"patisserie" poems
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The leading dirty-hand patisserie
now walks to the sink, warm water wets
their hands. After pouring soap, he
rubs the front, back, interlocked
fingers, then thumbs, entwined
fingers and lastly
the nails before
the full rinse;
hands now
clean
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Zebra-striped cushion covers on soft-white chairs,
cream topped calorie delights, inviting -
this patisserie in Nairobi:
"you're welcome" the smartly outfitted
African girl spoke in flawlessly accented English
as I pore over the menu - a posh girl
dressed in haute denim and a sleeved top
walks in and spoke French in pouted lips
as she found her corner spot, reading;
an Asian couple walk in, wife in hijab
and baby in tow, as the man sneers at me and
answers 'assalamu alaikum' on phone
as I ponder on identity when
the French matron in Yoga tops walks in
saying namaste to me, and calls out for Henry -
her outfitted and bespectacled pomeranian
oh don't we all want to be someone else
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Gonna die broke.
Angst, not this man
That be his plan.
My treat.
Feed the world.
That be the word.
Why eat home tonite?
Get on a plane,
Be the plan.
Feed the world
Specifically,
You and me,
In NYC.
Brasserie,
Patisserie
Hot Dog Cart
Wine Bar
Chinese
Thai
Felafel
Haute Cuisine,
Street steak,
Lean and mean.
Pizza in between
All meals
With white cloth napkins,
Real silverware.
Need your help
To execute
The best laid plan.
But one thing you
You
Need to do,
Need to due.
Bring Milk Duds
For desert.
When the account says zero,
Some might say you're a hero,
Even tho can't afford a casket,
(Maybe just a picnic basket?)
I will be buried with taste!
The taste of you and NYC
Upon his smacking lips,
Une bonne mémoire,
C'est tout, au revoir!
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
René Descartes rested his pen,
to take a Parisian stroll -
stopping to order a cup
at his favorite patisserie.
The waitress queried "with cream?"
and René who sipped his brew black
testily scoffed, "I think not"
and immediately disappeared.
August, 2013
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
Where is Peter Rabbit?
There was a patisserie I loved,
everything was shaded with pastel colors.
Awnings carved in gold,
flourishes coming up because it's my favorite garden.
He used to be in that garden, but not anymore.
You had three sweet sisters,
We drink raspberry-flavored tea,
the air was soft and graceful.
We wore dresses with thin lace at the edges,
matching hats with the dresses.
Transparent colors, like our hearts.
We perfumed with violets and art.
Flopsy was kind and generous,
Mopsy was attentive and virtuous,
Cottontail was imaginative and talented,
I was a mix of all.
One day Peter Rabbit came through the door,
touched and disheveled for breaking the code
in the garden.
We look at each other like a second and now I live in that second.
The times you showed up at the door and we never said a word,
that game I liked to ►
Then you disappeared because You wanted to evolve.
I stood there without knowing anything about Peter Rabbit.
Little reality was lost, Peter.
(You wanted that?)
Now we are the greyhound and March hare, playing the one who runs the most.
Why did Peter Rabbit leave?
-Codelandandmore // 0:36 ©
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
FRENCH KISS
*Such buttery lips
Sweet cream-silks, wrapping our tongues,
Je patisserie.*
Le VALENTINE
*Red rose and sweet prose
Cyrano DeBergerac's
Moonlit balconies.*
DESIRE
*Burning in goose flesh
Yearnings with caldera-thirst
Your kiss is like rain.*
DEBONAIR
*Dean in gabled suits
Eloquent body, jazz-smooth
Sweeps her off her feet.*
METEOR SHOWER
*Friday night space lights
As we caress the hours
Streaks across the sky*
ORIGAMI
*The creases of us:
Tales of dragons and white ships
Neatly folded sheets.*
VEGAS WEDDING
*Romance thru sun roofs
"Hallelujah" honeymoons
Marriage number two.*
BON VOYAGE
*Like wide sails that cup
The high winds of this marriage
I'm at Love's mercy.*
NAPE
*Warm whispers my lips
Down smooth meadows of your neck,
Sweet familiar bed.*
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
ROAD
Where choices begin;
Some are quick to find its end.
Wise keep journeying.
CARPOOLING
The heavy traffic
An ocean's slow ebbing tide
Our patience drowns in.
METEOR SHOWER
Friday night space-lights
As we caress the hours
Streaks across the sky.
STAINED GLASS
Broken pieces shapes
The Cathedral of one's soul.
Stained light still shines true.
TAI CHI
Dawn's ceremony
Wet grass tickling bare feet.
Wave away the night.
FRACKING
Jonesy punctures black
Points in caves, Great Mother weeps
Wells of poison rain.
NIJINSKY
So divine his grace
Words not made to embody
Ballet when God speaks.
MY WINTER GIFT
Skin so Downey white,
Like a cold glass of fresh milk.
Unwrapping Christmas.
FRENCH KISS
Such buttery lips
Silken creams, wrapping our tongues.
Sweet patisserie.
VATTO
Gang signs, ink, and blood.
****** in a low Beamer.
Cool kissing his gun.
ROSARIES
Madre genuflects
In brown countries of her hands
Old beads, sweat, and faith.
DRIVE THRU WEDDING
Romance thru sunroofs
Hallelujah honeymoons
Marriage number two.
HOT TIN ROOFS
A light Summer breeze
Cools cacophonous bodies
like hot stars at night.
NOSTRADAMUS
Doomsday Soothsayer.
His visions doth entertain
Medieval profits.
CHINA
Man's golden lotus.
A wealth of divine knowledge.
Heavenly on Earth.
FIREWORKS
Our toast to Heaven.
Chrysanthemums igniting
The night's colbalt sky.
ORIGAMI
The creases of us
Tales of dragons and white ships.
Neatly folded sheets.
BON VOYAGE
Like wide sails that cup
The high winds of this marriage,
I'm at love's mercy...
OSMOSIS
Blossoms in spring time.
Bursts of Japanese kisses.
How to love haiku.
HOMONCULUS
Ultrasound preform
Whose quickened heart is my own:
A mandragora.
12 STEPS
Most Alcoholics
Who drown in their own thirst know
How deep "empty" hurts.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Walked passed the Patisserie today
My mind deep in thought,
Lo! They came in wafting
Clearly my nose they sought
I inhaled the sweet intoxication
Of fresh baked bread & pie
My destination was different
But my senses were on high
I stole a look at the counter,
the flaky pastry and the chocolaty eclair
A flood rose in my mouth
It was only but fair!
The delicious lemon ****
and the warm meringue pie
Desires in my heart and soul
That i just couldn't deny
So i paid my dues to the Devil
Settled for hot chocolate and sugar drizzled cinnamon roll
Destination be ******
I had just achieved my goal!
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Such buttery lips,
Silken creams wrapping our tongues,
My Patisserie.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC