"pralines" poems
Beets are Greatly Misunderstood
They Make sugar from them...
Because they're Sweet
All kinds of Treats
Candy, Cookies and Ice cream
Doughnuts, Cake and Pralines
Girl Scout Cookies and Frosty Shakes
You should Salute the Beet for all it Makes
I hope I opened your eyes to
All the things that Beets can do
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
THIS is what love is.
banana bubblegum and magnetic poetry
the crickets on my front porch at three in the morning
making origami cranes out of butcher paper
even when I forget whether it's mountain fold or
valley fold and my crane turns out looking like a
seamonkey in a blender
wildflowers!
striped button-down shirts and plastic dinosaurs
singing Juanes at the top of our lungs
(Gah, you know
I can't speak Spanish.)
laughing at the serious parts in movies
having the patience for when
the words don't come out
and I have to stop
and think
(for a very long time)
and half the time it doesn't make sense anyway.
impromptu dance sessions on the side of the road
doors flung open, radio up
chocolate chip pancakes
out-of-town adventures
mailboxes. LOTS.
balcony raves with lots of glowsticks
and let me borrow that top!
just letting me sleeeeeeep
the smell of new pointe shoes
of New Orleans
of bluebonnets
telling me when I look awful (please)
making me eat things that I don't like
SNUGGLEBUNNY TIME
drive-thru people who hate our guts
That's What She Said's.
praising Buddha naked
dysfunctional kites
paying in change at Chicken Express
late night phone conversations
when I sound drunk
(but I'm not,
I'm tired. I just would rather
talk to you
than sleep.)
silence.
cupcakes, uniform closets
not shaving our legs in the winter
shadow puppets, rap songs,
Slumdog Millionaire
making once-in-a-lifetime faces
looks that speak oceans
pecan pralines and symphony orchestras you'll
never play with again but for that night
you're family
and you'll never forget it.
matches (aren't always for candles)
thousands upon thousands of candids
and the not-so-candids
saving kisses in your pocket for later
Neverland, Disneyland, cats
yellow dresses and stage make-up
watermelon Jolly Ranchers
saying my name like it's wrapped in blankets
and knowing that
even though I don't say it
as much as I should:
I do.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
Jazz music and drunken slurs,
Passing streetcars turn to blurs,
Bite off more than you can chew,
Seafood gumbo, thick brown roux,
On shoulders sit sons and daughters,
Ferry ships, Mississippi waters,
Dancers dressed like voodoo queens,
Clad in purples, golds, and greens,
Yell, "Throw me something mister!"
Flying beads barely missed her,
Pralines, king cakes, and beignets,
Maid of Muses smiles and waves,
Rex, Zulu, Endymion,
From Decatur to Bourbon,
Floats, masks, a feather boa,
Sweet iced tea, jambalaya,
Big Easy on Fat Tuesday,
Lent is just a day away.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Served on a plate of fine bone china
Rimmed in eighteen Karat gold
Sitting on top
A Delmonico steak
Potatoes shaped as flowers
Wine to enhance her taste buds
Then came dessert
Pralines and creme
To sooth the pain
Of a whipping tongue
The Cinderella moment
Incinerated in the game
Of bait and switch PUBLISHED BY THEPOETCOMMUNITY.COM
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
I judge my boyfriends
by how quickly I would leave them
for you.
I like to think that
to leave this one would take
a couple of days
but, more likely, it would take
one blurry grey-pink sunrise and a pint of Haagen Dazs––
an extra $1.99 for pralines & cream if you wanted
to see my cheeks dry before noon.
I know what a real smile looks like,
especially yours,
with all that glitter in your crow's feet
and crescent-shaped dimples.
I can tell you're happy now
(through a screen)
but I think I prefer to stay on my knees,
holding this memorial
for who I was when I knew you,
instead of taking the happiness
that comes with
forgetting.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC