#treats
When the sun looks out,
and the flowers hold themselves high
When the heat spikes hard,
and the breeze is absent
When the children run and play all day,
when the sun beats down never giving way
When school is out,
summer comes to play
The flowers bloom bright,
and rocks pave way
When yards show green to the eye all day,
this is when summer comes to play
When icy treats come out,
and vacation reaches height
When locations fill,
and business booms
Summer comes to play,
when the plants thrive
And the animals graze,
when workers busy themselves
This is when summer comes to play,
when pools swarm
And sunburns thrive,
there's joy in the sky
When summer plays,
all is fun
With joyous sounds and happy faces,
with tasty smells
This is when summer comes to play
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
My sweet treat of choice,
Was a nice ice coffee.
But now nothing compares,
To the Cup o' Joe shade of your hair,
And the sugary taste of your lipstick.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
Love letters and flowers, sweets and treats
It's all wasted money and time
She belongs to the streets
She was never "mine"
Left her scent on many sheets
Simple as a glass of wine
Line as long as 20 meet 'n greets
A free-for-all free for all, small of her back there's even a sign
How'd I miss that...?
Does love actually make you blind?
©2024
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 1:57 AM UTC
(Senryus)
I've never had a
new years kiss, or an under
the mistletoe kiss.
But I have had
Hersey's kisses - which I think
are spectacular!
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
Soft light plays on
my shameless, lipstick rouged
lips - it's a party.
I hear OverDoz
advocating a “last kiss”
somewhere in the night.
Some faces always
find a favorable light
- like the movie stars.
He’s gorgeous, with a
new iPhone-like appeal
- the consensus choice.
I’m looking through glass
at a candy I can’t hope
for this Halloween.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
Sweet treats just for me
I need to get some money
Sweets, they are not free
Sweets treats just for me
To the shop, I run so fast
Don't stop to think, go
Sweets treat just for me
Eyes look through the glass
Curly wurly yum
Cola bottles yum
Sherbert dip is so delish
Too much sugar, sick.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
I dip my index finger into a cold butterscotch pudding,
closing my eyes as i bring it to my warm lips and a burst of surprising flavors enter onto my taste buds.
Sweet, Caramel oh so creamy....this is why i love my pudding.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
Burning fire which blazed so bright
dimming down now, ashen.
Embers.
Forgiving.
Patient.
Latent energy spent to sustain warmth.
I carry your spirit within flesh and thought.
Essence in paradox.
Water
gently explaining its journey from the sky.
Each drop expressing pleasure and purpose.
Stopping to say hello;
sizzling; tapping craniums; returned.
All my friends are within me this night
and give
stillness.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
I run into a forest with fudge and green frosting trees.
In there I find squirrels made of cheesecake grey sesame.
The acorns are made of candy hard root beer.
Twigs made of cinnamon to my feet adhere.
The ground has bunches of lime gummy grass.
I saw a rabbit of white chocolate run past.
The foot prints were of cocoa divine.
This forest is filled with deserts that seem mighty fine.
I come to a river filled blue raspberry jelly.
That will surely adhere to my belly.
What am I to do with all these treats?
Is it time to run or do I have time to stop and eat?
I see birds made of cookies and cream.
Is this a terrifying nightmare or a beautiful dream?
The snow falls powdered sugar flutters.
Whoops, stepped in droppings made of peanut butter.
Maybe from a chocolatey brown bear.
Just as tame as that white chocolate hare.
I guess I am getting out of here.
All the sugary stuff that will adhere.
Hopefully I do not attract those.
They are red hot fire ants near a cream filled rose.
Though I finally leave.
What just happened I could not believe.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
Evil old witch,
Evil old witch,
I see you bad ugly evil old witch.
You tried to shove me in that evil old oven of yours but I was much to quick, you fat ugly evil old witch.
You tried to feed me frosting and treats but I spat them all back out at you, toot sweet.
I hate you, I hate you!
I scream at that evil old witch, I hope your house goes stale soon, you fat evil ugly old witch!
I hope you get entombed within that ugly old house of treats.
Your a evil old witch,
Your a evil old witch,
I hope the forest trees fall on top of you and your crumy gingerbread house too.
I'll be back,
I'll be back,
Then we will see who pushes who! You fat ugly evil old witch I really hate you!
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
You hear scary growling under your bed?
It's not the Boogeyman, just the neighbor's German Shepard that wants dog treats.
And maybe a steak bone to go with it. Medium rare would be preferred
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
*Halloween
Is getting ever closer dear
Rest your pretty little head
And lay out the treats
For all the tricks you'd prefer to miss
While I purge the night away!*
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
The story of a tiny gift, half chewed and fear-stained
Left on the alter outside the back door:
When first stunned with a slap or a precisely timed
Bite, a vigil is held -- wings twitch and flutter.
With a curious tilt, widened eyes record
Muscle spasms; calculating the
Flight risk; metering the force of the next
Outburst; prolonging the fun.
A game or performance art?
The victim's peers yell and screech
From the rooftops - do they know
The show is for them?
After few manoeuvres more it matters little
As a tiny neck snaps between missing teeth.
The audience scatters and the corpse is left behind
As an offering for those who feed the beast.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
You come to my bed with prose written on your skin
And because of your love stories I let you in.
I would rather have honey than candied treats
And the nature of you makes it twice as sweet.
Your art and your song complete my thoughts
By your candlelight’s glow my heart is taught
To open wide to the possibility of you.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
Morning, a cake sale
Such sugary pleasures here.
Eat, and eat some more.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
You tucked your sugar candy wrapping
with surreptitious dainty dips
and lots of little body wriggles
in between my couch cushions
I found them when I did a clean
amongst a weight of quiet
tight squeezed tears
pushed by love out of sight
shaped in dainty pears
appealing with question shaped
twists and marks from subtle turns
I wish your apple secrets
kept so **** sweet
unwrapped and served
peeled with berries on a plate
in neat dressed shiny mint
response coated lozenges
so I could press that sadness out
and dissolve that reposed tinge
of unsolved hidden hurt
between your sensitive tongue
and my own open heart
I'd throw your cares
that empty wrapper stash
into red liquorice skies
to chew through a dash
of lamp lit tinctures
and catch its splash
in tutti frutti sprays
wet with an array
of well licked flavours
but please keep away
those sticky fingers
look at your paper trail of pink and white
let's follow and pick up each far flung bow
there's a picture on one we can see smoothed out
a part of a boulevard not torn but bright
and it's a bonbon for eyes that dry I'd treat
tucked in a chat upon a couchette
to Paris with you tomorrow night
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
I had hoped to find a sort of love this fall. One that might have kept me warm through the winter.
I had hoped to make treats and nice things for someone who liked me enough to kiss my face.
I had hoped to find someone who would waste Saturdays at home with me watching Netflix.
I had hoped to find someone to pour my heart into- even if only for a moment.
I had hoped to find someone I could write about- someone who would be good to me.
Hoped.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC