"sweeties" poems
As I ponder, perplexed by the possibility
Of a premature passing that may present itself to me
I consider and calculate
Though my conclusion may be crude
That the finest fix for my fear is a feasting of food
I munch on a morsel, my mouth making moisture
Overwhelmingly open to offal and oysters
I'd take them, temptation takes its toll
Curiosity for calories that I can't control
I'd have them, Hoover them, heck I'd hoard 'em
But by now I believe it's basically boredom
Not a necessity to nibble the nosh
It's late I ate a plate at eight, I can wait my gosh
No, I know there is no need
To slurp on soup or scoff some seeds
Only fatigue fuelling the feeling to feed
Got to get to grips with this gross and grotesque greed
Choking on choices, trembling in my chair
Do I punt for the pudding, the peach or the pear?
Selecting such seductive sweeties
Or dealing with death, diets and diabetes?
While I wonder and weep about what will win
My insatiable starvation stumbles on a sin
Not funny you'll find when you're finished and fat
'Cause in the kitchen on the counter there's a KitKat
Four fiendish fingers fascinate the feeling
So seductive, my senses soaring to the ceiling
Try to meet it, cheat it, beat it, defeat it
But what the hell, I don't care, I'll just ****** eat it.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
My doctor as you
Call me your sweeties
I want your fleshy needle
I want your love
I want kisses
I fantasize about holding ands with you
While riding your fleshy needle
Our eyes smiling at each other
As I lean in to kiss you
Doctor
Examine me with your fleshy needle
You tounge and your
Hands
Explore my body
As I explore you sweetly
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
Created me
Re-animate me and
love me
On the very slab you made me
I want to spend my re-animated life with you
So you smile at me as we make love on the slab
You hold me hand
And say you created me
Out of love and desire
You hold *** if not to let me go
Sweeties
I love you
Make no mistake I am your bride
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
The flowers fall like sweeties
in the packet of my mind.
The answer flows completely
from the hand that stops the time.
The questions that were seeking
could potentially leave us blind
to the poetry that's creeping
to the rhythm of the times.
The finders fees of finding gold
are deeply grained in laws.
The crawling finger grasping
for the love of ***** ******
The sailor tongues are swaggering
with anticipating throws,
of innocent and eloquent
shows of pretty hoes.
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 1:34 PM UTC
Once I had a wee brown hen,
it had a wee brown tail.
I sent it for a penny of sweeties it never back again.
Now it's dead and in it's grave,
many a many a day.
God bless my wee hen.
It never came back again.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
As I decide to make love
To you
My loving Herbert
My beautiful MD
I not only cross the line
Between doctor and patient
But I expose my vulnerability
To you
Am I too trusting
Sweeties
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 4:34 AM UTC
We need to speak more in
terms of endearment.
More honeys, darlings
sweeties and dears
don't appear to be important
but they are.
Love can be so subtlely
slipped into conversation
by simply placing a
term of endearment
after the phrase
you wish to say.
I'm tired tonight, dear.
versus
I'm tired tonight.
There is no comparison!
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
If I was a candy
I'd be a sour
warhead.
Pink.
The longer you
let me sit,
the sweeter I get
and at the very
center
is a gooey bit
that goes down
easy.
Everybody loves
a peppermint,
but I'm not that
plain.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
Certain, Fresh Lad, your Craft's Promise apply
Matter subtract from the Plym's pheromones late
Your own Best Soul; Youth enhance and reply
The Tanned One's Lights; And Career concentrate
One Message sent from your Parents abroad
Which mentored by your Tweeting Aunt confirm
Clip fast your Arms; And Feet embrace the Board
Kick the Meerkat's fears and your Lion burn
So when these Sweeties witness your Best Art,
That same Pastel you carry everyday
Is in you - not There - complete on your Part
And may these Blessings always come your way.
Being your own Boss, your Goal's smile conquer
Burn those Judges; And douse them with Water.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
drip fed,
being fed on drips and dregs and how many campylobacter in six dairy fresh eggs?
raw meat, diced, sliced or crushed and
pushed through,
acts by the government **** you, nothing's your own,
go it alone but the eye in the sky, on the wall, up your **** always follows you,
what's the world coming to and how many bacilli in the ideas that you see in your minds eye?
fed up to the back teeth? rip them out with the pliers and you get no relief, not from the welfare and you share and share and only when no one is there do you get your sweeties and treats from the N.H.S.
We live in the cesspit and they smell of roses which in turn look like dog **** and we're still being drip led by the rich and the well fed and it's doing my head in.
Skeletal?
I want to go back to pre-foetal
before fertilization was an i or the dot on some distant horizon,
untapped as potential and potentially dangerous.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
It's dandy
Finding randy girls
As macho guys seem to
I drool at scenes
Like tight blue jeans
When a wiggle warms the view
I'm a gangster
For ****** samplers
And sweeties that crowd the beach
I used to shop
Till my eyes would lock
Where my right and left eyes meet
And when I gaze
At perfect sways
A tom-tom fills my chest
And I still cheer
For a lovely rear
But I race back to the best
For I love the one
That shares our home
She stirs me quite enough
In her gown
It flutters down
When we peel down to the buff
I can't afford
The babes on Broad
And cheating is too drastic
But I've long chose
My perfect rose
And hmmmmm she's still fantastic
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
Down the entry ..up we ran
Fighting ,shouting, laughing cans
Days of old where nothing mattered
Play outside until ya shattered
Knock on doors and make a scarper
Light a banger .. could n be dafter
Chase ya mates on bikes all rusty
Pulling wheelies ...fetching plasters
Build a den from scraps of wood
Hide for ages till its grub
Bottles sought to take to shop
Swap for sweeties gobs that stop
Not a phone nor worried sight
When you turn up late at night
Eat ya nosh see Kojak chase
Fire lit ya in dads place
Jimmy's on all snuggled in
flick 3 channels theres nothing on
Of to bed with ***** feet
Only bath time once a week
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 5:10 AM UTC
i always aimed at returning Nietzsche's ping-pong serve of poet-philosopher, as philosopher-poet... well, you know, any vanity project will do these days, given our current celebrity culture... there's nothing celebratory about it, so my little festivity of hope in establishing a self-style vocabulary might be too much for Gucci... but you got to try and whiff up a tornado of absinthe sweeties in licorice black (lee ko reesh).
there's only one argument i cling on to,
it is theological,
i'm biased toward the theological argument
always,
because i've seen the ontological argument
become desecrated by oncology -
every theologian argues the same:
there's a god, because, to be frank,
whatever ontology provides us, it leaves us more
bewildered than anything:
how we expressed our freedom will
never be compensated in terms of how
others expressed theirs...
so even Kant said: my ontology is based on god...
so his contemporaries said:
my theology is based on no god...
which is why Kant professed a theology
without an ontology, and his contemporaries
professed an ontology without a theology -
or as the other, in existentialist terms might have
suggested: timing - but no one desires a godly status,
so even his promenade timing made affinities
with serfs begging for a watch rather than watching
their shadows dwarf at noon...
this is called
translating rhyme into philosophy, or philosophical rhyming...
words of close proximity are prime exponents,
given the spelling, i.e. the suffix - but which are totally
antonymous - they look so alike, but then thinking
provides disparity of intention, not so lazily done
with red
and dead...
head
and Pb... is it?
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Off to the shop at the top of the road, to spend a lot of money, that I know I ain't got.
Need to get myself some sweeties, provide me with a toothless grin.
Can't think what else I need to buy, maybe just, maybe a little slice of humble pie.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
you know
to lofty heights
they praise
the spirit and the other cliche, the soul
(something they can’t see)
and they deride the body
(something they can touch, but don’t)
But O sweethearts
you’ll never get into other dimensions
if you don’t know your present
so touch your bodies, sweeties...
never fear, sweethearts
of legit joining of body and body
just enjoy the *** with no guilt
it’s OK to exhaust yourselves
to moan and sigh and lie tired
loving body side by body
and to whisper:
Oh...that’s good, isn’t it?
and to answer:
Hmmm....We ought to do this again soon, baby...
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:17 AM UTC
I'll never render, only lie
through teeth so cracked,
so broken. By the fluid of
desire that has tainted me.
Forgive my splinters and
excuse my scars which
scream in your face and
strangle you, Father.
Idle consoles and dusty
comics. They lie upstairs,
with much more honesty
than me. Your bearded child.
It took short of ten years,
to grow long, ***** and
poor. I have been taken
by the concrete of London.
I have a new found love,
a libido for burn and for a
***** ***** of the promise
land. Intravenous fling.
But I am back now, Father,
with some chocolate,
sweeties and smack. I am here.
And I want all that you have.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
Do you remember that day
when I gave you a candy
made of deep senses of mine?
You were glad like a child
and I also felt blessed.
Then I came with sweeties
with strong cognac inside,
you felt dizzy for a while,
then suddenly brushed aside.
Thus, I was deeply distressed.
You said - 'no more sweeties!
I have no heart to digest.
They are too bitter for me
and are full of poisons
so, my feelings they molest'.
They were in fact medicines
prepared from the pains.
Needed to add them your love,
but you gave them back to me
just for their bitter taste.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Daisy you always loved me,
As I loved you from the first
We played together, talked
Ate sweeties and cakes
Watched television.
To be with you each week
With my bag of goodies
They are special memories
They are what is meant
By a life.
Love Mary x
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC
You said that you were abducted by aliens
At age 13
Me to my love but I was autopsy by them
It makes me giggle that your jealous of my encounters with the fifth kind
But sweeties
I have been severely bullied because it too
I want to cuddle with you want tell
My story to you
While loving you
Will you tell me yours
Sweet West
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 5:24 AM UTC
Half a pound of sweeties, all shades of your choice
Drape a couple of teddy bears around for luck
Light some fragrant candles and relax
You will be surprised how little time it took.
Pour hot melted smooth milk chocolate
into little piles topped with fudge and toffee
find the cream all whipped just waiting ready
and sit right down with a cup of steaming coffee
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
i
love at the center
bursting and melting
like chocolate cordials
with irish cream filling
one bite bursting
not out but in
my mouth open and
ready
awaiting
sweetness and cream
sweeties
surrounding lovers
look on
with warm honey eyes
waiting and warm
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Door opens. It’s a party. Two girlfriends, dressed to the nines, leave their partners and retreat to the powder room.
You think my guy sees what I’m wearing?
Think mine does?
Let’s swap dresses and see what happens.
In an urban minute they walk over to the bar.
Male, good looking but going on sixty: Didn’t I see you two on some catwalk?
What, the dress or me?
Good question, not sure I would recognize you without.
Girls walk on to the dance floor.
Woman, tattoo-faced, XTC-eyed: Didn’t I see you two in the tattoo parlor?
Sure, dress feels like it’s on us to stay.
Don’t worry, my eyes are lasers.
Go peel a banana.
Girls find their boys.
Boys: What you said is right, music’s too loud to say anything.
Then don’t say it.
Did I say something wrong?
Girls decide to swap back.
In an urban minute they’re back and bump into their boys.
Sweeties, something the matter?
What would that be?
Looks like you went and changed.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 8:06 AM UTC
Leaves falling effortlessly,
Elegantly grasping the ground,
Trees holding tightly,
To amber creations
That have been worked on all year round.
A gust of icey air,
Foreshadowing future cold,
Rain and hail battering down,
All begging desperately,
To have their story told.
A colour faded hoodie,
Swallowing in its size,
A warming mug of cocoa,
Comforting us through,
These shadowed lies.
The fire tinted season,
Filled with sweeties and disguise,
In it the roots are hidden,
A dark and clever monster's,
Slow but scary rise.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
halloweens upon us get the sweeties in
put them all in bags let halloween begin
children at the door doing trick or treats
you are at the ready with a bag of sweets.
dressed up in there costumes witches vampires too
looking very scary to try and frighten you
carrying there pumpkins lighting up the night
happy smiling faces a halloween delight.
bringing lots of memories when were children too
and all the trick or treating that we used to do.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
Sixpence could buy you a lot
A plastic doll from Woolworths
Crayons and cut - out books
A pair of socks
Packet of curby grips
Box of handkerchiefs
Half a yard of lace
Cheap lipstick
Flannel for face
Pears soap
A remote boat.
The counters of Woolworths
Were stacked with joy
Something for all the
Boys and girls
Suspenders for mother
Shaving stick for dad
And packets of sweeties
That we all had.
Love Mary x
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC