Neapolitan
is chocolate, vanilla,
strawberry ice cream
haiku by Fred Babbin
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Chocolate And Vanilla Swirl
When I was a child
I spoke, thought, reasoned as a child
My favorite treat on a hot summer day
Was a chocolate vanilla ice cream swirl
I'd have it for every meal if I had my way.
When I became a women
Grown and mature
I put aside all childish things
Everything but my love
For chocolate vanilla swirl
My only indulgence to my inner girl.
Not so very long ago
That swirl of chocolate and vanilla
Melded in a way I'd never dreamed of
Ice melted by fire
Our trust and desire
Sweetly blended
Bodies so entwined
It couldn't be said
Where we began or ended.
Looking back at our time together
The years have flown by in a whirl
As we allowed our indulgence
To lose ourselves
In the sweetness of our
Chocolate and vanilla swirl.
I hope there is forever
In this special connection
Of this chocolate boy and vanilla girl.
poem by Esther Brush
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Ice Cream Hair
My mom's hair is made of Chocolate Ice Cream.
My dad's hair is made of Mint Ice Cream.
My sister's hair is made of Vanilla Ice Cream.
My halve sister's hair is made of Strawberry Ice Cream.
My brother's hair is made of Coconut Ice Cream.
My halve brother's hair is made of Blue Berry Ice Cream.
My baby sister's hair is made of Banana Split Ice Cream.
What is my hair made out of?
All of the above,
and a hint of sprinkles; -) .
poem by Jasmine Aira
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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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If I Were Ice Cream
Wat flavor would I be
Would I be a classic like vanilla strawberry or chocolate some times i wanna run away with the goodness in my pocket. Ive been described as rocky road mmmm velvety chocolate and so sweet. my life hasn't always been easy so it makes since to me I'm soft but a little nutty talking about this icecreams making me hungry.
I wonder why icecream can be so comforting. But at the same time it's Different on the taste buds of everything. My taste buds scream loud for ice cream. But as human we don't realize how much we use that thing we use ice cream for broken hearts icecream has a way to cheer us up it's also used on a hot summer day to cool us off alil as the sun goes away.
what flavor best describes you
I love all types of ice cream so that means (I love you to) as I think of all the extravagant types that sit on the tip of the tongue man there's not even enough days on the earth to try every last one. I love flavors there all unique each one is different
poem by Keema Kreations
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The Zen of Ice Cream
Ice cream joins thinkers, twirls idea seekers
Around dueling dogmas, mythic epics
Dark philosophies, enchanting stories
Cover ivory vanilla towers
Metaphors for discourse strong, dense and sweet
Arguers desire hasty retreats
Scowling to smiling as trials melt away
Nuts suggest curses swept away verses
Tempting chocolate, strawberry compote
Ode to decadence, shameless opulence
Suggested by sprinkled cherry topping
Subversive banter atop frozen cream
Illusive reality never dreams
No suffering while eating frozen cream
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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The Mix
Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate hot
These flavors I crave a lot
Peaches, pecans, pralines so sweet
Cookie dough, mint I like to eat
Headed downward tastes I savor
I know not which I do favor
Pineapples, bananas with whip cream from a tap
These to be consumed from between the gap
Delicacy I like all these to put to the test
Especially when laid upon your chest
Areola covered by caramel is the trick
Gently fondled as I lick
Covered by chocolate as you know
Circles made from neck to toe
Bottoms up as candies I place
Around turned forward now I face
Macadamia nuts and vegan chocolate chips
All these gobbled from your hips
Honey used but you like it not
Did you thing that I forgot
Vanilla sky essences tasted so nice
Soybean, rice milk my Italian ice
Chickpea Saut that covers her rice
Curry, tarragon, basil and you the spice
You my queen are the Carte du jour
I will have you like chasseur
Parfait, passion fruit, and a Mango
Devoured from dusk down I go
Flowers bloom as leafs blossom
For you my dear is simply awesome
Bodacious vanilla a banquet I have dined
For sweet is the time I took you from behind
For where once parted lips were mine
A mouthful swallowed all the plum wine
Noir the knight I am and you are the lait
All was eatable and so all I ate
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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My Candy Dreams
As I close my eyes
I dream of a land,
Where everything is sweet
With coloured sherbet sand.
Filled with flavoured milk
The ponds, the rivers, the sea,
Strawberry, chocolate, banana
Vanilla and raspberry.
The clouds are cotton candy
The stars are toffee fudge
And when you see the Bassett tree,
There’s temptation to give a little nudge.
Flowers are made of candy cane,
The petals so soft and nice.
Deep within the biscuit house
To find some chocolate mice.
More than you can imagine
Marshmallows in the bath,
Coffee flavoured stones,
Lay upon the path.
Sitting in the hen house
Lays all the Cadburys cream,
And all of this exists
In my sweet candy dreams
©Copyright Anna Andrews 2010
poem by Anna Andrews
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Erotica Maximum
Vanilla skies on a chocolate dream
Pierced the sky a mocha beam
Thoughts the body has of false pail
Mediterranean seas I choose to sail
Longing just to hold the sky’s hand
Colors blend in Neverland
Deep went the chocolate man
Covered vanilla with a bronze tan
Contorted reality in black you’ve dressed
Esoteric words me you’ve impressed
Energies exchanged food for thought
Contentment found was what I sought
Strawberry peach so bitter sweet
Bodies intertwine to summer’s heat
Pink walls I must try to breach
Speaking in tongue to eat the peach
Unadorned the surface of the true love
Chocolate fits the sky like a glove
Passions flair sounds of the night
Friction heat from cometh the light
Fire blazes giving all you’ve got
Soothing the scratch to hit the spot
Strolling across barren lands
Vanilla melts in chocolate’s hands
Exposed they lay as chocolate kissed the sky
There bodies beautifully sings my, my, my
Twisting and turning biting of the lips
Moaning and groaning the solar eclipse
Darkness penetrates the light
Open skies puts up not a fight
Climax the passion releases Screaming
Quite the night for they are now dreaming
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Overload Sugar Rush
Candy coated apples
Chocolate ice cream with just a bit of sprinkles
Tangy mike and Ike
Skittle flavored milkshakes with cherries on top
Gingerbread cookies with a strike of milk
Watery lemonade
Cupcakes of wonder
Twisted vines of vanilla extract
Banana cream pie with whip cream on top
Just the perfect life full of innocence
Sour patches running through the veins of angel cake
Dry gumdrops running the chocolate wafers
A Fein for the extra sugar planted down the roots which she dare not goes
The black roses that stood from the berry rush
Just a strawberry ruining the veins of innocence
The black licorice is was just so irresistible wanting to try it
But too afraid for it gives you addiction to the darkness
The rotten sweetness of a teenage girl
A strawberry to a blackberry
Consideration and a fan of sweet suicide
Vitamin pills that scream “eat me I’m death! ! ! ”
Tempting to do it, she asks for a peck of beauty to awaken
No savior from the ugliness of the sour patches
She cries watery fruit punch that gives diabetes
She shall never have candy coated apples again they all say
But she smiles hours later because she realizes
She isn’t the only one who lost her sweetness
Because she looks at me as a role model
Because I myself have sour patches too
And we all who have lost our sweetness to the evil sour patches
Shall stand together holding hands fighting it as one
We will shoot those sour patches with fireballs of sweetness
And we shall laugh as they fall
Don’t shed a tear girl
Because we are sour patches hoping to become sweet again
And candy coated apples we shall be someday! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Marie Jones
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Nuclear Meltdown...
the first melting you
experience is an ice cream
the vanilla and
strawberry melting
under the summer sun
and you have fun
licking each sweet
delight,
now, have a reality check
with man's craze
over instant energy
it has indulged in nuclear
reactors
on top of earthquake threats
or fault lines
don't they have that
prognostic sense?
now, the people have to
suffer
it is not about ice cream
it is about
the loss of lives of
children and women
and every
living thing
within the harmful
radius of radiation.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Self-centered....
the blond
has a hand that carries a cone of
vanilla ice cream
it is summer
he looks at the sea
and lets his ice cream melt
not licking it yet
the sea is so blue
a woman looks at his
well chiseled body his
butterfly back
his abs and
strong arms
the ice cream melts
the man looks at the sand
and estimates the size
of his shadow
the sand is so white
the woman with her long black hair
in a two piece
the main attraction of this poem
backs out
and buys her own cone of
vanilla ice cream
and she licks it until the ice cream
is consumed
the man goes to the sea and makes
his needed dive
indeed the sea is so blue
and it is a sad summer....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Fit In, We're Going
here comes the sun, is a cliche.
i put a spell on you, is another cliche.
i think i love you, most abused cliche.
you complete me, movie cliche,
strawberry fields,
scents of magnolia, fresh and soothing,
vanilla ice cream,
chocolate Popsicle,
mint puffs,
and cotton candy, and black forest.
coca-cola and ice cubes,
inside a glass
against the summer sun
your lips sucking the straw
your face covered with my shadow.
i am no longer conscious about their
taboos
got mine, and i like it
when i am finally free.
i store more cliches and
lick them
like Popsicle on a hot
summer day.
no hard feelings. Just fit in.
we're going.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O Chocolate, My Chocolate!
O chocolate, my chocolate!
thou art truly the food of Gods
with tempting shapes and flavors
thy center a gooey warm paradise of caramel
that maketh my heart melt and brain joyous
filled with endorphins and all things nice
O chocolate, my chocolate!
Thou doeth tease me
blanketing strawberry mousse
and cherry cream
with liquor for added pleasure
giving me surprise when I sink my teeth
in thy glorious chocolateness.
O chocolate, my chocolate!
can there be any other that gives me comfort
as thou?
on a rainy dark night,
no other keeps me warm and quenched
than a warm cup of thick chocolate
to drink and to dip from
O chocolate, my chocolate!
bonbons and toffees
bars and liquid
powder and chips
doeth it matter what form you take?
like water and air
one form need not be taken
to share the happiness you bring
O chocolate, my chocolate!
from Kit-Kats to Mars bars
Twix and Snickers
Hershey's to Godiva's
to the cocoa beans that were
blended in spices by
bloodthirsty Mayans
thou has pledged and won
a place in my heart
and taste buds.
With my love,
An ardent and hungry fan.
poem by Anne Bonny
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Hot Chocolate
Black Butterscotch, Caramel
Coconut In A Cup
Cookies-N-Cream, Brown Sugar
With A Vanilla Scent Of Lust
Let Me Spin My Straw In You
And Watch The Waves Swirl Through
With A Thick Blast Of Honey Almond
It's A Hot Chocolate Whirlpool
So Hot The Heat Could Melt Marshmallows
And Make Our Bodies Feel Warm
I Could Feel The Temperature Level Rising
In Your Soft Steamy Form
When I Get You On The Table
Or On The Counter Top
You Are A Simply Delicious Delight
From Your Bottom To Your Top
Down To The Last Drop
I Just Don't Want To Stop
Hot Chocolate..... Hot Chocolate.....
So Many Flavors To Savor
Every Time I Finish
You Keep Me Coming Back Later
Addicted To Sweet Sips
By The Touch Of The Tongue
I Believe That I Need You
Hot Chocolate Got Me Sprung! ! ! !
poem by Cortez Maurell Lewis
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Chocolate Or Flowers?
Ice cream, chocolate, or flowers?
I asked the girl of my dreams.
She looked at me in a moment of glee,
And asked why not all three?
Now if you would believe that sentence,
Then you don’t know women much.
For flowers and ice cream are very nice,
Without chocolate you’ll never get touched.
There is a fruit called passion fruit.
But I will swear to this.
If you don’t bring them chocolate often,
Then you will never be kissed.
So put away those daffodils,
And throw away that rose.
Arriving without Swiss Chocolate,
It’s out her door you’ll go!
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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Sweet Somethings
Chocolate eclaire
Creamy, dreamy confection -
Indulge if you dare!
Strawberry shortcake
Smothered high with whipping cream -
Negates my sport shake.
Chocolate covered ants -
Exotic delicacy
(Not those in your pants) !
Bubbling hot spiced wine
Slowly seeps into your brain -
Makes you feel just fine!
Midnight PH friend
Tops my list of sweetest things -
With writings well-penned.
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 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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5. Priceless
Chopping up walnuts whipping up cream
Grating fine chocolate that tastes like a dream
Out from the oven all cakes raised well
Looking delicious and what a great smell
Onto a rack place the sponges to cool
Watching with interest whilst perched on a stool
Melting more chocolate to use as a topping
Take all the walnuts spent so much time chopping
Lifting cooled bottom cake onto a tray
Thickly whipped cream spread as thick as you may
Then placed the top sponge on cream like a hat
Sharp eyes watched cream they belonged to our cat
Hot melted chocolate now drizzled on top
Getting quite thick we will soon have to stop
Sprinkle the nuts into chocolate now setting
Along with the grated choc we’re not forgetting
Could it be time to try what looks nice?
Two sponges in one means you get something twice
Where is the knife that will cut me a slice?
Whatever it costs I will pay any price
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Hot Chocolate And Ice-Cream
My positive book says I’m free
and empowered, decided to test
their theory by ordering hot chocolate
and ice-cream, dipping the ice-cream
in the hot chocolate mixture – now the
cold doesn’t hurt my teeth; the liquid
is cooling down rapidly
Definitely makes me feel empowered,
free to create anything – though restaurant
food taste of rubber and plastic, I’m free not
to eat it – when hunger makes eating inevitable,
I simply fill up on ice-cream and chocolate;
I agree with their theory: I am
an empowered being!
poem by Margaret Alice
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