Black Licorice
Whooo ... wheee!
You there, comin up the stair, the feelin is ice-blue cold.
Shake, its more than I can take, Im startin to lose control.
Watch out, whats that noise, theres somebody at the door.
It must be black licorice, she come back to make me cry some more.
Time, aint on my side, Im losin it more each day.
Licorice, licorice.
Shes got evil in her eyes, and catnip is her taste.
Licorice, licorice.
She wraps me up in her slender legs, her hot black skin to mine.
Licorice, licorice.
Ple ... ple ...please, dont touch me, oh, I know Im dead this time.
Oh, oh, yeah ... licorice, yeah, black licorice.
Licorice, licorice.
Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
Licorice, licorice.
Licorice, black licorice.
Licorice, licorice.
Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
Licorice.
Licorice.
Licorice.
Licorice.
Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
Licorice, licorice.
Licorice, yeah, black licorice.
Licorice, licorice.
Licorice, licorice, black licorice.
Licorice, licorice.
Licorice, woah, black licorice.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Conniving Confections
Chocolate covered kisses
Lengthy licorice lashes
Ice cream eyes
Frothy fingertips
Your love was an artificial lie
poem by Julianne Richey
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My suicidal candy
There’s candy everywhere
Littering the floor
My candy openers still here
The bottle’s near the door
And so to open that candy,
The opener had to touch my wrist
And out flowed wonderful things
My Twizzlers, and my Licorice
And it hit the floor
Never stopping, my Licorice spring
So I drank my bottle of wonder potion
That dissolved almost everything
And little pills of chocolate
M&M’s, can’t you see?
A bottle of a magic Fruit Punch
All this candy is for me
More Fruit Roll up
Go down my arm
More white Skittles
They are my charm
And I keep slipping,
With my opener knife
Oh Butterfingers!
Life Savers with no life
Keep ‘em coming hands
More Jub Jubs, more Twix
More chocolate coated apples
Now they are my fix.
And I know what you’re thinking
How can she eat so much candy?
But don’t worry, I won’t be long
But they do come in handy.
Because now I’ve escaped
Now I’ve tricked thee
I’m leaving this awful world
And taking my suicidal candy.
I wrote this because some bad things are happening to me, and i needed to get it out. If you didn't notice, the candy represents something else, but since food has been my recent problem(I don't like to eat) , I wanted to show my previous/recent problem with that problem mixed in. And all of the candy means something else. I just hope everyone gets what i meant....
My Lunch
A candy bar.
A piece of cake.
A lollipop.
A chocolate shake.
A jelly donut.
Chocolate chips.
Some gummy worms
and licorice whips.
A candy cane.
A lemon drop.
Some bubblegum
and soda pop.
Vanilla wafers.
Cherry punch.
My mom slept in
while I made lunch.
Sometimes I Wish
Sometimes I wish...
I had some red licorice
Forget the food police
Guidelines and gibberish
Sometimes I want...
Just to be noncompliant
The hell with your rules
I choose to be defiant
Sometimes I yearn...
To keep the wages I earn
You give to nations of hate
Old Glory is what they burn
Sometimes I long for...
The end of perpetual war
Killed, wounded, and maimed
Yes, we all know the score
Sometimes I need...
America to succeed
So stop with the apologies
Our freedoms are guaranteed
poem by Charles Hancock
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Number 20
The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
with unreality
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that september afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
the licorice sticks
and tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum
Outside the leaves were falling as they died
A wind had blown away the sun
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Outside the leaves were falling
and they cried
Too soon! too soon!
poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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The Pennycandystore Beyond The El
The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where i first
fell in love
with unreality
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that september afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
the licorice sticks
and tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum
Outside the leaves were falling as they died
A wind had blown away the sun
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Outside the leaves were falling
and they cried
Too soon! too soon!
poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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Cold Hors d'oeuvres
Sugar-glazed driveways
reflect licorice branches
that beckon meringue mounds
spattered with stone sprinkles
along granola streets.
Coconut breezes caress divinity lawns,
and raisin sparrows dot frosted hedges.
Garden a’ la mode,
and rock candy eaves
surround cotton candy chimneys –
(and still I have no appetite for winter)
poem by Keith Langdon
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My Wonderland
oh in my wonderland
the clouds r cotton candy
the rivers r full of chocolate syrup
and there's a chocolate waterfall
all in my wonderland
the trees r hung with licorice and candy canes
the paths r lined with gum drops
there r u 10 ft tall lolipops!
as i dream in my wonderland
al the candy and sweets
i wake up in math class
were Mr. Huff is dicussing calcuis
i wish i was in my wonderland
poem by Olivia Freitas
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Blue Notes
All you players
who play the blues
play, play
play the sad news.
The minor chords
will take you down low.
Let the sax wail
and the trumpet blow.
Listen and lament with
that licorice stick,
all you lovers
sad and heartsick.
Let it all out boys.
Play, play, play.
Those tearful lovers
hear what you say.
They hear those blues
and they feel it too.
It will let their tears fall
like no other notes can do.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Time After Time
Time flies away, flapping its gossamer wings
like a hummingbird preying for a daffodil
and silently, perch upon its frail stem
and sap its saccharine treacles
Time escapes, running the chasms
with taciturn footsteps and invisibly
palled by shame and fear, I caught
a glimpse of its unwinding remorse
Time drank its vine licorice,
staining its pallid lips red and
the vermillion driplets on its chin
glimmered with a forbidden secret,
enthusing gravity itself
poem by Norman Santos
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Rubbish, Licorice and Paste
The environment and the scent of it.
That is all this is!
And the smiles entertained by tourists.
As they compare their sights on scenes...
That have been brushed and colorized.
While winos described as connoiseurs...
Have been listed on their maps,
As being more than able
To recommend the perfect Chardonay.
An over zealous marketing ploy...
Has described this village landed upon,
During this mystery excursion...
As a vacation destination!
And those who misunderstood this trip,
Have been told all East coast ghettos...
Secretly harbor fountains of youth!
And they clamor to get next to the natives!
Treating with twists of licorice and camera poses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem For Prolix
Tediously wordy.
the Latin prolixus
(extended, poured) ,
from liquere (to flow) ,
the source of words such as liquid,
liquor,
licorice.
Now do you see the connection - why consuming lots of Tanduay 65
make the teachers of Cancainap
prolix?
Let me try using the word,
No one has ever called her prolix.
At a seminar sponsored by the DECS,
Miss Manolita mumbled a few introductory words
and then sat in silence,
eyebrows arched,
arms folded,
for the remaining two loveless days.
She misses someone
No, not the prolix poet
But the sylvan lover.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Blame The Air
This air does not only hold your fragrance
That I dangerously yearn for, like a candle light
In this pool of kerosene I soused my heart
It holds the petrichor, the semicide breaths,
A faint streak of puissant hope,
A sanguinary stench of a fray,
Tobacco scents and licorice,
A cry of war, a song of plea,
A hefty drapery of confusion;
For now I suck on these withered buds
Fixing a daunted lion poise
And breathing the oppressed air
To live in deaths, until
The atmosphere can cradle
The resurrection of what was
Blaming a shapeless enemy.
poem by Norman Santos
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Sweet emotion
The taste of raspberry on her lips
Green apple candy
And fruit with strawberry dips
Aroma of lavender after a shower
Basil on pizza
Put there just to tease ya
Licorice sticks with sweet vanilla swirls
A beautiful girl with long golden curls
Cave into the emotion
A brand new puppy with big brown eyes
His aroma is lovely and pungent
I think I'll call him cinnamon
The smell of cloves on a freshly baked ham
And the taste of sweet candied yams
Make me drool like cinnamon
And the fool that I am.
Pearl Necklace
Perhaps the velvet tick-tock aired submission
Submerging discretion
With blinking magenta magnetically pulsating
Winter fuel thrusts
Of what savoring, sensual licorice lust
Or was it the lick-able planets emerging so hard
That brought my S.O.S erect
What peaks, what curves, candy-filled peppers
But weak devil exit troll me no more
Not for, for sure lactating pure
Must sweet where sweet once played
Divine defines this racing array
Of peanut-butter cups fully denoted
Dually exploded
Command it per bandit, tit, tit, tit, tit
What air
What ere
Why share my ware, this black ectoplasm
Spasmodic as the sun swims away
Your hot pearly necklace
And then there's grapefruit.
poem by Jonathan Butler
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Red Roses
Tommy is three and when he's bad
his mother dances with him.
She puts on the record,
'Red Roses for a Blue Lady'
and throws him across the room.
Mind you,
she never laid a hand on him.
He gets red roses in different places,
the head, that time he was as sleepy as a river,
the back, that time he was a broken scarecrow,
the arm like a diamond had bitten it,
the leg, twisted like a licorice stick,
all the dance they did together,
Blue Lady and Tommy.
You fell, she said, just remember you fell.
I fell, is all he told the doctors
in the big hospital. A nice lady came
and asked him questions but because
he didn't want to be sent away he said, I fell.
He never said anything else although he could talk fine.
He never told about the music
or how she'd sing and shout
holding him up and throwing him.
He pretends he is her ball.
He tries to fold up and bounce
but he squashes like fruit.
For he loves Blue Lady and the spots
of red roses he gives her
poem by Anne Sexton
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Brown Skin
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Where are your people from? maybe mississippi or an island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
You make me want a hersheys kiss, your licorice
Every time I see your lips, it makes me think of honey-coated chocolate
Your kisses are worth more than gold to me
Ill be your almond joy, youll be my sugar daddy
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Every time you come around, something magnetic pulls me and I cant get out
Disoriented, I cant tell my up from down
All I know is that I wanna lay you down
Every time I let you in, abracadabra magic happens as we swim
Higher and higher finally we reach heaven
Come back to earth and then we do it all again
Yeah..
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Skin so brown, lips so round
Baby how can I be down?
Beautiful mahogany, you make me feel like a queen
Tell me whats that thing you do that makes me wanna get next to you, yeah
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
song performed by by India Arie
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Two Decades and Two Years Of Marc Ferdinand
A fizzy tongue
jutted out
and in the pall of darkness
came a light,
a smoke,
a veil of white
you dragged like a devil
with pure intentions
and savage kills
Cradling hands
coated in brass
spinning like a compass
pointing North
and lashing violently
when pirouetted
Your mouth
ballasts a cigarette
and spews smoke,
blows bubbles,
and electric words
behind the crooked teeth
is a caged multitude
You slouched
keen eyes unwavering,
steadfast like beacons
and in this sloppiness
the scars and burns
from wounds and bruises
are the only vestiges
that raised your roof beams
strong enough to share
a pallid, generous shade
Yonder the stench of licorice
or stains of nicotine
are sober constitutions
rivaling the weather
and time's conundrums -
A father,
A beau,
A comrade,
A wise man
outgrowing
the age of twenty-one.
poem by Norman Santos
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If The World Was Crazy
If the world was crazy, you know what I'd eat?
A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat,
A lemonade sandwich, and then I might try
Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,
A nice notebook salad, and underwear roast,
An omelet of hats and some crisp cardboard toast,
A thick malted milk made from pencils and daisies,
And that's what I'd eat if the world was crazy.
If the world was crazy, you know what I'd wear?
A chocolate suit and a tie of eclair,
Some marshmallow earmuffs, some licorice shoes,
And I'd read a paper of peppermint news.
I'd call the boys 'Suzy' and I'd call the girls 'Harry,'
I'd talk through my ears, and I always would carry
A paper unbrella for when it grew hazy
To keep in the rain, if the world was crazy.
If the world was crazy, you know what I'd do?
I'd walk on the ocean and swim in my shoe,
I'd fly through the ground and I'd skip through the air,
I'd run down the bathtub and bathe on the stair.
When I met somebody I'd say 'G'bye, Joe,'
And when I was leaving - then I'd say 'Hello.'
And the greatest of men would be silly and lazy
So I would be king... if the world was cazy.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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(Sleep) This Isn't a Lullaby
Always remember things
Can be sung
In different runes.
Like this isn't a cotton field,
It's pollen from the moons.
And that wasn't a rainbow,
Swivelling
Above our trails,
That was God's licorice stick,
Stretching past the dales.
This isn't the night dusking,
Husking
The sunny fade.
Just the lights dimming
For the starry-light parade.
That isn't a wolf's howling,
Prowling
Into the shade,
Just a lone trumpet
For this band's serenade.
Those aren't moths flying,
Spying
Through your drapes,
Just fussy butterflies
Donning vintage capes.
The wind isn't moaning,
Groaning
Some spooky song.
It just hears the owl's ballad
And wants to sing along.
This isn't a creepy lurching,
Searching
Into the fogs.
Just a hymn rehearsal
From a choiring of frogs.
And those aren't phantoms clicking,
Ticking
To Halloweens,
Just little cricket limbs
Shaking their tamberines.
This isn't a lullaby,
I'm singing
Into your ear.
Just a tiny, simple song
To path you out of fear.
poem by K. Jared Hosein
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