"sundaes" poems
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight--
instead of listening to Shostakovich and
Mozart through a smeared haze of smoke
the nights change, new
complexities:
we drive to Baskin-Robbins,
31 flavors:
Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, Strawberry
Cheesecake, Chocolate Mint...
we park outside and look at icecream
people
a very healthy and satisfied people,
nary a potential suicide in sight
(they probably even vote)
and I tell her
"what if the boys saw me go in there? suppose they
find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?"
"come on, chicken," she laughs and we go in
and stand with the icecream people.
none of them are cursing or threatening
the clerks.
there seem to be no hangovers or
grievances.
I am alarmed at the placid and calm wave
that flows about. I feel like a ***** in a
beauty contest. we finally get our sundaes and
sit in the car and eat them.
I must admit they are quite good. a curious new
world. (all my friends tell me I am looking
better. "you're looking good, man, we thought you
were going to die there for a while...")
--those 4,500 dark nights, the jails, the
hospitals...
and later that night
there is use for the pecker, use for
love, and it is glorious,
long and true,
and afterwards we speak of easy things;
our heads by the open window with the moonlight
looking through, we sleep in each other's
arms.
the icecream people make me feel good,
inside and out.
195.8k
The lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight--
instead of listening to Shostakovich and
Mozart through a smeared haze of smoke
the nights change, new
complexities:
we drive to Baskin-Robbins,
31 flavors:
Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, Strawberry
Cheesecake, Chocolate Mint...
we park outside and look at icecream
people
a very healthy and satisfied people,
nary a potential suicide in sight
(they probably even vote)
and I tell her
"what if the boys saw me go in there? suppose they
find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?"
"come on, chicken," she laughs and we go in
and stand with the icecream people.
none of them are cursing or threatening
the clerks.
there seem to be no hangovers or
grievances.
I am alarmed at the placid and calm wave
that flows about. I feel like a ***** in a
beauty contest. we finally get our sundaes and
sit in the car and eat them.
I must admit they are quite good. a curious new
world. (all my friends tell me I am looking
better. "you're looking good, man, we thought you
were going to die there for a while...")
--those 4,500 dark nights, the jails, the
hospitals...
and later that night
there is use for the pecker, use for
love, and it is glorious,
long and true,
and afterwards we speak of easy things;
our heads by the open window with the moonlight
looking through, we sleep in each other's
arms.
the icecream people make me feel good,
inside and out.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
*You deserve flowers on your doorstep
And coffee in the morning
You deserve notes left on your dashboard
And ice cream sundaes at 3 AM
You deserve honesty everyday
And to be kissed every hour
You need to be reminded
Just how beautiful you truly are*
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
My Ideal Man:
1. Watch nerdy movies with me, you'll get my heart quicker if you love Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and superhero movies along with me.
2. Be a Bruins fan please. Or at least a hockey fan, but Bruins is preferable.
3. Be kind. Don't do things just for yourself. If you see someone struggling help them.
4. Be patient. My family and I are nuts, and I'm so sorry about that, but we love with our whole hearts, and you'll never find people who care for you more, or will do anything for you.
5. Tolerate my musical preferences. I listen to quite a wide range of music, so bear with me.
6. When I'm sick, just let me watch a Disney movie, give me space (because when I'm sick I feel far from pretty, and have a tendency to not want to be around people) and I will love you forever.
7. Have faith. You don't have to be ridiculously religious, but believe in heaven and God.
8. Please have a functioning moral compass.
9. Don't question the TV shows I watch. (Ex. Game of Thrones, Project Runway, Friends)
10. Have a good relationship with your parents and siblings.
11. Be a dog lover, I'm going to want dogs when I live with someone (and I'm so sorry we can only get hypoallergenic ones)
12. Accept the fact that I tell my mum almost everything. If I know, likely she will know unless you make it very apparent that you don't want anyone to know.
13. Don't lie. Just don't.
14. Don't cheat. That should be obvious, but I've been through it before and I don't think I could handle it again.
15. Yes I'm a child when it comes to the little things in life. I love ice cream sundaes, coloring, Spongebob, and most adolescent things. Let it be.
16. If you have something bothering you, talk to me. Communication is key and I can't read minds, no matter how hard I try.
17. Be able to laugh at yourself, I do all the time at myself because most of the time I know I'm foolish.
18. Never underestimate snuggling. Unless it's really hot out.
19. Be spontaneous. Lord knows sometimes I do some strange things for no reason, but as long as they bring joy to someone or yourself, then do it.
20. Love with your whole heart.
growing list
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
i always find you in the strangest places.
i find you in song lyrics, dog toys, and timber old spice.
i find you in chicken flavored ramen noodles, every shade of blue and purple, and horror movies.
i find you in rainbow coloring books, permanent markers, and colored pencils.
i find you in the grass at memorial park, folded slips of paper in my back pocket, and gourmet lollipops.
i find you in hot fudge sundaes, too-big tshirts, and icp snapbacks.
i find you in chik-fil-a receipts, gumball machines, and arcade games.
i find you in white roses, blue ribbons, animal crackers, and sour gummy worms.
i always find you in the strangest places.
but these strange places are everywhere.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Sundaes,
The sprinkles on top makes me drool,
on top of the table of wool
The chip ahoy cookies are best
with the people who use the good words which are the guest
The fudge on top is so delicious
that's why its makes me grow fat cause it has no nutrients
DON'T YOU THINK?
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
Somehow, I managed to get to my thirties
without eating a cherry --- a fresh one, anyway,
raw, untamed, unshelved, and forgodssake,
unmarischinoed.
I had them in pies, gooey, sickening, too much
syrup, and in sundaes --- again, not real, a turn-off,
saw people tie the stems in knots,
I had the impression, I think, that if people
had to do all the things they do with cherries
to make them flavorful, they must be really
**** straight out of the bag.
I made my mind up that they were unpleasant
and I would have nothing to do with them.
Even, or especially, in chocolate-covered cherries,
which my mother loved, so I wanted to love,
I could at best eat the chocolate around that
thick viscous sugary embryonic fluid
wherein lay the embittered, unborn and unloved cherry
and not the coveted prize.
So imagine that day when, careless at a cocktail
party, or at someone's house, hungry, I nibbled
at a fresh one, deep red and whole, gingerly working
my way around the stem and coming awake
to ohmygod what have I been missing all these years?
They still seem brand new now, every time, a delicacy,
something wealthy people indulge in and so not really
belonging to my world. They beg for the company
of wine and the most delicate cheeses, they ask to be shared
and doted on. The keep revealing themselves,
on the plate, unadorned, and they keep reminding me
to try something else that I have never tasted,
like complete and utter honesty, or looking at myself
naked, without judgment, even at the innermost
feminine parts, upside down with a mirror until I see why
they say making love for the first time is giving away
your cherry.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
I can't quite wrap it around my head
**** polishing hobgoblin
Gobbling hot fudge banana split sundaes
topped with ***** cherry toppings
What I'm looking for
Just on the tip of my tongue
Just the tip
I can almost put my finger in it
*On it
Oops!
A slip of the lips
Verbally retching
Wretched word *****
Armed with an armada of double entendres
Sensationally double penetrating your ear canals!
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
You were laying in the backyard on your lawn,
And you said we had done too much MDMA so
We might as well make it a cocktail and do some K.
And as we did it off the log pile under the tree
Your nose started to bleed,
Because earlier we had done coke.
We were such dumb kids,
It is even amazing that we were still alive.
And as we ran inside to make ice cream sundaes
I tripped over my own feet,
And then decided to make out with grass,
Because I fell in love with nature.
And we found a tarp,
And some silver and purple and black and yellow paint.
And we decided to get naked and become human paintings.
And it didn't matter that I was engaged because you are gayer than Tim Gun.
And I made a pond on your back,
With fish swimming up the river of your legs.
And we took pictures
And cried because we were the most beautiful models.
You decided you were superman and tried to climb the wood pile.
You fell so gracefully,
It was like you were a moving piece of art.
I gave you stitches and accidentally sewed a heart into your leg,
You did not mind.
You told me it was the only heart you had right now.
So I told you that scared me,
That it made me want to die
And I took the scissors and cut my leg.
But you took it away
And I made out with the grass again.
Simple is as simple does,
I am here now because because.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
You hear their siren song in the air,
before you ever see the truck.
If it is “The Rolling Cones”,
Then my friend, you are in luck.
Where "Mister Softee" use to be
an old bald man down on his luck,
“The Rolling Cones” have sweet young things
Make **** sundaes in a cup.
These ice cream ladies sell the wares
while wearing frilly bustiers.
Men of a certain age all troupe
to wave their dollars for two scoops.
Curves and ice cream swirls can be
**** yes, but not obscene,
It’s a profitable duopoly.
They use hot babes to sell ice cream.
To differentiate their trucks
From the ******* coffee vendor “Cups”
They needed a name all their own
That’s why they’re called “The Rolling Cones”
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
you deserve flowers on your doorstep
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty everyday
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful you are
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Something without a definition, I guess,
is one of the most curious things about this world.
Something that isn't in the dictionary of words that overwhelm and pour
over and over and over again
in your mind, like a water spout
cannot be stopped sometimes-
You just have to accept that
It's amazing, really.
How many words that you cannot simply "define"
Like 'sweet' 'salty'
and
'sadness'
words that are in your brain, but no matter how you dig and uproot the word
it's not there anymore.
Leaves, trees, and infallible, useless things
they all make up the world as we know it,
millions of little things upon little things
sugar crumbles and salt sprinkles
upon salty and sweet caramel sundaes.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
What is love,
it is everything...
The good and the bad,
sharing, learning, comforting,
no sides, no boundaries,
understanding,
even if you don't,
arms open...wide,
mind open...wider,
heart always accepting that
not everything is easy,
the bed of roses comes with thorns,
but you endure,
scars will show,
yet are considered beautiful,
skinned knees, bike rides,
mis-spoken words, well meaning
badly timed, hurt feelings,
chocolate covered sundaes,
picnics in the park, yardwork,
lost keys, little lies, surprise parties,
(when you specifically said no,)
breakfast in bed, arguments,
making love, making the bed afterward,
bad movies, dead cell phone batteries,
***** dishes, headaches,
eye rolls, laughter, hugs,
poetry,
being far, being close,
sweet kisses, feeling wanted,
nothing is ever too much,
tough decisions, agreed upon outcomes,
looked forward to moments,
tears, smiles, big smiles, bigger smiles,
holding hands, support,
truth, long days,
passionate nights,
taking chances,
dreaming,
rainy mornings,
bad moods, good moods,
really good moods,
candlelit dinners,
promised forevers,
(meant)
hot coffee, chilled wine,
warm affection and
brain freezes...
What is love...it is everything,
if it is you and me
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
I want to watch Sci Fi movies
in the dark, and eat raspberries
off my fingertips,
and drown myself in red velvet cake.
I want to listen to that song you played me
last week because you said it
reminded you of me,
and that I was so very special.
I want to make your famous
'everything-but-the-kitchen-sink' sundaes,
at 3 in the morning,
and watch horrible 80s horror movies.
I want to write down every reason
why I think you're so lovely,
and hide them in your house,
so when you find them,
you think of me,
and you're okay.
I want to watch you play guitar,
and make paper airplanes out of
sheet music,
because you are far too restless
to stay put all day.
I want to hold your hand,
and leave lipstick on your cheek,
and laugh at that silly joke
you told (again).
I want to draw you pictures,
and drink coffee in the dark;
eat ice cream in the Winter time,
and read the ending, before,
the start.
I want to send you roses,
and find one way to define love.
I don't know if I know it,
but I know one thing for sure,
that if and when I do,
I might only find it, with
you.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
I have never held your hand
but rather only experienced it
when it danced tight
ellipses
on my scalp.
I have witnessed
its mistreatment
and the sudden removal of layers;
the acidic outbursts of peroxide
pink sundaes of pain.
the constant pick of ***** fingernails
they will never be clean.
I could recognize your hands
from a distance
but would easily mistake their brush
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 11:06 AM UTC
let's nap until the sun goes down
let's cook freezer pizza whenever we happen to wake up
let's make three ingredient cookies and call ourselves healthy
let's build sundaes
scoop
scoop
scoop
let's stay up late and watch horror flicks
baba
dook
dook
dook
after that we can watch kevin hart until we can't breathe
you can crack my spine, break it for all i care
anything is pleasurable with your company
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
The Others gathered around to eat ice cream sundaes.
The diversity and multicultural festival was crowded.
I thought how do the others relate to this unforgettable experience.
The flavors of ice cream was of varity and taste.
There was even an eating contest for a charity donating food and clothes from the others.
I sat at the picnic tables where an event would take place.
The family members from the others began to sit at the picnic tables.
It was my day off, and I looked forward to spending time with the others with familiar and unfamiliar faces in places I rarely attend, but I want to.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
(i miss you so much, i wonder where you are.)
i miss you the way someone misses a step on the stairway, a sharp jolt of realization, followed by a falling and crash.
i miss you the way birds miss winter, when they migrate to a perpetual spring.
i miss you like hot fudge sundaes in summer, sugar and sweet and all gone.
(i miss you so much, i wonder if you're happy)
i miss you like a favorite library book that has to be returned.
i miss you like a forgotten holiday.
i miss you like a lost love letter that never got sent.
(i miss you so much, i wonder what you're doing)
i miss the way your strong callused hands would wrap around mine, giving me strength. i miss your forest eyes. i miss the smell of aftershave clinging to my clothes. I miss the smell of us clinging to my sheets. i miss the way i once kissed you gently, but you grabbed my face, hey, and made me kiss you more thoroughly, that's more like it, with a smug look on your face. i miss the feeling of your hands on my waist while you held me as if i was a tiny doll to your large frame. i miss the intimacy of our faces pressed close together and you tasting my smile as you touched my lips to yours. i miss your **** smirk. i miss your tattoos and tracing the indent of your spine as you let me explore you closer. i miss taking pictures with my old ipod and you'd kiss me with your eyes open and i would open mine and all the sensations that came with being around you.
and all of this is a stupid run on sentence and i am a stupid pining fool and you're somewhere, but i've been nowhere
ever since i started
missing
you.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
you deserve flowers on your doorstep
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty every day
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful you are
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Once I believed I was destined for loneliness
Until you walked into my life like a sudden storm.
My love was like a calm breeze before but after you
It became a tornado on an open sea.
Few have found what I found in you,
A friend, a lover, a soul-mate.
You swept me off my feet
And let me dangle off a cliff,
Afraid to fall, but knowing if I did
You would be there to catch me.
My other half, you kept me at a distance
And that hurt me, because you didn’t know
That I needed you now more than ever.
After too long you came to me
Took me into your arms, held me, then kissed me
And told me you were sorry for pushing me away.
You told me you needed me
Just as I need you now.
Ice cream sundaes became our go-to thing
Our first real date, you were perfect.
Flowers, chocolates and many more things, too many to count,
You made me feel as if I was the only girl on earth.
Thank you Love, for everything
Even if it was only in my dreams.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
Eaty eaty
Bitey bitey
Eat up. Ignore the zombies
at the door
Icecream sundaes
fresh pulled brains
I bet you'll all want more
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Couldn't have said it better myself.
"
'I love you.'
'How much?'
'SO much.'
'How much is so?'
'Way, way more than you know...'
I love you as brilliant as each sparkling star, and as way out in space, I love you that far.
I love you as gigantic as a great lions roar, and as deep as the ocean, I love you much more.
'That is a lot' you say, 'but how did it start? Where did love come from, to be in your heart?'
You put it there, really, when you and I met. And I knew with out certain, without you I'd fret.
From my head, to my toes, I was feeling inside a devotion for you so deep and so wide. And now it's enormous and wonderfully real, and hard to describe how much I feel.
I love you as awesome as a thunderous sky, and soaring as mountains, I love you that high.
I love you as silly as a puppy dogs kiss, and as quiet as midnight, I love you like this.
'Do you love me every day' you ask with doubting awe 'or does love go up and down like a teetering see-saw?'
I love you steady as the earth rounds the sun, though some days of life are the farthest from fun.
'Like when you feel mad' you ask with distress 'cause I've broken the rules, or made a big mess? Or when I'm unkind and your feelings are blue, do you love me although I do what I do?'
I love you being nice, and when you're cranky, too. I love you without liking the naughty things that you do. My 'I love you' doesn't change like the temper of the days. It's a certain kind of thing in many different ways. You're my sweetie, my dear, my smile, and laughter. You're my playmate for always, and my joy ever after.
Hanging out with you is where I want to be... Eating ice-cream sundaes and watching TV.
Under your umbrella, behind you on a bike. By you and beside you is what I really like.
'Do you love me just as much when I'm far away from home? Is your love still the same in distant lands I roam?'
I love you near or far. I love you high or low. My love is there with you wherever you may go.
'Even when I am sick and can't get out of bed? Do you love me better healthy, than with a fever in my head?'
I love you sick or able. You're always you to me, the one love forevermore undeniably.
I can't imagine life before you came along... me there singing senseless no meaning to my song. Call it meant to be, or simply blessed with fate, you fill my heart with love, and for that I celebrate.
"
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
She floated on air
As if suspended
By hot-air balloons
A spectacular ride
Her spirit as free
As seagulls ascending
Or eagles go soaring
Through mountain top clouds
Her laughter as joyous
As chocolate fudge sundaes
And time everlasting
In perpetual spring
The days rushing forward
And weeks disappearing
Time standing still
Yet gone in a flash
Like spun sugar melting
And reindeer descending
On rooftops at Christmas
A Santa Claus laugh
Today and tomorrow
Forever remember
The time shared together
A favorite repast
6/5/19
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
Went for a ride
and out
down to St. Ambrose Church
For free community dinner
Barbecue
and make your own sundaes
Little girls
with pigtails eating watermelon
Magic
was the after-dinner entertainment
Made some extra *****
appear in your hands
read from the Flaming book
Have the Steel Police
check rings
magically
Made me laugh
from my belly
Nobody had eyes on us
Just good times
I don't think I've ever seen
a child laugh so hard or look so amazed
Thank you
Was a delicious evening
with friends
on a ride
through South Lincoln
Little Woods
Where the critters are
Moose, bear, squirrels and otters
swim and
eating berries
with Woodland Fairies
holding flowers I've never seen
except in dreams
Or movie pictures
Lichen glowing on the trees
and the Mist over the mountains
smiling down windy roads
Where Ex CIA
Artificial intelligence resides
and Randy Quaid and conspiracy theories
hide
Back through Bristol Gap
back home again
to do it all over tomorrow
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC