired.
He sighed and lay down,
Ojitos gazing at mild skies,
Witnessing pretty birds
Dancing from tree to tree.
So he thought, might as well,
He melted the ice cream,
Perhaps a cool doggo would enjoy it,
He tore the waffle into crumbs,
Maybe lovely birds would appreciate it.
He lay down again,
Watching hopeful skies,
And closed his ojitos,
Only to be lulled
By the sweet birds,
Chirping on his shoulder,
Feasting on the tasty waffle,
And a sweet smile finally
Lit up on his red cheeks.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
"I miss my favourite bird",
I wrote, tired, in my little book.
Happy chirps of feathered friends,
Echoing through my gardens,
Brightening the atmosphere,
As they hunt berries in the cold.
They say there's plenty of fish,
In the vast immensity of the sea,
That is probably true, but water,
Has never really been my element.
I prefer the air, as the skies,
Offer tender lightness, unlike the abysses.
Then you blabbered those words,
"Plenty of birds are flying in the skies".
I won't contradict you there,
Mister "know it all" seems,
To be on point this morning,
Ten points for Gryffindor.
I'm still a stubborn kid at heart,
Saddened by the doomed day,
When the sweet ice cream lady,
Informed me all too lightly, that no,
I couldn't have my raspberry ice cream,
And proposed instead vanilla or chocolate.
The skies felt dark and heavy that day,
The kid ran away on the rainy paths,
Pouting at the mean world, screaming,
To finally find shelter at the foot of a tree,
Home to many birds, singing gracefully,
And spent hours witnessing them dance.
Time might have passed, evolved,
But the kid didn't and still wants,
His scoops of raspberry sorbet.
Who likes chocolate anyway...
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 9:39 AM UTC
A tangy taste coats my tongue
I wish yours would too
The kind that makes me bite my lips
Rattles my heart
And brings upon me
An inescapable smile
Like lemonade
I can rely on you
To be on every menu
I imagine you sweet
but with a strong, sour kick
refreshing not only my buds
but my battered soul
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
I don't normally dress this way
"I shouldn't be wearing this"
"express yourself and be fearless"
being perceived nowhere yet everywhere
not matching
raspberry and green
sometimes wishing ears instead of eyes
I don't have many secrets
but i know what I am
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
my healing mimics my raspberry bush
a seed in the beginning the wind could’ve took
there were sunny days, flooding rains
frozen glazes that took months to melt away
still in summer the saturated berries cling to their green roof
fruits of my labour, i can never return to that pain that little boy knew
strengthened, concentrated
bleed all the frustration, swaying to the wind’s tune
my healing mimics my raspberry bush
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 9:56 AM UTC
“Your mouth tastes like raspberry”.
And yours tasted like everything I needed, that I wanted.
Every time I kiss you, I feel the same energy and power that lights up cities.
It’s pure f***ing joy and excitement.
It’s what feeds my existence.
What keeps me alive and hungry for more.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
Like a purple gem
Found deep within the Earths dark layers
Smooth as sandstone beneath rivers running
Warm as blackened pavement beneath summers sun
So this drink is to me
Most teasing of every sense and self
Which is why this cup cannot be
Most tasteful or worth
She made for me
The Best Raspberry Mocha On Earth
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
O! I went to the loo to do a number
two
Only one cubicle was vacant, the rest
they were all taken
"Looks like a full house today" I
thought to myself
Man! I was bustin' to go
As I sat there on my throne in my
cockpit all alone
There came this funny rumbling
sound from down below
And then, this fearsome volley.... a
fantastic farting
And then, a great release
As finally I dropped my bombs with
studious aplomb
O! what a relief !
"Man! ", I said to myself, " I must
lay off that Aloe Vera juice
That stuff it goes right through you "
But then, something strange, from the
cubicle right next to me
Came this other big thunderous ****
explosion
A big fat blubbery balloony one
It sounded like a tuba gone wrong
And then! And then, another one! this
one further down the line
This time a big bubble and squeaky
one
And then! yet another! a funny little
flute-ey one
Like it just squirreled out in the nick
of time
And then finally, another!!! a big Big
Bellow like from some wonky
trumpet
A real rasper, he must have thought he
was doin' the solo
Man! It was so funny, one right after
the other, you had to laugh
It was.... well, it was Gas !!!
Lucky no one struck a match
Or else it might have been... yea!
Jumpin' Jack Flash !!!
It was like listening to a whole scale of
*** notes
Such a strange symphony, these
wondrous excursions in Sound
For a moment there, it reminded me a
bit of Beethoven,
It was no celestial choir that's for sure
It was something altogether more dire,
Like something you'd hear in a
farmyard byre
The animals all gathered at the trough
It was like all the bottoms were
conversing with one another,
having a chat
Plotting a rebellion even, an uprising,
a coup d'etat
Against that other much more
celebrated Opening
That much vaunted Hole in the Face,
the Mouth!
That puffed up preening Prima Donna
with his preposterous outpourings
His Monstrous, pompous inflated Self-
importance
Sitting up there stuffing himself and
forever spouting nonsense
"Sure, we do all the work down here",
the Bottoms were saying, " and we
talk a lot more sense as well"
They posed the question "Can a Bottom speak more Truth than a
Mouth ?"
These defiant derrieres, these proud
posteriors
With their proud exultations
Sticking a firm two fingers up at that so-called world of respectability up
there
That world of petrified good manners
Suffocating! Oppressing! with its
stifling mores and traditions
Yea!....for sure, the rebel Masses, they
were just a bunch of Bad *****
O! the air it was blue just like Pepe Le
Pew
I could have sworn I seen a big blue
gaseous cloud ascending
Heading up toward the ceiling
Like a great Cloud of Unknowing
except with a bit more foreboding
Reminded me of William Wordsworth
& his lonely cloud a-wandering
But then I thought, did Wordsworth,
Shelley or Keats ever write
An Ode to His **** ?
Was it too dark a side to show, too
dark a place to go
The Dark Side of the Back Side
The Dark Side... of the Moon.
Pepe! Pepe Le Pew, that old Don Juan,
Casanova of the old cartoons
It was then, my Love, it was then I
thought of you
I smiled and said to myself"I know
what I'll do
I'll blow out another sweet blue
raspberry one just for you....
Oh yea!....that one was lovely, that one
was true
I think that one had your name
written on it
O! I do".
And now as Pepe might say " Adieu! adieu!.....Sweet, sweet Adieu! ".
Ende
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
You looked outside the window and smiled
"Can you make some jam for us?"
Obliging, you did so
You didn't know what flavor they wanted
So you did every single one
Blueberry, raspberry, banana
A plethora of colors comes into view
You always wanted to be an artist
To embrace the colors you see
A chance to be happy
But you're stuck making jam for them
Forever and always
At least it tastes good
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Garden of flowers
A creamy raspberry sorbet
It's good to be home
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
I gaze upon the beauty
Of the orchid,
And nibble at the sweet, succulent,
Raspberry drupelets.
I breath deep the scent
Of your roses
As your nectar, my skin,
Overuns.
With every sensation
You
Take me through Eden.
And our travels have just
Begun.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
Criminal
O Criminal
This deceit you leak reeks
Of sour lemons and urination.
Criminal
O Criminal
This pride you flood smells
Of blueberries and broken dreams
Criminal
O Criminal
These miracles you bring leave a miasma
Of grape Faygo and suffering souls
Criminal
O Criminal
The peace I bring leaves an aroma
Of blue raspberry popsicles and lonely depression
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Raspberry pip boy lingered and hung around,
He was sweet, but with a tartness that juiced up your mouth,
He flowered in Spring, and swelled my heart up through Summer,
And I plucked him, and I ate him, and I begged for another,
But as I chewed up, my heart slid down my back,
As I was gulping down raspberries my tooth had cracked,
The raspberry pips had sunk deep and rooted
In between my poor teeth, how I hollered and hooted
"RASPBERRY PIP BOY ISN'T AS SWEET AS YOU THINK,
HE STAYS FAR TOO LONG, I'M STAINED BY HIS INK.
I CAN'T WASH HIM OUT, BELIEVE ME I'VE TRIED,
THAT RASPBERRY PIP BOY HAS JUST RUINED MY LIFE!!"
A former tooth model, my contract was lost,
To that Raspberry Pip Boy, his seeds, and tooth rot.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
You love me in intervals of the short beats
Hidden in the blue ribbons beneath the skin,
With a spiral breath you envelope my lost sorrows
In cascades of soft desires.
You dream of me.
Maybe.
You lean your cheek on the purple shadows
Of curved petals of saffron in the frost
Not knowing that
In every line of my heart I seek a part of you.
I stop in the mists of endless contours
Imagining the smell of your hair
And lips of raspberry
Crushed under the fingertips.
Wanting you is like walking on the wire
In another universe drowned in darkness,
Like touching a hot cup
Left on the edge of the table
And like melting the honey under the tongue.
And you,
You love me with a look, gesture,
With every lash that pops into your palm.
Sometimes.
Maybe.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
spark of life
touches earth
leaves crackle and
explode into breath
in deep romance, my
lungs kiss smoke
and Spirit expands within
sinking and
soaking through skin
deep into my roots dripping
into channels of rivers flowing
freely to my brain crackling
with neurons ever grasping
dendritically to reach
nutritious extrapolations
stormy interpretations
and interpolations
crackling
branches of
white birch lightning
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC