A Child-Murderer
The man who strangles babies
Looks just like me or you,
But organises Sunday outings
To the Chocolate Factories of Death.
No nipples in the bud for him,
But a sudden avalanche in the glasshouse of his brain
Destroys sweet children:
Slender virgins weep at the blond arithmetic of violence.
Where, you may ask, is God's mercy?
Say your prayers -
The man who strangles babies does not know.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Chocolate Milk, Chocolate Syrup, Chocolate Cup
chocolate milk, chocolate syrup, chocolate cup
when im putting in chocolate syrup i put too much
i wish i had a chocolate pup in a chocolate cup
in a chocolate world!
but that would be alot to eat
for just one little girl!
if chocolate was a talent
Id be the chocolate master!
chocolate storms and tornadoes are natural chocolate disasters!
there would be chocolate houses and chocolate apartments and chocolate hotels for rent!
People eating chocolate all day without paying a single cent!
All their money would be in chocolate banks w chocolate robbers
Chocolate dinners like chocolate spaghetti and chocolate covered lobsters!
Chocolate chocolate chocolate BOOO!
(and no vanilla)
Drew
poem by Drew Bailey Golden
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Avalanche
I lie in a field,
In the trailer-park of my dreams
Saving up for someday,
But what does someday mean?
And Im young but I let it stip on by
Im co-dependent and Im lost inside
And you, you look like freedom
You look like the avalanche I need
The avalanche I need
And theres a road, leads away from here
And every day I stand in place and watch it disappear
And theres a bird, circles in my mind
Securitys the whore in me that never lets me fly
And you, you look like freedom
And you, you look like change
You look like the avalanche I need
The avalanche I need
With your sunburned soul
And your hunger for the road
Im snowblind and Im crying after
Yeah, like nothing matters
When you go down take me
When you go down, yeah, make me
Go down
I got a hunger you could feed
Youre the avalanche I need
The avalanche I need
And I know its a fine line divides
The place Im looking for and whats inside
And I know its a long, long way
Through the outskirts of everyday
And you, you took like freedom,
And you, you look like change
You look like the avalanche I need
The avalanche I need
Avalanche
Coming over me
Avalanche
Its coming over me
Avalanche, avalanche
Avalanche, avalanche
Avalanche, avalanche
Avalanche, avalanche.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Chocolate Is A Food Group
I love chocolate.
So should you.
Milk chocolate,
Dark chocolate.
It's good for you, too.
Chocolate cake,
Chocolate candy,
Chocolate pie.
Take away my chocolate
And I might die.
White chocolate,
Hot chocolate,
Even chocolate soup...
Any chocolate lover knows
Chocolate is a food group.
poem by Rich Reitz
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I Love Chocolate
I love chocolate, oh yes I do.
Eating chocolate is a must too.
I love chocolate, how about you?
They say dark chocolate is now good for you too.
I would eat chocolate while watching Mr. Magoo.
I would eat chocolate instead of dodo.
I like a good chocolate candy bar.
I would even eat chocolate from a jar.
I want to eat chocolate all day long.
Eating too much chocolate may be wrong.
They need to write about chocolate in a song.
Some people eat chocolate just to belong.
I would even eat chocolate in my Froot Loops
I would even eat chocolate with a big group.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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My choclate
My sweet chocolate which I own it sudden
I am scared that it might be finished soon
Because its taste is pretty secreted on
You are so delicious which gives happiness to my soul
Rather than me, even other people are said so
They keep on telling that you are so sweet of all
I will take good care of you my chocolate
Because you are the one as sweet as honey more
You are the best from the stuffs created on
A lot of are trying to eat my chocolate
And some are asking to let them know your taste
But how it can be? Let they don’t think of it
I am really sorry for them but I am the owner of my chocolate! ! !
My sweet chocolate!
poem by Luwi Habte
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Choclate Of Mine
My sweet chocolate which I own it sudden
I am scared that it might be finished soon
Because its taste is pretty secreted on
You are so delicious which gives happiness to my soul
Rather than me, even other people are said so
They keep on telling that you are so sweet of all
I will take good care of you my chocolate
Because you are the one as sweet as honey more
You are the best from the stuffs created on
A lot of are trying to eat my chocolate
And some are asking to let them know your taste
But how it can be? Let they don’t think of it
I am really sorry for them but I am the owner of my chocolate! ! !
My sweet chocolate!
written by someone who loves you
poem by estif Gebru
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Chocolate!
Chocolates, Chocolates, Chocolates,
Milk- chocolate, Mint-chocolate and semi-sweet,
Yummy dark chocolate is such a treat.
Chocolate yoghurt, sauce and chips,
And the chocolate dips,
One can have lot of sips.
Some are hard, some are smooth,
But at times give you saw-tooth,
Chocolate-shake, Hot chocolate are some drinks,
Which makes you wink.
Chocolate to express your love,
Which makes you feel above,
Chocolate to say sorry,
And then no worry.
So is chocolate healthy?
Or is just a mystery?
Or is chocolate a delight?
But, chocolates are just so right.
poem by Anju Addanki
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Sunday Afternoon in Chocolate City
It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City.
I only came to visit,
but I drank of a bittersweet brown elixir
and came down with an allergic reaction to leaving
My endorphins got all swollen
with the spiritual notion
of Black Love
It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City
My lover is on bended knee beside me
We had been fighting over nothing in particular,
Perhaps just because the thing between us is so strong
We barely have room for our own selves.
So we pray.
Pray for love
Pray for strength
Each for someone else
Then for one another
Together we Pray
for the anger to go away
Ask for understanding of a love so strong it chokes
and we can only breath together
we share the air between us
always, out of breath
always, needing more
Just like that,
reaching for a tissue,
an accidental brush
we are twisted limbs of amber and mahogany
backsliding into one another
sweaty in humidity
our wetness caramelizing on the floor
It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City
And we forgot to say “Amen”
by Ghetto Girl Blue
poem by Jessica Holter
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You Put Your Chocolate In My Peanut Butter!
Hey you, you have too much hair and we dont like what you wear
And you have really bad breath so were gonna beat you to death
Because there is plenty of us and only one of you weve got plenty
Of reasons and heres just a few you put your chocolate in my
Peanut butter I was walking and you were in my way you looked
At me without my permission you never even apologized you put
Your chocolate in my peanut butter thats good enough reason for
Me to bash you put your chocolate in my peanut butter thats good
Enough reason for me to smash no justice / theres just us / so trust us
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter you put your chocolate in
My peanut butter you put your chocolate in my peanut butter you put
Your chocolate in my peanut butter
song performed by by NOFX
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A troop of baboons (Terzanelle)
I saw a troop of baboons gather
with mothers inspecting for ticks
in a group coming together
feeling through heads with finger nails making sharp clicks
and small mouths finding nipples
with mothers inspecting for ticks
and two old cripples
came hobbling along
and small mouths finding nipples
and some female baboons howling as if in song
and babies
came hobbling along
and some were agitated as if having rabies,
and there were large females
and babies
and as guards a group of huge males.
I saw a troop of baboons gather
and there were large females
in a group coming together.
[References: Les Chercheuses de Poux by Jean Arthur Rimbaud and The Sisters by Roy Campbell.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Wrapped In Chocolate
I love the way the chocolate taste when enter into my mouth.
It covers my body with silkiness around my temple.
This chocolate feels warm when it enters into the body.
I feel the chocolate stirring up inside.
Causing my body to shiver.
This chocolate doesn’t melt in your mouth it because harden.
It strengthens the deeper goes and it grows.
The chocolate wraps me with whites of cream I ever seen.
I don’t want to share my chocolate.
I have become enchanted with the way this chocolate makes me feel.
This chocolate it’s made for one.
That one is I…
poem by Ms. Anika Martinez
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Chocolate Factory
he said:
''My business statement is:
fair trade of beans....chocolate beans,
fair trade of kisses between lovers....not only in Valentine day...,
fair trade of chocolate beans like nipples....''
poem by Atef Ayadi
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5. Chocolate
Chocolate made of yummy stuff
We taste it with delight
The more we eat the more we want
Some say this isn’t right
Chocolate looks so harmless
A smart smooth creamy block
With lots of little chunks to eat
All gone well that’s a shock
Chocolate does melt quickly
It runs between your fingers
Until you lick it all away
No fear it never lingers
Chocolate tries to temp us
In its many coloured pack
It tries to cause addiction
Being sure that we go back
Chocolate’s simple pleasure
Enjoy it while you can
With waistlines now expanding
We’ve installed a chocolate ban
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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It’s all about the Chocolate!
When certain holidays come around
I have often noticed it is true
It’s all about the chocolate
It is for me, now, how about you?
First on the holiday list is, of course
Valentine’s Day at the top of the year
Boxes of chocolate candies
Or chocolate roses sweet and clear
Easter is right around the corner then
Chocolate eggs and bunnies so sweet
Fancy paper wrapped around chocolate
Is such a wonderful treat
Of course, at Christmas there are Santa’s
In every shape and size
Finding them in the Christmas stocking
Is always a wonderful surprise
There is chocolate on a stick as well
They are so creamy and so yummy
Chocolate fountains with special treats
Are just perfect for my tummy
It really doesn’t matter at all, however
You can just be sad or stuck in a rut
Go visit the candy counters ‘cause
It is all about the chocolate!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Sunday Morning
Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late
No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state
Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays on the floor
Sunday morning papers are left outside the front door
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
(sunday, bloody sunday rest)
Glass of fizzy water helps to start the day
Sit and listen to sunday silence, problems fade away
Sunday cars and drivers break the morning air
Uncollected milk outside reveals theres no one there
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Bathrobes hang in waiting, windows steaming up
Somewhere in the sink downstairs lies an unwashed cup
Tea and toast for breakfast clear away the plates
Wash-up prepare for cooking sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
song performed by by Madness
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A Babies Simple Smile
A babies simple smile
So Innocent and pure
A babies simple smile
All my Sadness it can cure
A babies simple smile
Incapable of fraud
A babies simple smile
This leaves me feeling awed
A babies simple smile
This fills my world with light
A babies simple smile
Oh how I love the sight
A babies simple smile
It’s a blessing I am sure
A babies simple smile
May it never be obscured
poem by Raven Nevermore
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Well Actions
Worship accordingly, well are the actions
And the deeds concern us having an ordeal.
In our banks of thoughts we have an ordeal
For the money to grow on the heavenly branches.
The worship is like a gun offering dispositions,
Outings collide with other people’s outings
And the interiors of their homes keep life.
Will we consider the options laid before us?
Then please accept me as prayer has been offered
To collide with, without my help there is nothing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Chocolate Fever
It all started this morning,
When I was craving something sweet.
Hey how about some candy,
Wouldn't that be just the treat?
And that morning...
Creamy
Tasting light in my mouth
Tummy turning chocolate feeling heavy in my belly
Hit me
like
a BOMB
And now you see... I'm addicted
I can't keep your taste off of my mind
I just crave for more
Of my astonishing find
I have it every hour,
Every second of the day,
I can't even share this sacred feeling
To have some you have to pay
So pay up, pay up, HURRY!
Before I eat it all...
Oh...woops I'm sorry... It's Gone!
Hypnotizing delight and all
That night,
I dreamt of chocolate rivers,
Chocolate fountains,
Chocolate Buildings
Chocolate mountains,
Chocolate cities
Chocolate, Chocolate
Where art thou? ? ?
I miss you...
I need you...
You’re gone
And I crave you night and day,
Please Please come back...
I promise I'll pay.
poem by Gurkamel Gill
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Chocolate is Good for the Heart
Chocolate will never judge you.
Chocolate goes great with any occasion.
It is always there for you no matter the situation.
It is something you can count on to help solve your difficult problems.
Chocolate can help mend a broken heart.
Chocolate is good for the mind, body, and soul.
poem by Monica Stelly
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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