One Man's Wife
Not that he promised not to windowshop,
or refuse free samples; but he gave up
exploring warehouse bargains, and forgot
the trial offers he used to mail away for.
After, that is, she laid on the counter what
she'd long kept hidden under the penny-candy,
and demonstrated (one up-country Sunday)
the total inventory of one wife's general store.
poem by Philip Booth
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A Penny Candy Store
Walking by an old abandoned building
That once housed a penny candy store,
I envisioned all the wide-eyed children
As they gazed at the display of candy galore.
I was saddened by the closure,
And it took me back to the days of yore
When I, too, was spending my pennies
At the neighborhood's penny candy store.
As a youngster, I stared in disbelief
At all the candy unsurpassed
And often rubbed my fingers unconsciously on
The counter top of highly polished glass.
At the proprietor's helpful suggestion
I would only remain silent and gape.
The variety of candy caused me to be uncertain
As to what penny candy I would take.
What a thrill to have a penny in my hand?
It is a feeling that I still cherish today.
I was able to go to the penny candy store
To select and buy candy my own way.
Though I may still be indecisive at times
While viewing the niceties by the score,
The thoughts of time tried candy still remain
From the old, neighborhood candy store.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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~ She's '' EYE CANDY '' - adult humor
I was cruising the candy aisles at my local
Wall-Mart. I was looking for a sweet thing,
whilst pushing my cart. Then out of nowhere
she caught my eye. Now there's my kind of
candy, I said with a sigh!
~
There displayed in a halter top; cut off jeans
way too small. She made my eye's bulge and
That wasn't all! She's eye candy, Good n Plenty
a Pixy Stix so fine. Gift wrapped to please; a
treat sooo divine!
~
She gave out free samples; right in the store.
She knew I would be hooked, that i'd be back
for more! She's eye candy, what can i say.
She's Mint, a life saver and my Milky Way.
~
There's no denying, my Bit O Honey's satisfying.
She's a confection of perfection! She is my Star
burst a Candy Kiss I can't resist and she'll
always '' come first '' on my shopping list....
********************************* *******************
~TJW~
I Met My Girl On The Other End Of My Penny Chew (Fun Poem 19)
Well, there I was in the candy store,
choosing my candy from the counter.
In she walked wings on her feet,
and her head, way up in the clouds.
I grabbed up a penny chew,
before I could even get the wrapper off,
she was on the other end of it.
I looked down my nose;
all I could see were teeth,
and two big eyeballs looking at me.
Well, there I was looking at what I had hooked,
the fish kept wriggling in front of me.
When along she came bold as brass,
and stood right there beside me.
I grabbed up a penny chew,
before I could even get the wrapper off,
she was on the other end of it.
I looked down my nose;
all I could see were teeth,
and two big eyeballs looking at me.
Well, I had had enough by now,
so I asked her to marry me.
Those big eyeballs rolled around,
and the teeth said, “Yes please.”
So here we are on our wedding night,
all tucked up in bed and I looked,
not a penny chew in sight.
I said, “No penny chews, my dear? ”
“I don’t believe it! Our wedding night and all he wants is a penny chew! ”
poem by David Harris
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Some Just Want What They See
Wisdom is not accessible,
To anyone walking into a candy store.
With a wish list to pick and choose,
Their experiences.
Assuming they will get a choice to lick,
Through a few samples.
It takes a willingness to bob and weave through thorns.
Crawl on knees already scraped and worn.
For many to pass those tests and failures to admit.
Before any selection made at a candy store,
Can be appreciated for the variety of flavors.
That sit within it.
Ask the one who has the 'key'.
And responsible to pay the bills.
Some just want what they see,
Without knowing what's involved.
To just turn the lights on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Candy
Candy
Its a rainy afternoon
In 1990
The big city geez its been 20 years-
Candy-you were so fine
Beautiful beautiful
Girl from the north
You burned my heart
With a flickering torch
I had a dream that no one else could see
You gave me love for free
Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go
All my life youre haunting me
I loved you so
Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go
Life is crazy
Candy baby
Yeah, well it hurt me real bad when you left
Im glad you got out
But I miss you
Ive had a hole in my heart
For so long
Ive learned to fake it and
Just smile along
Down on the street
Those men are all the same
I need a love
Not games
Not games
Candy, candy, candy I cant let you go
All my life youre haunting me
I loved you so
Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go
Life is crazy
I know baby
Candy baby
Uou uou uou
Candy, candy, candy I cant let you go
All my life youre haunting me
I loved you so
Candy candy candy
Life is crazy
Candy baby
Candy baby,
Candy, candy
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Candy-o
Candy-o, I need you
Sunday dress, ruby ring
Candy-o, I need you so
Could you help me in?
Purple hum, assorted cards
Razor lights youll bring
And all to prove youre on the move
And vanishing
Candy-o, I need you so
Candy-o, I need you so
Edge of night, distract yourself
Obstacles dont work
Homogenize
Decentralize
Its just a quirk
Different ways to see you through
All the same in the end
Peculiar star, a-thats who you are
Do you have to win?
Candy-o, I need you so
Candy-o, I need you so
Candy-o, I need you so
(candy-o)
Candy-o, I need you so
(candy-o)
song performed by by Cars
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My Dear Irish Grandfather
My grandfather recalled
Some days of old when he
Collected pieces of coal -
Black cotton -
From the train tracks in his town, our U.S.A.
In his hands he'd hold
Pieces he brought home - coal to burn in a pot belly stove -
The only way sometimes
For him and his 'Pa'to keep warm back then in the days of old.
That's a story he told me.
I remember as a little girl
Walking along the road to the little one room candy store - the road that was
Part of my world -
By the greenhouses where flowers grew for market.
My friends and I looked for coke bottles amoung the tall grasses
Worth not one cent but two!
Each small glass bottle we found meant two pieces of penny candy -
Like a Christmas stocking feast - making our hearts soar..
My grandfather found coal
But lots of times we got candy at the penny candy store!
poem by Gayle Sweeney
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Candy, Candy, Candy!
You’ve heard the expression many times
About a kid in the candy store
But there’s a place I’ll tell you about
That has every kind of candy and more
The containers of candy go way back
To retro styles of such fun
Candy from your childhood too
You’ll no doubt find every single one
A soda fountain graces the store
Oh my, sure takes me back
Way back when I was a teenager
Yes sir, that’s simply a fact
Cherry red stools to sit upon
As you smile and make your choice
Of delicious enticing concoctions
You just plain want to rejoice
So maybe someday you can be
As lucky as we were to see
A store that’s filled with delicious
Candy, candy, candy!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Chewin Gum
I don't like stakes or fancy cake
I'm full of ice cream food
I have just one effection
I really love to chew
Lollipop or chocolate drop
Have no effect on me
But when I have some chewin' gum
I'm as happy as can be
My mama gave me a penny
To buy some candy
I didn't want the candy
So I bought some chewin' gum
(Oh, yum, yum,yum)
I love my gum
My mama gave me a nickle
To buy a pickle
I didn't want a pickle
So I bought some chewin' gum
(Oh, yum, yum,yum)
I bought some gum
Each time I find myself with a guy
I hurry to the store
Cause' the boy who sells me chewin' gum
Is the one that I adore
My mama gave me a quater
For solter water
I know I had an order
But I bought some chewin' gum
...
...
Each time I find myself with a guy
I hurry to the store
Cause' the boy who sells me chewin' gum
Is the one that I adore
My mama gave me a quater
For solter water
I know I had an order
But I bought some chewin' gum
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Which Flower Is This
Which flower is this? They don’t have penny Candy
Anymore- They have plenty of dollar stores
With dollar candy, which used to be penny candy:
They aren’t accepting applications; they’ve got a stack
Of them so high,
The skyscrapers cause falls of shadows in the heart of
A Midwestern city,
But not enough time: I write this because I brag I
Gave a hobo all my pennies today,
Two fifty cent pieces I stole from home:
They were both worth fifty cents;
He can buy a little beer. Look at the scars on
This side of my face, mirror- Now look away;
And I haven’t been to visit your grave, I’m sorry;
I’m too depressed to get out the door- Its too long a drive
Now that you’re my neighbor, honey-
Those silent green neighborhoods they don’t make anymore.
Now its all cemeteries:
Like Viking Kings in their houses, what great dogs
And chattel rubbed together it makes for
Slender tourism: I’ve seen her jogging everywhere, and her
Hair cascades the autumn where so many leaves sleep
Upon my floor.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Fanmail
Welcome
Weve dedicated our entire album cover
To any person who has ever sent us fan mail
This is a journey into life love
And the future of music fan mail
Tlc would like to thank you
For your support fan mail
And just like you
They get lonely too
Just like you
I get lonely too
Ahhhhhhhhh fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh fan mail
Just like you
I get lonely too
Ahhhhhhhhh fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh fan mail
Just like you
I get lonely waited for you for so long
Too many days since january
Im still sittin miss alone
We shoulda did this already
Said I got an e mail today
Kinda thought that youd forgot about me
So I wanna hit you back to say chorus
Just like you
I get lonely baby
I could really get to know you
Take my time to show you
Dont tell anybody what we do
When I get lonely take me
To another place where Ill be
Into space just you and me
With no rules
Just like you
I get lonely too
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you
I get lonely too
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you
I get lonely ready for us to get it on
Aint got a love to call steady
Hope it aint like that for long
Ill be your friend if you let me
Dont want to come on strong
Cuz too many people wanna get me
But a girl will do what I gotta do chorus just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you
I get lonely too
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you fan mail
Ahhhhhhhhh
Just like you
I get lonely too man we had all kinda
Sorts of conflicting fan mail and letters
Some parents was like
Youre the thieves and the pimps and the thugs of stage
And you owe every mother in america
A public apology
Just like you
I get lonely too
One day I think Im gonna meet ya
Cant wait till the day I see ya
No doubt you just might be the one for me
I get lonely
Every day I think Im gonna meet ya
Cant wait till the day I see ya
No doubt you just might be the one I need
Just like you be me do what I believe in
And be myself
And I suggest everyone do the same thing
You do what makes you feel comfortable
Do what makes you feel happy
T l c
song performed by by TLC
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Jelly Beans
By the counter of the candy store
several small rumpled heads
are jumping up and down in joy.
They hear the store keeper's tread.
' What do you want? ' is the cry.
The moment he is in sight,
and if their tiny hands are penniless,
How embarrassing the plight.
They eagerly purchase the jelly beans,
They barely get outside
before they open the packages
and have them open wide.
An assortment of jelly beans is enough
to bring forth elated sounds of joy.
Such candy items it takes to please
a small girl or boy.
Oh! Could we all but remember
when the days of youth have fled,
the appreciation in the small things
like jelly beans - green, black, and red.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Candy Shoppe
Glass counter tops, sugar lollipops
penny candy, flavors of the week
rows of color, shades of caramel.
Survival boredom tasty, take a pick,
Singlism men sexy available; your choice.
Tranquility, serenity/flirtatious
neva to let any go to waste
that would be such a disgrace
No refunds only even exchanges,
No credit only crispy dallas /$.
Lap dance, dominoes or spades anyone?
Gifts or teases sorry Big Boi no dancing poles.
Maybe a hot lil something from them
secret hoes.
I’m sorry did I tell you I have
A man I’m off limits I just
keep order and run the show
but I can put you on to that
over thea one of those
chocolate pleasers.
She’ll come correct and say.
Games played right (wink) “hey you
Flirtin with me? You over there
Call me tonight.”
Candy Shoppe
confused about the flavors.
This one looks oh so good sticky/sweet
Lick your lips good
there’s no way you could loose.
They say there’s a million fish in the sea
Well there are that many flavors of candy to choose
If you feel you’re running out of flavors
When in doubt try mixing from 1 to 2
Or maybe even three….
The Candy Shoppe is such a beautiful
place to go & relax play some
games, spend some money
also time just be free.
(11*2004)
poem by Jae Centorino
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When I was four or five, my father had a general store in Winchester and I don't think the farmers could ever leave on Saturday afternoon until I had been placed up on the counter to sing.
quote by Dinah Shore
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Lumpy Corry
Lumpy Corry, sat on a penny. Lumpy Corry, found a penny. Lumpy Corry, has two pennies. Lumpy Corry, spent two pennies on lumpy candy. Lumpy Corry, gave the candy to, Miss. Lumpy DoWho. Miss. Lumpy DoWho, knows kungfoo and ate the candy, too.
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Making Cents
A Penny for my thoughts
doesn’t seem a princely sum.
It doesn’t buy much else
when all is said and done.
It might be that, In days gone by,
A penny bought a meal.
It was sufficient for the boatman’s fare
Across the Styx to steal
But now the humble copper
Is derided or forgot.-
When it comes to purchase power,
The penny has it not.
So if you would my thoughts peruse
there’s been a raise in rents.
You must come up with a dollar
I’m no longer taking cent$.
fear not, poems are still free.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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When I Was Five
walk to corner store
now gone
candy dots, lipstick,
and dreamsicle
drips on dress
ripped by group
of blue bird girls
on dike
river rushes
danger
unknown man
offers a nickel
for company
sleeps in porch
wood leg on floor
next to B & W television
watch 'Boston Blackie'
eat roast rabbit,
buttered bread
covered with sugar
and milk man smiles
in warm kitchen
door to outside
swing set
swallow
a penny
in pocket
with cracker
jacks
and ball
Copyright©2002
poem by Judy L. Brekke
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I Want Candy
I know a girl who's tough but sweet
She's so fine she can't be beat
Shes got everything that I desire
she sets the summer sun on fire
Chorus:
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
Goin' to see her when the sun goes down
There ain't no finer girl in town
You're my girl, You're what the doctor ordered
A treat so sweet ya make my mouth water
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better
But I like candy when it's wrapped in leather
Someday soon I'll make her mine
And then I'll have Candy all the time
I said..I said...
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
I want Candy
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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A man stands alone
A gloomy evening at the bus stop
He saw his best friend’s wife was seated in the bus
And he just waved but could not get in.
The last bus came
And he saw his best friend
After a long time,
Who was going home?
He promised him to meet on a Sunday
And he confessed to himself
Thinking of his friend’s wife.
His tears joined the drizzle
Which has turned to heavy rains?
And he drowned in the flood water.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Aside
Mail-day, and over the world in a thousand drag-nets
The bundles of letters are dumped on the docks and beaches,
And all that is dear to the personal conscious reaches
Around us again like filings around iron magnets,
And war stands aside for an hour and looks at our faces
Of total absorption that seem to have lost their places.
O demobilized for a moment, a world is made human,
Returns to a time that is neither the present or then,
But a garland of clippings and wishes of who-knows-when,
A time of its own creation, a thing of acumen
That keeps us, like movies, alive with a purpose, aside
From the play-acting truth of the newsreel in which we have died.
And aside from the candy and pictures and books we receive,
As if we were patients whose speedy recovery were certain,
There is proof of the End and the lights and the bow at the curtain,
After which we shall smile at each other and get up to leave.
Aside from the play in the play there is all that is fact,
These letters, the battle in progress, the place of the act.
And the optimal joy of the conflict, the tears of the ads
May move us or not, and the movies at night in the palms
May recall us or not to the kiss, and on Sunday the psalms
May remind us of Sunday or not, but aside from the lads
Who arrive like our letters still fresh from the kiss and the tear,
There are mouths that are dusty and eyes that are wider than fear.
Say no more of the dead than a prayer, say no more of the land
Where the body is laid in the coral than that it is far;
Take your finger away from the map of wherever-we-are,
For we lie in the map of the chart of your elderly hand;
Do not hasten the future; in agony too there is time
For the growth of the rose of the spirit astir in the slime.
For aside from ourselves as we are there is nothing alive
Except as it keeps us alive, not tomorrow but now,
Our mail-day, today of the blood of the sweat of our brow,
The year of our war to the end. When and where we arrive
Is no matter, but how is the question we urgently need,
How to love and to hate, how to die, how to write and to read.
poem by Karl Shapiro
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