"cadbury" poems
Handbag~ 1994
exam timetable
£5 from my Mum
shiny key for the front door
fresh-mint chewing gum
Handbag~ 1998
keys for work
keys for home
£20 and a bit of change
photo of my best mate
and a bloke that's twice my age
lipstick~ lacy knickers
condoms~ ID card
ticket for a bus to town
UV sparkly stars
Handbag~ 1999
keys for work
keys for home
spare key for his flat
condoms~ contraceptive pills
No.7 powder-ivory/matt
VISA/Delta debit card
paper
gel ink pens
number of a bloke
who says our love
will never end
Handbag~ 2000
keys for work
keys for home
key for the gas meter
Teletubbies picture book
list of baby-sitters
new mobile phone
herbal teething gel
lipstick~ Anadin
vanilla impulse body spray
children's Nurofen
photo of my baby boy
really tiny socks
under-eye concealer
secret stash of chocs
Handbag~ 2002
keys for work
keys for home
pull-back-and-go car
baby wipes
mobile phone
estate agents' cards
picture of my little boy
list of things to do
Boots own brand pregnancy test
both windows coloured blue
Handbag~ 2005
keys for home
card from work
tissue full of tears
photo of my boy in school
that shows his gappy teeth
photo of my baby girl
and one of both of them
a ring that used to be my Mum's
Pro-Plus~ Diazepam
Handbag~ 2009
keys for work
keys for home
one SLIM~FAST bar
one Cadbury's wrapper
Haribo~ Calpol~ tissues
assorted Disney plasters
treasured stones~ special shells
sand and bits of twig
money to buy ice creams
photos of my kids
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
Black soot
Shrivelled up Cadbury
wrapper eyes
You were not my antidote
You turned a balanced
happy
friendly
spice 'n' all things nice girl
into a hermit with
bloodied fingers, a
self-destructive narcissist
(or did you just
coax her out of her shell)
well
I quit on you
the ****** is the **** spoon
your prose the lighter
your hips the dealer
my heart the coffin.
I cried
I cry
I will cry
Over your constellation swamps
Housing crocodiles
Water-borne diseases
and piranhas
I am naive;
I think my youth protects me.
My youth enslaves me.
Binds me in paper chains.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
The bar behind the theatre was nearly empty apart from a couple of gay boys.
Well, it was a gay bar, so no ******* surprise there.
I glanced at the fat one and decided, 'No thank you very much,'
as I have noticed fat people often smell unpleasantly,
maybe it's the sweat trapped between their ********** that does it.
But the other one was very cute and I decided I would have him.
In those days, it was regarded as 'de rigeur' to buy a lad a lager and lime
before dragging him home with you for some nookie,
so I coughed up for a half pint with charm and grace.
Sadly, he was no great shakes in the conversational stakes,
but was I after intellectual stimulation? No, I ******* wasn't.
Anyway, once I'd checked his passport to ensure he was over-age
(no one wants any ******* trouble from the bigoted morality squad)
I dragged him back to my elegant bachelor orgy-pad
and stripped him off to investigate his lithe little body;
a nice smooth little **** and a reasonably clean ****
What more can you want from a one night stand?
After a bit of a damp snog and a good old *****
I lubed him up and gave his *** a right good poking.
He moaned a bit, but then who wouldn't moan,
with seven and a half inches of thick gristle shoved
all the way up their sphincter? I know I would.
After I had filled his rear end with love juice a couple of times,
I felt that kicking out was the name of the game.
Generously, I gave him a half-crown for his bus fare
as he said he was a bit short of cash, being unemployed.
It was the least I could do, as he had three miles to go home,
and it was raining cats and ******* dogs outside.
After he'd left, I checked out the bed sheets (as you would)
and was irritated to find a few skidmarks there,
or they may have been where I wiped my fingers
after having eaten a bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk.
A quick sniff confirmed my worst suspicions though.
'Ah well, true love always comes at a price', I reflected,
as I scraped the worst bits off with a nail file.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
I'm a Hush marshmallow
Silky sunshine yellow
far from moony mellow
spelling spells of Hello
Risisng above the Hill
Just behind the mill
with much love to spill
giving you a thrill
from your window sill
I'm a ***** flight
of non stop delight
Naughty grown up child
playing husky wild
On a dusky night
I'm your cadbury
almond joy candy
Red soft jelly bean
box of A.B.C
Caramel nut me
I'm all you could think
I'll be your everything
Just to see you smile
Just to hear you sing
Rainbows I shall bring
You're my cuddly bear
full of tender care
with a hug to share
Tender soft whisper
Ripe and pulpy pear
You're the one i miss
with hot lips to kiss
You're a life of bliss
Passion flame of hiss
Sweet sugary delicous
You're my sandwich lunch
with that crispy crunch
I'm your Cuchi munch
You're my fruity punch
Handsome Honey Bunch
You're my sunshine man
Hundred out of ten
I'm your sol fun girl
a Rich Oyster's pearl
I'm your best pen fan.
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
#*Chocolates have tasted many
Dark bitter white
Candied and sweet
Local
And from different parts of the
World
Loved them all ,when I ate them
Yet
One, I love the most
Is Cadbury’s Dairy Milk
Unwrapping the purple-golden wrapper
The aroma sweet
Melts in the mouth always a lovely treat
Sweet memories of childhood it brings many
Of sharing the love and care*#
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
Our friends called you a ghost,
But you were always a dove to me,
Hanging back, voice low,
A quiet presence
Or unnoticed absence.
But then you were that but at my side,
Consistently, and often,
A warm weight at my elbow
Pressed tight on too-small couches
Looking at my folded hands
At intervals throughout the movie,
And my breathing was artifice,
Exaggerated,
So every intake touched my arm to yours.
And I was surprised to hear you laugh
When you rarely had before
And I could pretend it was me at your side
That made it so;
I was still young enough to be
Distracted by the thought of kissing,
And you were so,
So distracting.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
I remember when I was a little kid
Easter used to be a big thing
We used to eat our cadbury eggs
Paint our boiled eggs the day before
And we would go out and hunt
Once they had set the day before
We used to go to the sunday masses
That would teach about Easter
And of course Peter Cottontail
Would be once again hopping down that bunny trial
But somehow it always seemed funny to me
Even as a child
That somehow a bunny was supposed to lay eggs
And somehow little chickens were involved
Somehow it had something to do with jesus
And that we were supposed to be honoring him
By painting easter eggs
And opening up our easter egg baskets
Now that I am older
I don't really celebrate it as much
I am caught between the crossroads
Of childhood the fun and glee it used to hold
And the part of me that thinks about these things way too much
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
Sometimes I'll hear your footsteps
in the empty hallway
And your laughter
in the vacant living room
I'll smell your perfume
in the musty closet
And feel your wit
in the silent dinnertime gloom
Sometimes I'll wait for your smile
Standing at the gate at 2:45
And wonder what you're doing, how you're feeling,
and what you cooked last night
So I'll call you up after office hours
but there's nothing to say
Still, just listening to the silence between us
is enough to make my day
I'll lament over the memories we can't make
and the inside jokes we'll never know
The premiers we're missing out on
The feelings I'll never show
I know you're doing your best
to protect and shield me always
but all I really want is
a Cadbury and a protective embrace
Because I want to hug you
all the time, everyday
And not just when we're saying goodbye
before you get into your car and drive away
Happy Father's Day.
© Copyright
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
If I had to
I would paint him like this;
His hair thick streaks, shielding
Hidden face, arms placed protectively
about a shield of strings, his
fingers float out joy.
My Boy
Lies immersed in his own
Invisible sound,
Happiness hidden, and found,
Underground.
Silence Sings Out Loud.
I would paint him like this.
If I had to
I would paint her like this;
Her hair tangled in a golden kiss
against the mischief of her
face, all sorrow erased
by half moons of mirth
Hands of Nurture placed
deep in the Earth.
In stability she is
free, in life
she is re-born,
eternally stubborn.
I would paint her like this.
If I had to
I would paint them like this;
Colours clashing to complete
the cadbury brown of hair,
Blue and Red swirling and
stairing their way down
to Purple.
If I were to paint them, I'd
create a staple of
a third and final
canvas.
Both Him & Her,
Boy and Girl,
complete
_ _
This is their
similarity.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
They told me that I need to let you go
No one wants us together
-- I think they want you for themselves
You are my best friend
Since I can remember
Life without you
Doesn't seem real
Rattling in tubes, pressing onto my tongue, melting down my throat
Hard, smooth on my fingers,
Flecking onto my face while I lick the cold
Bins meant for days, I devour in one
Bars meant for friends, I do not share
I never blamed you when the shakes came
& my life fell apart
You were my savior -- I thought
You took care of me, warmed my heart
You and I, never alone
No one understands us
Some accept us, yet they raise
An eyebrow at my appearance
I am an anomaly for dating you
Your other suitors didn't look so well
I pride myself in that
Though I hide our happy facade
I never thought you'd do this to me
I thought you loved me
But you love that I love you
& you care nothing about my pain
Yet -- I can't
I can't let you go
I love you too much
Every day I try but you are so close
You are right there
You ask me to love you and I cave
In a false security, a black hole I know I will suffer from
In only mere minutes
Our time together is too magical to give up
But only a matter of time until I --
No, I cannot dream of it
You will treat me right one day
& we will be happy together
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
As he sat at the table , eating his fish
A warm fire burned nearby.
She sat on the sofa somewhere nearby
wondering if all she could do was cry.
As the nostalgic feeling came and went,
she remembered the days they used to spend,
He would let her climb on his back,
and they would walk here, there and that.
She remembered the way they used to be,
He was her all, her meant to be.
What hurt her now more than before
was the way he saw her , loving her no more.
It is true, she say, I messed up
but is forgiveness never enough?
And So as she lie here in the arms
of an angel to keep her safe and warm,
She cried once more and took a bite
of a sweet sweet Cadbury chocolate and
stared into the night........
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Just like the recent change of the emerald favorite to the bitter taste of coffee,
the battering gale force winds hammering on the door,
as it screeches to be let in, as it wails of its sorrow.
Reminiscent of the innate excitement of the jiggle of bells,
and half eaten carrots and an emptied glass of whiskey
the passing of casserole dishes full to the brim to borrow.
Knocks on the door loud and swift
kettle boiling and the offering of chocolate sweets all wrapped up in their shiny rainbow wrappings,
Nothing but good wishes and hope for the New Year.
But, what of last years resolutions?
The faded floral wallpaper is still peeling, and cuts that wounded just down to the marrow have not healed.
A ****** bandaged seeping fear.
Change you arrive when planned or as unexpected as the snow in Summer.
You tap on our windows,or you blast through the panes like dynamite
Exploding.Damaging. Injuring.
In a split second you find yourself cracking open a rounded blue tin
to discover a surprise,a green coffee sweet
for better or for worse in this small little ways the world changing.
Changing.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
I always told my friends to think of words as chocolate
When someone writes beautiful things
It's Galaxy, it's Cadbury's to me
You hold them on your tongue and you savour
You want more, it's sheer gluttony,
But people applaud you for that,
You don't get fat on words,
People won't judge you when you sneak downstairs late at night for a midnight snack of words.
You're still a size 12 when you've overdone it on the words.
And poetry? Well that's the best chocolate there is.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
BuzzFeed, Twitter, Facebook, & Hello Poetry
Hockey games, Cross Country stats, & Big Gulps
45 computer screens, 8 light fixtures, Google Earth, & stock board
Squeaking and stomping, should I close the door?
Hard to hear what's under the mustache from back here
Candy, gold fish, green tea, raisins, ****** pretzels,
& I should've brought a Cadbury creme egg
There's a ******* screen in front of my face...
Lots of scrolling, so distracting
That knuckle crack was really loud, oops.
He says be realistic aka don't think you'll get your dream
Oh yes, I will -- I laugh inside
I'm not like you.
My nail biting is loud and it's gotten bad this semester
So bad that teachers think I'm raising my hand to speak
I shake my head, no, rosy cheeks, hot face, let me just eat my nails please.
I don't know what I'd do without my parents because they know everything about surviving...
& Tumblr too
Why are you putting your footprint on a school computer?
I remember when we wanted to live in this area because we loved our families so much -- sacrifice for school systems, families, and safety blankets
The skin on my nose, it burns from tissue overdose
Thank god for Vaseline - feels good on the surface
What's it like to have a student loan?
What the hell are these yellow stains on my sweatshirt -- looks like pollen
My house is for sale
"You tell me life isn't that hard"
"Will you stand above me? Look my way, never love me?"
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I love my morning coffee,
It is hot and strong,
Like a firm handshake or a warm hug first thing in the morning,
It gives me the masculine strength to start the day and venture into the life of a parent raising a son.
The aroma is familiar and friendly,
One that takes me back to my days at university – the first round I mean.
When time was flexible, and it was ok to live on porridge and rice for five days, and then smoked salmon and cadbury’s chocolate on when I got paid, because there was always someone to buy the next beer.
In that four bedroom shared house, with guests every night, I drank my coffee black, because the milk was always out. Come to think of it, the toilet paper was often out too… so I kept a secret stash.
These days, I add a dollop of thick cream to my coffee in the morning for richness and indulgence,
It whisks me off to a place of my dreams – Pari
Where I imagine myself in flowing skirts, and bright red lipstick
As I laugh loudly to jokes spoken in beautiful **** French by tall handsome men,
Here I can speak French, laugh in French, make love in French and I am honoured as the beautiful Aussie goddess I am.
I’m not sure where said 8 year old is whilst I am in France … I guess he is there riding his bike with the locals and whatever 8 year olds do… but he is not sipping my coffee.
I drink my morning coffee from a great big mug with painted dragon flys on it,
The dragon flys reminds me, everyday is new beginnings,
A chance to transform what was before,
To sore high and far,
And that nothing is ever stuck in one place.
As I towards the end of my cup,
I swirl the coffee and the cream back together,
The temperature has dropped,
The taste is not as strong,
But the impact on my day is for ever, as I return to my place and my life to hear the words ‘mum, what’s for breakfast’.
I love my morning coffee.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
You were so fine,
the way your lips
intertwined with mine,
so genuine,
it was indeed
unadulterated bliss.
I wish
I could taste
your beautiful kisses again.
For they were purer
than the freshest lemonade,
more intoxicating
than applejack moonshine,
sweeter
than a Cadbury chocolate fish.
I need...
uhhhh,
I want to kiss you
badly.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
I saw your heart before I knew its colour.
You remind me of Cadbury's dark chocolate
The one that always calls out to customers
Even when they pretend it's not there.
Brown eyes..the colour of brown sand
Dark yet soft, closed yet looking at me
Sleepy circles of brown.
Your eyes called out to me
And like one in love with chocolates
I answered.
Now brown is my favourite colour.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
Sat in the flat
On the door I heard a tap
Cadbury chocolate appears
It must be thursday
Andrew's here.......
Thinking what to do
I thought I'd show him a poem or two
Looking aound
The poems we found
We had a look
but they were not in a book
On line they were
The words on the screen were there
Maggie said Lets make a rhyme
Andrew answered
Yes that will be fine
Some words from you
A few bits from me
Now it is time
For a cup of tea
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
Eating Cadbury's chocolate handed
to you by sultry Amazons as you
float gently down the river Seine
in Paris while accompanying Frenchmen
in berets gently play their harmonium
thingy as the younger Brigitte Bardot
lets her blond hair tumble gently over
your face as she softly hums in your
ear songs by Smokey Robinson,
& meanwhile Hendrix's long sweet jam
Voodoo Chile blasts from enormous
banks of speakers being towed alongside
by Viking longboats crewed by Republican
politicians & overseen by the ladies of
***** riot now free from the prison cells
of Siberia,
as Tommy Cooper performs magic tricks
& near extinct animals, birds & insects
mate freely among floating clouds of
vapoury spring dew,
while deliciously gorgeous Thai ladyboys
slowly peel grapes for me before setting
off in a fluttering cloud to use their wiles
& charms on Republican conventioneers,
as you relax & smoke ***** & share a
hot-tub with God.
Joy.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
Title : i don't love you,
I LOVE YOU!
Poet : Phyll
Genre : Love/Confession/
Dedication/True-Love
Year : 2018
P/Sw No. : Unlimited Edition
I don't love you,I LOVE YOU!
As Authored By Phyll
Triciah Babe,
Sorry but i can't do this any longer.
I can't live with this guilt inside me,
So today i choose to confess to you,
Hope you'll find it easy in your heart to forgive me for having lied to you all this while.
It's today i choose to tell you that;
I don't love you!
All this while,
I've lived to think that i loved you.
But with what you've shown me,
I just can't continue to love you
You don't deserve to settle for less,
For you are an angel.
And angels like you,
Don't deserve to be half loved.
Please,
Forgive me for what am about to tell you next,
I just can't hide it any more,
And since you're far I'll text.
How i hope you'll not judge,
For you are my choco fudge.
Just so you know,
I can feel it deep inside my heart,
It's so huge and real.
I think the cage in my heart isn't big enough to accommodate it,
But some I'll paste into actions,
So that none goes to waste and am sure you'll love the taste.
Sorry for loving you,
Which was half love for sure,
Like the size of a calf.
But Instead,
I should have LOVED you,
Which is so full,
But i was a fool.
And so from today;
My moonlight in the dark you'll be.
It's no longer a secret,
Cause i want to say;
I LOVE YOU Triciah.
Much more than a love song,
You are the lace that ties me,
For am the shoe.
Without your heart my love,
I'm nothing much more than a sad song.
I see a brighter future for us,
projected deep in your eyes, whenever i look into your eyes,
Come on now and follow my lead,
And let's cover our love with a lid,
And save it for our future kid.
Any girl like you deserves a gentle man.
So be my Queen,
But sorry,
I won't be your King,
But your servants for life,
I wish to be,
For i want to always do you right,
Just for our love to remain tight,
And cuddle every night,
After a pillow fight.
Triciah my love,
I can't deny the fact that,
You're more than a dream come true,
For i never thought I'd be right for you,
But you've proven that together we can fly high than a kite,
And see our haters in the size of a mite.
Without you babe,
I Phyll feel broke.
No doubt that I'm half,
Cause I'm incomplete without you.
But with you sweetie,
I'm fully whole,
Much more than the whole milk.
Full without even a single hole,
For haters to plunge a pole.
Without you my Cadbury,
I'm torn,
And aggressive than the storm.
I just can't compare you,
Not to anything in this world.
You are priceless sweetheart,
Not even diamond nor gold,
Can compare,
To how worthy you really are.
I have a wish to make;
I want to wake up every morning to your sweet face my Queen.
So please,
Be my better half,
And forever you I'll have,
Always by my side,
For i want you,
And only you Triciah.
Mob love baby love
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
COPYRIGHT BY PHYLL
DEDICATED TO MS.PHYLL
[email protected]
+254704183858
(C)2018.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
the european concern, these days, is to utilise words: without an allahu akbar conviction... how certain is this: hollowing-out of language... before a meaning of life is attested, it's the truancy of meaning in language that's worth being investigated... how pulverising is this: hollowing out of words... and whichever word might denote ethnic antagonism: i utilise as shallow ventures, drowning face-down in a puddle... that's not me: about to start a ku klux manifesto... these days it's really about excuses... how best to excuse oneself from the fact that: we think we're living in a village (given the internet), but in fact: this metropolis, gargantuan, is choking us... on the daily basis of being congested, constipated: in a commute. me? sometimes itchy for a verbal-diarrhoea.
it was an experimental procedure....
in south wales, Glasbury,
i was the sole white boy
sitting with the Cadbury crew...
subsequent reasoning follows:
what are the boundaries of language,
and what's the standard etiquette?
a reaction, i guess:
people at s.o.a.s. saying you shouldn't
read Kant.
**and if language can't cushion
violence...
if language can't cushion violence...**
and if language is subjected to the many
internet little hitlers and snowflakes...
i might just be sued for
copyright infringements when i use any
word of my liking...
sooner or later it'll all look a bit like:
the A to Z... with © before every word.
language is supposed to cushion violence...
if this motto is disavowed...
alt-right neo-con
and when my ethnicity was
compared to rats...
i'd like to hear jazz from
auschwitz... or the blues...
or rap, for that matter...
are cruel as it sounds, there was no extermination
procedure with the blacks in america...
someone evidently spoke of basketball
breakdance and all that african cool...
now we can say: african-american,
shame we can't say mohawk the same way...
culinary problems...
the reds didn't use enough spices
and craft the taj mahal broth...
and if my ancestors were a bunch of
*************
no wonder news outlets speak of
premature depression among the post-colonial
children of this hue.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
My Pantry
I panicked in the storm, afraid
nothing to bargain or trade
sustenance or reprieve
bewildered and bereaved
to acquire or do without
I walked for miles in doubt
through the tempestuous skies
I looked at the field behind my eyes
I circled around and found
my pantry still abound
the sheesham shelves were old
the walls covered in mold
a smiling monsoon
coconut ladoos likened to the moon
stolen biscuit jars
they’d travelled from afar
half eaten cadbury’s bars
reminiscent of sibling wars
jars of kindness
marmalade bitter and timeless
pickles of surprise
cakes made of rice
curiosity in spice caddies
an old healer of maladies
my fears left me to wander
my will now fed and stronger
I had no reason to despair
my pantry overflowing, I had so much to share
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
Mr Cadbury (Hershey's)
Left me wanting more
But they did not have my size
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
overground ticket office closures - 30.09.18
welcome to draconian
just like poetry and criticism
jump barrier at the road caledonian
no staff on shop floor or camera crew doing voyeurism.
don't be fooled
cuts will travel benefit
vigilantes are getting up tooled
taking full advantage of deficit.
beggars and scammers are like cadbury
they are a good receiver
going to waterloo to direct to canonbury
poetry not going well with arriva.
51 stations are to be closed
not going to dent or groove
barnsbury is next to be exposed
for benefit to no paying customers it will improve.
RMT not wanting to slash
they no ticket officers play a crucial role
begging sadiq khan is **** cash
we need a human not a machine with no sole.
welcoming to the best ever city
machines are on and automatic
back to humans queen did sing with no pity
ahead of times proves so graphic.
will share my views
travelwatch get poetry online
i will be first to break the news
ticket office closures is transportation decline.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC