#treat
its a curry and larger day
with poppadoms and rice
- hot curried treat
and weather forecast-
- sunshine all day.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 7:05 AM UTC
if trees give oxygen,
why can't we take care of them?
we need trees to breathe,
why do we keep knocking them down?
why can't we love
and care for the nature surrounding us.
we need it
and they need us,
now more than ever.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
When the boundary blurs between living and dead,
bells, candles, and soulful cries plead release.
Jack-o’-lanterns carved — not masks for hiding,
but Bakhtinian mirrors of carnivalesque and jest.
Death, the ultimate truth — memento mori,
once souling,now children’s treats and delight
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
_my love hate relationship with chocolate –_
cause I really love that it tastes so good,
but hate that there’s never enough, or the
need for me to be sharing it. and to such
a treat, we are slaves; when asked what I
need the most between sugar and life –
I need both.
_as I endure the whispers of a late snack –_
telling chocolate to meet me at midnight;
even when you tell me too much of it is
unhealthy, please let me love the pleasure,
and let me live with the possibility of having
a few less teeth.
it’s my favourite treat, that if you bought it
for me; I’d do a favour for you in a moment’s
heartbeat – as my heart beats for such a
chocolate feast; _I can’t help this chocolate heat._
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
Finding love is like Halloween
Roaming the street in your best costume
Knocking on strangers doors
Asking them trick or treat
Until you find the one you feel comfortable
Taking the mask off with
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 12:40 PM UTC
the sound of the ice cream van
evokes memories of summers
wearing shorts on hot tarmac
which you can almost smell
the heat coming up on your legs
a blast of warm air and fumes
as an engine fights the heat
to bring you your chosen treat
passed from an impossibly high
window already dripping onto
a hand that you pray won't drop it
coldness on the tongue anticipated
but still not ready for just how cold
something can be in contrast to
the baking sun on the back of your
neck, mission complete ritual satisfied
until you hear again the Pied Piper
like chimes of Greensleeves outside
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 5:25 PM UTC
not everyone can see love
smiling in the eyes
it's a trick
given as a treat
to those who dare
to fall in love
Dec 28, 2022
Dec 28, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC
Butterscotch for me
The best as you will see
So brown and sweet
A masterful treat
With flavor flowing free
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 11:40 AM UTC
a frosting-filled slice
eaten one day is a treat -
fluffy, sweet, luxurious.
eaten every day -
nails encrusted with frosting,
cloying, drained, decayed.
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 9:36 PM UTC
Come hither, Dear Hallows Eve
and covet these sickly sweets
till porcelain heaves
poor uvula cleaved,
by Sir Grim Reaper’s teeth—
till eyes do burst
like pop rocks cursed
upon the ghost’s white sheets.
Come hither, Dear Hallows Eve.
Come forth, This Villain’s Night,
fair ghouls, you need not hide
and spectres: don’t be shy!
deliver your joyous frights
the witches do abide—
unearth your tombs;
prepare the brooms
and sweep across the sky
on this Villain’s Night.
Come now, Halloween!
hear October’s screams;
the heart’s curdled beat
against my haunted dreams
from which the darkness seeps.
You call me sick
you cry out “trick”
but still I stick to treat—
Yes!
Come now, Halloween!
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
When I think back now to when I was little (to when I was young)
The words "I love you" I don't think were ever spoken, not in our house anyway (now I could be wrong)
It would have been something silly to say
That was something you'd only hear in a Hollywood movie
Between glamorous movie stars, glamorous people
It wasn't part of our reality
If you were feeling anxious about something and needed comforting
You'd be told not to worry, that you were being silly
You'd be given a hug maybe or 'a treat' something nice
Usually something sweet, a biscuit and a hot cup of sugary tea or cocoa
A chocolate sweet if there were any
You'd be allowed to stay up late and watch the late shows on TV
Me! I was always a terrible worrier just like my Mom
Food most often was the comforter, the soother, the remedy to all
(Some say our relationship with food is the closest relationship we ever have in Life).
Yea! I don't think the words "I love you" were spoken where we grew up
Our parents they loved us as best they could
But they didn't have the words, the words to say it
It was strange...it was almost like they were forbidden to.
Of course, you could love your neighbor alright and your neighbor's neighbor
And your neighbor's neighbors neighbor's neighbor
And all the feckin' neighbors in the whole feckin' world
But the one thing you couldn't, you mustn't do
Was love yourself, this was the Big No No, the Big taboo, the Great Evil
It was the one thing you must never do,
And every Sunday at church, the priest way up on his pulpit
He'd never tire of telling us
How evil and selfish and bad the Self was
And all the bad things it got up to
Yea, your neighbor was always better than you were
Put your neighbor above yourself always
Love your neighbor and you'd be alright
That was the message loud and clear.
2
So, so we got treats instead of words of love when we were little
On Friday nights when Dad would come home from work and the pub
He'd always have with him lovely Apple Turnover buns
And a bag of crisps for each of us
And so, we'd all sit there together in the evening in front of the telly
After the maelstrom of the school week with its lessons and scary teacher
Trying so hard to understand and get your homework done,
And despite all we'd laugh and enjoy the TV shows
And this... this was Love, us all just sitting there with our buns and munching our crisps just watching the TV together
Knowing we belonged and that we were loved kind of...as best they could
And that we had a couple of days off, days of freedom
Before we'd have to go back to school again,
It didn't get any better than this.
And when we'd be going down the country to see our Uncle John
My Dad would always stop off to visit a pub
And he'd get us a Club orange and a packet of crisps
It couldn't get any better than this... this was Love
The lovely sweet taste of that fizzy Club orange juice
And those wonderful salty cheese and onion flavoured (potato) crisps or maybe salt and vinegar flavour
Or later on, lovely smokey bacon flavour,
As we'd sit there Dad would be talking to the barman or some of the locals
But we didn't care what was being said, it didn't matter to us
It didn't get any better than this
This was heaven... this was Bliss.
Sometimes during the summer months before we could get summer jobs
Maybe it'd be raining outside and we'd be stuck indoors and bored
But then Mum would up and say "I know I'll make some chips"
Now Mum's chips were really something special, they'd be lovely big chunky potato chips, hand cut
And maybe she'd have beans in tomato sauce with them,
And maybe there'd be a good film on in the afternoon
Well, this was it, nothing could top that, a good film and a plate of Mum's big chunky chips and beans
Sometimes she'd even make these lovely mince beef pies
With minced beef and flour and onions, salt and pepper on them
And they were really something else
It couldn't get any better than this... and this... this was Love
(I can still remember the kind of meals we ate
And my Mum in the kitchen, and my Dad).
3
It's how people grow up in the end I suppose
They find someone inspiring, some teacher or book that makes a strong impression on them (if their lucky)
Or a partner who broadens their horizons, makes them question things and expands their vision of life and all its wondrous possibilities
But what if you don't find those good books, those inspiring teachers
Those voices that'd offer you a better vision of tomorrow and what this life could be
What if you only found bad books, bad books purporting to be good
That'd rob you and leave you lost and desolate, fearful and confused
What if some of your teachers turned out to be alcoholics
That some even done away with themselves
What if the people you met were even more lost than you were yourself...
And you'd go to a job interview and the man, he'd look at you and say
"So, what are your aspirations in Life, what are your values, your goals, where do you see yourself a few years from now ?"
And you'd look back at him blankly, Aspirations! Values! Goals!
What are these words, what's he talking about...
What am I looking for in Life ?
To have some fun I suppose...maybe (if having fun was still legal now as an adult)
Fun!!! Whatever that was now ?
Or to get drunk and stay drunk, escape this grim world I'm in somehow
What am I looking for ?
You tell me...I don't know, what is there
For all I knew I may as well have said
"A Club orange and a packet of crisps".
4
Now the faces they have all faded away, the voices too, have all gone
There's only me here alone in this room
It's Friday evening and I've got a readymade dinner from the supermarket
Just need to pop it in the oven for a few minutes
And I got a Dvd from the Dvd store,
So I sit there and eat my dinner, I savour every bite
But still it doesn't last very long
And I can lick my plate but it doesn't make any difference
I can lick it all I like
But I can't make it last, and I can't bring them back again
Those people that are gone;
And the food, it doesn't taste the same, doesn't taste as good as it tasted back then
And the movies too, their not like the ones we used to watch...
When I die it'll probably be like that movie Citizen Kane, at the end his last words "Rosebud"
The name of his beloved childhood sleigh
He used slide on in the snow,
I'll say on my death bed "I too have a memory of Love and Joy, Yea!
A Club orange and a packet of crisps".
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
Chocolate cakes from Cocoa beans
Vanilla cream from vanilla beans
Strawberries and small berries
Blueberries and raspberries
Juice made in squeeze machines
Put into pretty canteens
Sugary frosting and treats
Made into lovely sweets
Lemon cakes with lemon flakes
Powdered sugar sift on cakes
Apple and berry pies
A feast for the eyes
In the oven, they all rise
~20/4/21
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
They once said that "a piece of cake, is a slice at the beginning your life"...
But is that even true...at the very most end of the spectrum, from which your heart beckons too the very mind that surpluses the very objects (from which is can't find itself in the mess of truthful results), that begin to truly shame the result of even trying to piece things together, time after time...?
NO!
Which are exactly why things don't need to be remembered from right off the bat.
That's because a piece of cake is the truthfully defining reach from which we can't solve the very most bottom remedy from straight out from under our very heartstrings. Heartstrings in the very form of how our very life began. When you were too busy fighting objections too win over your very mind's eye (at the very center of opportunity itself)!
Basically, the very end results, begin with a single fraction of those very "to-do" list heartstrings...that don't truly account for the most interesting of logical finds. Simply put, it literally calls forth (the very claim of one's own arrival) at the very hands of remembering what it was truly like too live again!
Except, when you tasted the very cake that belonged deep in your own heart.
And a heart that is truly beginning anew, again. But with a twist, you see....
Nothing is really the same, after from which you taste this newly found piece of cake, that slices off one end of its own self...and disregards the rest, after the final aftertaste had reclaimed it's own glory.
This is mostly because you think you feel what the mind's eye REJECTS the claim like a chronic storm of results for the such displeasurable spectrum.
Now you know when you slice a piece of cake at the very end of one's own life, and take that slice at the very beginning newly found account...for it is a truly newer start at the very beginning of something entirely new.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
Some people don’t want to accept love
They deny it and won’t even thank you for it
Love is a part of respect
Respect for people around you
Respect for people who where there for you
Respect for people who are there for you
Respect for people who never stopped respecting you
Respect everyone how you want to be treated
Everybody has an impact on feelings of others
Make a good impact
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
Some may say that the greatest treat in life is candy;
the temptation of its sweetness longingly lingering on the tongue,
an unsung reliever.
But temptation itself is the only true greatest treat;
the red heat carried through all senses,
marked as the sweetest sin.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
"Treat others the way you want to be treated."
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I've been trying for a while now.
I'm very nice.
All the time.
I swear I'm friendly with everyone.
No one's paying much attention.
No one's ever paid attention.
Some people think of me as a pushover now.
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So.
I'll still do it.
I'm going to be nice.
I am nice.
But I'll stop treating them better.
Better than I treat myself.
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That quote's missing something.
It should be more like:
"Treat others the way you want to be treated...but treat yourself more often and better, so you don't end up hating yourself. And everyone around you."
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That's it.
Thank you.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
well
I met someone
he's nice to me;
you never treat me nice
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
suddenly, up out from his hole, the lizard crawled
crawled and wriggled over the dirt searching for it's prey
the prey that would sustain him for the rest of his life
he didn't know that it would be his final meal
he didn't know that behind that cactus stood a roadrunner
a roadrunner, who delights in savory lizard treats right from the desert floor
he had no chance...
the cycle of life circles on as the roadrunner scurries away with the lizard dangling from its beak
Brian Hill - 2020 # 176
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
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Treat of rich, airy goodness
Lacquered with butter
Flaky crust, honey comb core
Golden brown crescent
With honey or jam
Taste of nuts
Crunch!
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
He said ' Your lips taste like strawberry' on our first night out when we kissed.
I begin to wonder if he still uses that line with her.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
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Golden, flaky, butter crust
Peeled bramley apples
Cored, sliced, sprinkle sugar, salt
Kiss of cinnamon
Flour and lemon
Flute edges
Bake!
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
I love you very much
Why?
Because you are so good to me
I feel it in my heart
Yes, you are very beautiful
Yes, you are very ****
But it is the way that you treat me - that make me love you so much
/D
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC