"ganache" poems
You are my sun, the planets and the asteroids in between,
actually, make that the energy that embraces the sun,
the elements and trace elements that make up each planet...
(Oh, my stars!)
You are each perfect petal that unfurls ever so slowly in the morning light,
actually, make that the light that kisses each dew drop which
awakes each petal with that sweet kiss...
(Oh, blush, my buzzing bee!)
You are that raindrop that refreshes my parched soul that's stranded in a desert,
actually, make that the mirage that proves to be an oasis
as my eyes widen in wonderment with the reality of You.
(Oh, shucks, my sweet breath!)
You are my golden compass whenever I get lost in the wilderness,
actually, I wouldn't mind getting lost, if it means
that I get lost in your soulful, beautiful eyes Forever
(Oh, you cheeseball, you!!)
You are the chocolate ganache frosting on that chocolate cake,
actually, you are the powdered sugar on my honey-dipped doughnut
that brushes my lips, the perfect complement for hot, hot coffee
(Oh, honey bun!!)
You are the--
Sweetcakes??
You are the freshly ground pepper that dusts softly on my carbonara, I'm just
Ahem!!!!
You are the freshly ground pepper that dusts softly on my carbonara,
actually it would be bland and incomplete without you and---
Hey, babe!
huh?!
*I'm on dense mode right now, what are you really trying to say?
Come on, spill it, I NEVER hear it from you...*
Ummm, ummm...I...I...
I mean, I--
Out with it, come on!! You can do it---"I...."
Hoo! Ok, I...
I can do this---
I...
(Note to self: This is IT!!!!!)
I--
Yesss...?!!
I
am
the empty, wanting glass and you are the refreshing drink that fills me up,
actually,--
***~BOINKKKKKkkK~ !! I'm walking away now!!
Geez, if you can't say IT without all the Fluffy, duffy, Fluff,
see me walking away for now...I need the Skinny, the skeleton!
Sometimes one just needs to Hear it, you know?!
Oh, and I love you,in case you didn't know...but see me walk!***
Hey, honey bunny, smoochie sweetie pie?
...still walking away~~~~
I...
huff, huff, huff~~
I am walking towards you...
Huff, puff, puff and hufff~! (note to self: Walk on, walk on...)
I said I'm walking towards you...
~bump~!
and
I...
Love
You.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
Doe Eyes.
Oh, how I fear doe eyes!
Those **** azure, chameleon, black, coffee
Doe Eyes Doe Eyes Doe Eyes
Duh Eyes.
Shatter my centre
Realize your lies
The girl with doe eyes
Soft marshmellows
Cups of cream
Pink little miss
It's a hit they'll never miss.
OH, doe eyes, doe eyes, why?
Punishments of all
A dark mantle we revel
I fear the innocent
Untouched
Paper napkins
Easily crushed
Blood on velvet
Blood on cream
Ganache.
Tortured ****
Edinburgh/London/New York/Vancouver await me.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
I only love you when I'm sober,
so I've been high for, about, I'd say
2.27 weeks?? wild, I know. what
can I say? I just
hate being alone with
the mere thought of you,
cloying and ******** ecstasy
in my endorphins. Newport on my lips
and nicotine in my system; emotions
encased in agar, Petri dish replicants.
sugar skulls crushed beneath timbs and
honey beneath my cuticles and
white wine in the freezer frosting up.
chocolate ganache sealing my tongue
like a sarcophagus and I'm daydreaming
about halcyon days gone by
screaming along to the radio in
your sunsoaked two-seater.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is "Piron Number Five"
One, two, three, four, five, everybody in the shop on the south side
At the Chocolate shop around the corner.
The piron boys say they want some milk and dark but I really don't wanna..
Sugar-rush like I had last week.
I be the only employee cause the bros is cheap.
I like ganache, patrice, and fruit de mer.
The day it continue, and the chocolate getting sweeter
So what can I do? I really beg you MP (Mister Piron)
To me spitin’ is just like a sport.
Anything fly, it's all good let me dump it.
Oh ComEd wants a building permit..
A little bit of Aimee in my life,
A little bit of Ryan by my side.
A little bit of Weeme’s what I need,
A little bit of Jimmys what I see.
A little bit of cold packs for the sun,
Cuz we all know chocolate won't last long.
A little bit of Starbucks here I am,
A little bit of Piron makes me your man!
Piron number five.
Stir up and down and move it all around.
Shake your head to the sound, don’t let chocolate hit the ground.
Take one batch left and temper till its right.
One kettle to the front and one to the side.
Glove up your hands once and Glove em up twice
And if it look like this then you're doing it right.
I do all to make chocolate like MP knew
Cause you got 2 son and you can't get to wide
You and me gonna increase that money supply
Piron number five.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
*foggy eyes, cradling delight
dwindling sigh, enchanting lullaby.
moon white as paper knight.
moon white ganache of frozen/forbidden thoughts.
search party for the Sun
even when it’s hopelessly bright.*
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
Whether to have dessert
Is not even a question.
Not to indulge in sweets?
Don’t even make that suggestion.
Having no apple pie
Or luscious lemon meringue
Would be a real ******
As we say in slang.
Right out of the oven:
Hot cinnamon rolls...
Or donuts right out of the fryer--
With or without holes...
Crepes filled with strawberries,
With a dollop of whipped cream...
When I talk about sweets,
I never run out of steam.
Don’t forget about cakes,
And anything with custard...
Chocolate in every form...
And--I’m getting flustered--
Fresh homemade cookies
Of any delicious kind...
Chocolate fudge or divinity...
Yikes, I’m losing my mind!
Dessert bars, oh, my goodness,
Chewy, crumbly, flaky...
Banana, zucchini, and pumpkin
Bread—soft and cakey...
Cupcakes topped with thick frosting,
And filled with chocolate ganache...
Creamy Crème brûlée...
Boy, aren’t we getting posh!
A sugary German plum cake,
A Danish butter ring,
And Greek galaktoboureko
Give me a reason to sing!
Chocolate frosted brownies...
Lefse with sugar and butter...
My sweet tooth is growing larger
With every word that I utter.
Some people say that these sweets
Might be the cause of my death.
Then let me be holding a cookie
When I take my last breath!
- by Bob B
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮
Finger-shaped from choux pastry
Dark-gold, crisp, hollow
Smooth vanilla pastry cream
Pale-yellow, so rich
Fresh chocolate ganache
gently spread
Bite!
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
*We dance our way for romance
I am delightful when I put my arms around you and touch your hands
I get a tingley feeling up my spine
My love to you is kind
I can't describe it, it has to be tried
I said to her:
"This is an invite
to the dance this Saturday
at the Grand Hall Ball
Please accept and be my charm"
When I caress you
I touch your heart
with my gentle hands
'n make it start
Love me for who I am
cause I am joyful and full of love
She accepted my offer and off we go
Suddenly the emotions are in the air
All around us without despair
Twirl and turn like a doll
She danced to the music once for all
I said: "Please close your eyes for this dance
Grab my hands n' put your feet on my toes"
She replied:
"Show me you care,
show me your concern
Show me you're there on return
Because you are my sorrow
not my hate"
"She thought"
Better take the ring now before its too late
She jumped on me n' took the box
It had a diamond ring
She said: "Ahhhhhh!!!"
Then climbed up to me n' gave me a kiss
One on my cheek 'n one on my lips
That day was right
the kiss tasted like
chocolate ganache
Filled with pash,
marshmallows and turkish delight
---
We love being loved,
We dance our way for romance*
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC