"strudels" poems
Cream puffs, cannoli’s and Saint Joseph’s pastries
I can’t decide which, cause they all look so tasty
Chocolate eclairs and Cheese Danish rings
These are a few of my favorite things
Creamy napoleons and crisp apple strudels
chocolate truffles, oh yes!, give me oodles!
Black and white cookies and chocolate ring dings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in the pastry shop stifle their laughter
they know that their cheesecake must be what I’m after
miniature pastries, boxed, tied up with string
These are a few of my favorite things
When my belt’s tight
When my pants split
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
Ketchup on French Fries and big juicy Burgers
All kinds of Candy just loaded with Sugars
Cold Beer and Pizza and Buffalo Wings
These are a few of my favorite things!
Cream in my Coffee with Crisp Apple Strudels
Spaghetti and Meatballs and Schnitzel with Noodles
Warm Pecan Pie with a Scoop of Ice Cream
These are the foods that I see when I dream!
Chocolate Cupcakes with Caramel Icing
Cookies and Brownies and Fudge – so enticing
Turkey and Dressing and anything Fried
If I say these aren’t favorite foods then I’ve lied!
When the scale breaks, when my clothes shrink, when I’m feelng fat,
I simply forego all my favorite foods
And then I don’t feel so Bad!
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Blood-stains on t-shirts from really high falls
A dog humps my leg and I kick his *****
Stupid *** sweaters that my grandma brings
These are just some of my least-favorite things.
"Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels"
Conversations with people who are so dulls
Flicks in the ears gee dee, man, that stings
These are some more of my least-favorite things.
Being sent to the yard to cut off a switch
Double dating twins, don't know which one's which
Rhyming "things" three times what a pain that is-ings?
I just ran out of my least-favorite things.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:27 AM UTC
What I love
the most in the world
is packaging
like how the fine companies
who sell us
their product
protect us from evil bacteria
and how the icing
from Toaster Strudels
comes out of the plastic
in neat little lines
and also
what I love
the most in the world
is signage
like how do you know
where you are
without the signage?
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 2:31 AM UTC
Cream puffs, cannoli’s and Saint Joseph’s pastries
I can’t decide which, cause they all look tasty
Chocolate éclairs and Cheese Danish rings
These are a few of my favorite things
Creamy napoleons and crisp apple strudels
chocolate truffles, oh yes!, give me oodles!
Black and white cookies and chocolate ring dings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in the pastry shop stifle their laughter
they know that their cheesecake must be what I’m after
miniature pastries, boxed, tied up with string
These are a few of my favorite things
When my belt’s tight
When my pants split
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
He is ethereal, gliding through the vapor curtains in rhythm to the music.
His father's gift, memories of the big kitchen where he made the cherry strudels. Here part of him moves the hands that paint laughter and the chime of crystal. Too much, not enough, herbs chopped and sprinkled on the sizzling stainless steel. The blade flashes it's silver grin upon the butchers block. Boil, stir, simmer, mix the colors on the pallet and brush on the final coat. Peaches from the stand down on the highway, ***** from the bay just a few minutes walk down that dirt road. He works for there is peace here, he paints for that one girl's smile, and it is enough. Pour a glass of red and sit. Let us break bread together.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Next stop, outer space.
I take pictures with you in bed,
All white and silky. All cold and bright.
There's a gravitational pull in this club.
I didn't think you'd leave me,
But I knew.
I'm not feeling anything, today was pretty numb.
Beer, depression, flower crowns in your wasp like hair.
I jiggy on down to that dub.
Makes me happy.
Strudels, makeup, that cute lil stain on your cotton polo.
You're ready? For this marriage?
So I can wrap my little arms around your ripped waist. You're mine.
I'll never eat.
Cookies, gummy bears & worms,
All of that is lovely, but not without you.
Tickle me with words.
Cherish me with gold that cannot be seen.
Fill me up, but don't let me down.
Throw my summer hands up in the warm sky.
Feel that shaky breeze in my hair as my neck bends back.
Is that BBQ I smell?
Ride that convertible with the hood down.
Blast it.
Crop tops and two boys in the back.
Why not take a trip to California?
I don't have much,
Brain is fried to the dark meat.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
when i think of you
i think of seventh grade
we met and you were funny and cool
and i was probably shy and afraid
i think of swimming at memaws pool
you called me amish when you saw my room
that year is when i started to love you
and our friendship began to bloom
i think of letters i think of notes
of watching breaking bad from your bed
and how you were always on my side
no matter what other people said
i think of blueberry toaster strudels
and late night ihop talks
of crazy times at coleman park
while taking random walks
when i think of you i think of home
i think of warmth and i think of joy
yes i'm very blessed that you're my friend
you're an extraordinary boy
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
You knew me from the second I was born.
But you never really knew me.
And I never really knew you.
What was your favorite color?
What did you think of your life?
Now all I have is the toaster strudels in the morning,
and you throwing me into the swimming pool when I was 7.
All I see is your warm eyes and smile,
and your overflowing heart.
And now that is all I need.
You are loved.
You are greatly missed.
11/12/1941 - 01/19/2014
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
I hope tomorrow is better than today. I hope the rain falls more calmly and the stars line up just right. I hope tomorrow love won’t knock me down once I get up again, I hope tomorrow I win the fight. Today I fell down because love pushed me over and crippled me, I was scared to rise again. The kitten embraced me like kittens do and I was able to face the day but, a presence loomed over me, reminding me of the darkness that forced me under the covers of my empty bed. The darkness that kept me tied down underneath the sheets, scared to see what the rest of the day held. I hope tomorrow I can wake up with fixed tea and strudels. I hope tomorrow the sun rises early in the am and the moon falls perfectly under the stars.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC