"donut" poems
I contemplate
I buy it on aromatic instinct
The fight emerges
Don't eat it!
You're not even hungry!
I sit in my head
While the words debate
The palate ultimately wins
My hands follow orders
The sweet melting chew
Savory icing
Made for my mouth
I close my eyes
Taste buds dance
Pure enjoyment
A moment has escaped me
In my candy land
Until it's gone
A guilty pleasure
Plagued stomach
Churning to
Disappointed intestines
An alien
They don't quite understand
As it has no nutrients or vitamins to absorb
Sending the lipids and sugars
Away to live as fat
Surrounding areas I dislike most
I look in the mirror
And I imagine where that regretful donut went.
© Jl 2016
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
Donuts, o donuts,
Wheat Flour Enriched
Soybean,
Palm and Cottonseed Oil Hydrogenated
Vegetable Oil Partially Hydrogenated
Cocoa Processed with Alkali,
Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate
Sodium Aluminum Phosphate
Aluminum Sulfate
Salt, Dextrose, Soy Lecithin,
Guar Gum, Cellulose Gum, Tapioca Dextrin,
Corn Dextrins, Mono Diglycerides,
Citric Acid, Enzymes,
Natural & Artificial colors & flavors
Sorbic Acid and Sodium Propionate
and Potassium Sorbate
To Retain Freshness:
Eat 'em up yum.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
freckly nose and wrinkly toes (from bath water)
sway, "hey it's good to see you again, how long are you in town?"
"three days,"
even if we don't spend every minute together
just a night of locked hips is enough for me
my belly is soft
you grab my waist in the donut shop
you have an eye ****** but i don't tell you
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Danny drops his broad bottom
back on the seat
beside his wife
at the food court
with 3 donuts for himself
each soaked in oil and fat
and each thick with white sugar coat
*“Danny, why do you eat this stuff…?
That’s all fat, three donuts of fat,”*
moans his wife
“Not really,” says Danny to his wife
who eats lettuce and carrot
and who looks like a knitting needle
*“Fastfood donuts are healthy;
look at the air in the middle -
but no doubt
one has to get through rest of the donut
for sure
but the air in the middle
is pure life-giving health
when one gets there”*
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
roll a cigarette
and check one more time that we got enough
change to get on the bus
share an orange drink
and thouse powder donuts
it began raining five minuets ago
but we didn't even notice
your hands buried inside my jacket
snuggled up to my neck
i'm looking over your head at the road
we come down
pulling a suitcase and chasing fallen leaves
and here it comes just as you fire that cigarette
im tellin ya its magic, light one and the bus will come
we bundle our butts into the very back seat
of your standard smelly old city bus
and you kiss the tip of my nose
i tickle you
they come and go
mister and misses public and all their friends
but your all i see baby
we get home and first thing you do
is go fix your makeup
LOL baby LOL
i think the cat might be the only other soul awake
within a thousand miles
and you got to look good for the cat
kiss the tip of my nose and ill tickle ya
still got a powder donut left
lets frame this puppy and call it my masterpiece
im gonna try baby
we are gonna be ok
i need hope
i need a future
lets make candles
lets make baby bottles
lets make dust bunnies
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
I bought my girls a donut each
To the disgust of the other mothers,
And I watched them **** the sugar from their fingers
And scoop it from their plates to rub it on their lips.
The other kids had half a donut each,
And when they'd finished, they just watched
my daughters lick and chomp and scoop and ****
A whole donut
Because life's too short
And it isn't as much fun
Without the hole.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
looks like another night alone
a heavy eyed boy moving heavy boxes into your home
“i’ll see you tomorrow, love, when the light is new”
never felt as good as waking up next to you
but the way you crawl into my bed each time you come
well both those heavy eyes and i become undone
and you can blame it on things like running away
online, lost and found, reward, posted today
and wanted posters hanging around town
yeah, you’ve been around town
and i’ve been waiting up for you
but lover, i’ve gotta put you down
drink until that mark on your neck starts to fade
purple never looked good on you anyway
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
when i want inspiration to write poetry
i watch a heaving tempest of kisses
they have a better flavor
than cooking shows
what's prettier than pretty pretty
in pigtails
shaking her delicious
derriere whipped Soufflé?
i'm kissing butter princess
witchy ****
spread lickity splits
eating her
with a big wide **** eating grin
like an open face dagwood
whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring
of
Adonis's plumper in paradise
filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue?
ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy
merciless, pa-leazze
fluttered big wet talking eyes
like pools of blue honey
getting it zigged zagged
hard against a redraw mouth
throttling fluted gullet
while eager throat gasps
a symphonic music of the spheres
in relentless staccato chokes
lovin her big devil **** splashing
all gym built wonder-boy
a litter of ****** and tongues
licking pig greedy
rapturous milkshake waterfalls
whimpering
mmmmmm
oooh big daddy
oh my ****** god
pillar of colossus
you Tunisian donut you
pierce me like a spoon
through summer guava
who screams like that eating lunch
but a half ate apricot?
better than a football game
I'd rather take her greek
more fun than math or small talk
preferable to a pat on the back at work
or a ridged procession at a funeral
oh beautiful dark fig
squatting crotch candy
bubbling tapioca ***
queen of
spun sugar ****
all pyrotechnics
and fluttering sinews
if you asked most
do they watch ****
they'd grow smug like a senator
or punch you in the mouth
outwardly high-minded
refusing the blessing of a
video **** parade
of pirouetting vaginas
and glistening areolas
for the glory
of the secret ************ ceremony
the *** moralists
only good for a secret ******
living their lives
with passions submerged
and nothing to confess
except for guilty offerings
as they wander through dreamland shopping malls
wanting to know
Victorias ***** little secret
seduced
but not caressed
by
a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
There was this donut shop.
You took me there on one of our first dates
or whatever you want to call it.
No one has ever taken me to a late night place like that.
it is totally me.
Food.
you knew the way to my heart.
that became one of our places.
overtime we stopped going.
our love for the donut shop sort of faded
I guess our love started to fade too.
I'll never forgive myself.
for the wrongs that I have done.
and neither will you.
but that's okay.
why we thought it would be okay to meet at a place that
held such wonderful memories
to talk about
how we are not together.
to talk about my wrongs
to talk about your rights.
to talk about where we faltered.
and the last time we met,
I told you, you would be okay.
that you would find a love like ours.
and you whispered under your breath
after shaking your head,
"it only took 20 years"
We sat in silence.
and I knew
that it would never be the same ever again.
as much as you love me
as much as I love you
We both knew that it was done.
So we sat a little longer
knowing that neither of us wanted to leave
but knowing that we had too
cause it was better for the both of us.
We said our last goodbye
and held each other once more.
I turned around
door closed and you were gone.
I guess it goes full circle.
where we once loved deeply
it only felt right to end things
where they began.
the donut shop.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
The dreamy sea washed ashore bringing
little bubbles of life to its end
Children splashed and jumped as wave after wave fell in
Bucket and ***** at the ready as castles from the sky
formed from minds in youth and fairy tales
Cream at the ready as grandads cap retreats
crisped from the comfort of his strippy deckchair he waits
Mothers blankets blown from the wind held down by
a shoe to be lost and a stone found yet not cast
These were the days we remember
These are the days we forget
These are the days to be treasured
A fine sad old memory from a past we most had
Ice cream sounds calling at fathers request
Is grandma still yawning from bingo's night fest
a donut for mother all sugared and warm
don't forget Charlie as woof is all heard
A match game of cricket from children about
or footy at lunchtime sweet sand in your mouth
These were the days we remember
These are the days we forget
These are the days to be treasured
A fine sad old memory from a past we most had
Asleep from the sun and a sneaky quick pint
as dad tries to doze be free to unwind
A call for 3 strikes as rounders is found
hear grandad all snoring more cream to be crowned
Tis time for a dip to twinkle your toes
to jump back a mile oh blimey its cold
These are the memories all children should have
a time when no phones when a time wasn't planned
No little computers to spoil the day
just fun and great memories of children at play
A time when your family all joined in the fun
a shame we have lost this to greed and the sun
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 1:33 AM UTC
Today my sister treated me
Yogurt topped with fresh strawberries
and chocolate caviar.
We walked in the midday rain
that fell sideways
Shielded ourselves
with her red-and-white polka dot umbrella.
And the line was long
for donuts
Donuts that I
never cared
about.
And she brought
her blueberry-almond
yogurt.
And my strawberry-chocolate caviar
to our small round table.
And the sun suddenly shined
like summer.
And the line outside
was still long.
But the orange balloons
did not pop
under the watchful
donut sun.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
This I resolute
Salads can't create ****
More bounce to the ounce.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
You're making me cry and I've only just met you
I hate you already
you're too nice
you're too beautiful
you're too funny
you're too perfect
for words
yet I keep wasting them on you
I want to not want you
but I do
I want to kiss you
all over
in your house
in my house
in public
in private
I want to peek at chu from afar
and drink you in when were up close
you smell so good
so so delicious
I could eat you for breakfast
I could sleep in your bed and make you hot cocoa
we could be afraid together
we could laugh and laugh
and laugh
I'm so awkward and
you
are too weird for words
you make no sense
we make no sense
I don't even know you
you don't know the real me
not yet
but you might if you keep this up
this act
it's so convincing
I want to believe you
in all of you and everything you're saying
I think back
and remember
it was so
wonderful
I worshipped that
it's a weakness
you're my weakness
now
I know what you're saying
it's probably not true
you just want it
like everyone's said
I mean I kinda want it too
and your lies are so good
your lies are exemplary
they're better then mine
so I'll play along
I have too
I'm hooked now
don't let me go
don't leave me
keep me here in this fake heaven
this cloud nine
I'm skiing your body with my emotions
I like it so much
I'll smile back
please
please just don't stop smiling at me
I think it will break me.
I'll keep a rag and dust pan handy
I've been told
I'm a fantastic sweeper
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
So it seems donuts are the order today
I'll lay them out like a buffet
You can gorge and feast
Like you're a donut beast
But I'm telling you, you forgot to pay
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
Don’t you like a chocolate?
A foggy morning jog; over the windward side of the snowing hill,
Accompanied by the silence of my lovely girl.
Suddenly a drop; falling from a sky high teak,
Soaking her rose-bud cheek.
Eyes on her cupid’s bow; Were thirsty ‘coz her lipstick frost,
Needing for a lip to moist.
That was the time; I lived up from the day I saw,
This angel, with a dropping jaw.
Came close we two; almost locking a tight lip kiss,
But what made that a chance to miss?!
Confused, my girl; Perplexed by my bizarre act;
Peeping places, I was looking at.
Why did I stop? A Choco Donut shop at left,
The reason for my eyes to shift.
Piercing the bread, I licked the sauces off the knife
What else do I want in life? :P
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
How many steps are in a donut?
How many calories in a mountain?
If only I could climb salad bars
Or scale frozen foods
To the happiness of Candyland
Where the sweetest things
Rise with the sun
Or shoot for the moon
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 3:44 PM UTC
well I come from California
over sixteen years ago
to the green and verdant mountains
to make and peddle dough
I was hired by a family
that were just plain donut dumb
and I pounded out the business
on immigrants worked numb
Baked Fresh Daily !
to hell with labor laws
I don’t believe in overhead
and fairness makes me pause
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
I always get up early. Early, early, early and it’s Saturday morning. So I scooted over to “Donut Crazy” and got myself 12 sugar donuts (and a selection of treats for my suitemates - I’m NOT suicidal.)
At 8am, I’m in the suite common area, on the couch, binging “Ladybug and Cat Noir” on my iPad and I realize that Leong, one of my suitemates, is sipping her coffee and staring at me like I’m a bad pet. I look around to find myself sitting in a shower of confectioners’ sugar speckles.
“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” I disclaim.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC
A good Pi means you can't
Resist, or have a piece
It should be almost
Sensual, to the tongue
But only in the mouth
This Pi is the mind
Which is sensual in itself
But only when you know
The lace is a lattice
Spider webbing a donut
Delicate in design
Intricate, but precise
Pi is of the mind
It's visual representation
Spectrum of colors
Covered the bases
And even a reflection
Of itself, geometric
Colors and mechanics
The Gemini Pi(e)
Is like unto the same
Complexity, Reflecting
Precision, and in that
Expressed in every
Spectrum of color
And delicious
(In the mouth)
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
This morning’s light seemed to blink on,
suddenly, like an urgent message.
It painted the lone, brittle cloud, racing somewhere
warmer, a shocking school-bus yellow.
There’s a -30 degree wind-chill this morning,
my coffee seemed hotter and more comforting.
I usually keep my windows cracked at night
but this air feels aggressive and sharp as a knife.
The quad, usually bustling on weekend mornings,
is empty and the few cars I see are smoking like old steam trains.
I was dreaming of sweets and of walking to “Donut Crazy,”
but that actually would be crazy, if not suicidal.
“Ooo!” I say after digging through the kitchen cupboards, “we have pop-tarts!”
Feb 8, 2023
Feb 8, 2023 at 12:31 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am?
You don't remember these soft drown eyes
Staring into the vacant depths
Of your glazed over eyes
Donut wholes on your sunk in face
Mother, I'm that 13 month old baby
You abandoned and never looked back on
I'm the nuisance in the back of your head
Wishing you would wake up and feed me
Change my soiled diapers
The way you should change your habits
Mother, pleas I'm begging
I'm crying tears of snowflake shadows
I need you yet you're not there
You're two inches from my face
Crashing into couch cushions
Like suicide bombers
Needle stil stuck in your arm
Filling your veins with a substance
That prevented you from loving me
Hello...mother
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am now?
I wanted you to love me
Tell me bedtime stories
Keep the nightlight on
Long enough for me to fall asleep
Unafraid of what the shadows hold
Tuck me in and kiss me goodnight
Like the moon itself
Every night to the rest of the world
I want to be your world
Drenched in your loving moonlight
But no, the drugs you overdosed on
Prevented you from doing just that
And you still haven't learned your lesson
You called me several times
Telling me you love me
That you're sorry for leaving
But within the 5 minutes
It took you to choke your tongue
To say even one of those words
You sail away on that kite
Crash immediately into my heart
Causing missile words to bombard my walls
Calling me worthless, pathetic, and a waste
Hello...mother
Please remember me!
Please remember who I am!
I'm the baby you refused to hold at birth
I'm the last child of four
You wish you would have aborted
1 month prior to my concieving
Hello...mother
The late night hours of needles and pills
Powdery white lines cut like a chef
Must have erased me from your life
And if I could bleed every drop of your blood out
I'd carve canyons in my wrist
Let loose the dams
Drown in the wake
I don't want to be your son
I want to be the child of four you never had
Hello...
Forgive me for this
I know you don't remember me
I know you don't know who I am
But I hate you
I can only thank you for making me a poet
Giving me this curse
Because I'm no longer your puppet
Or your voodoo doll
With 12 needles in his chest
I'm the kid you will never know
So this greeting shall be as strangers
You never cared to know me
So this farewell shall be as strangers
Goodbye...
...Mother
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC