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I don’t like chocolate

I don’t like chocolate
Yes, it is so
I do like caramel
But that’s neither here nor there
The two pair so well
But I don’t like chocolate
Rich, deep chocolate
Blech
I will eat milk chocolate
But not too much

If the chocolate has that waxy taste
Almost fake 
Like it was made in a factory 
And they were running low on coco
Add extra milk, maybe some sugar too
That I will have
But it needs something else
Like caramel
(I did say I like caramel)
Or maybe some crisped rice
(Who thought of crisped puff rice? I can imagine some ancient Asian rolling in their grave)
But not nuts

I don’t like nuts
I don’t like chocolate
I don’t like nuts in chocolate
You ruined my peanut butter!
You ruined my chocolate!
I’m fine btw, thanks

I do have a sweet tooth
Teeth some might say
But it’s cake over candy
Ice cream is A - OK
So a list of candies though it may be sweet
As a poem for me
Is just a treat

Twix, yes
But Snickers, no
Good & Plenty I’ll have a go
Red Hots too spicy
Skittles will do nicely
Sweetarts, are sweet hearts
Payday is a no though
Whatchamacallit, yeah, that I’ll hit
Sugar babies are the bomb
Oh Henry is an enemy
Though in a pinch, it sounds bizarre 
I’ll have a Three Musketeers bar.

This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem that includes at least one of the names of a candy listed above. You can delete the word “bars” from the candy name, but you can not change the order of the words in the name or add any words between the words in the name.

This is a longer piece and one where I’ve put more of me into it, unlike most of my poems. I didn’t want to do just a rambling off of the candies listed but did want to use more than a couple in some way. This is what I came up with. Something a bit more poetic looking morphing into the candy rhyming scheme at the end. Hope it worked and you enjoyed!

Black Days like Bright Ones

“Join us,” motioned the emperor towards the empty chair.

The double meaning was not lost on me, though it may not have been the intent. Here I was among the foulest of humanity. Truly depraved individuals, narcissists most, psychopaths the lot. Join them. Join in the mayhem, the indifference, the debauchery. It would be so easy.

I sat at the table.

“You’ve impressed me. Rarely have I seen such self control while in the midst of committing such … acts,” said Rinald. A sly, lecherous smile crawled across his lips.

“You impress too easily m’lord,” I said, barely above a snarl.

The bum across from him guffawed, nearly falling out of his chair.

“You take liberties.”

“I take what I want.”

I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones had I stayed. Luckily I had a prior appointment. Girl’s night out.

This is a Prosery prompt from dVerse: Write a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones.

The given line was: “I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones.” a line from ‘Dark August’, a poem by Derek Walcott.

I hope you enjoy!

Dichotomy of Views

A division of parallel opinion,
Set up for mutual division,
One on both sides of the issue.
We have everything to cling to.

We believe what is true,
Our truths split at the fork.
A road we never shared.
Who are we to question?
We walk along, alone.

I see you there,
Do you see me?
Is that a fog around your eyes
Or is that a storm clouding mine?

Reach to me,
I stretch out my hand.
Fingers brush, ideas skim and graze
Points of view and angles skew.
What weird exchange is this?

I see you and your point of view.
Seeing you, see me too.
Coincidence or confidence,
As if by chance,
This dichotomy is now symphony
Something we both see,
A partnership and a dance.

A Taste of Stew

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VANITY 3 Haikus

Mirror reflection
Ignore time’s character lines
My own lies flatter
        **
Empty bedroom piece
Bathroom furniture with sink
Wash my hands of you
        **
You think this is you
Everything all about you
Maybe you are right

Fornication’s Fire

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Was It Worth It?

Was it worth it?
  The chance I took
Seeing you in a crowded room, back to me
  When you turned around and the earth shook
I knew I had to catch your eye

I travelled through the drunken mass
  People crowded the room
Talking, laughing, drinking
  Holding me back as though a tomb
I had to break free to get to you

Once near, I caught your eye
  We shared a smile and a drink
I told you jokes and made you laugh
  You said you liked a guy who didn’t make you think
I took what I could get

It’s been years now since that day
  We’ve shared many laughs and tears
Ups and downs, ins and outs
  Shared triumphs and fears
Still, I try my best to not make you think

And on this day when we celebrate 
  The coming together of you and I
I can’t help but wonder 
  What would have happened if I didn’t try
But I know for sure the answer

Was it worth it?

Cupid’s Discarded Bow

Too torn down to look up 
Looking into the sun
Blinded by a love who kept you in the shadow
Don't look for salvation at the end of an arrow
Shot from cupid’s discarded bow

Your heart breaks anew every morning
Waking in sheets stained with neglect
A dry spot in a loveless desert 
How you wish for the rain to come
To drench your thirsty soul and soak your body

Come home my sweet
An automated message, a single finger push
The only effort he could spare
The cries for mommy the only true tear
That renders the stone in your heart

Hello
Who are you?
Just a vision behind a keyboard you’ve yet to see
So nobody?
Yup, nobody for you
Nice to meet you. 
Goodbye.

The cover of The Sex Cycle Collection. All four covers in a collage.

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In Need of Kisses

The night needs kisses
As night’s often do
My lips pressed against yours, me holding you
The darkness hides much, the desire that this is
The sky is black yet the stars are wishes
My heart is full of desire yearning for a love true
Our lips feed the night, as the morning brings the dew
For I am hers, and she is his

Kisses in the night
Your lips on mine
Things done wrong feel so right
No worries, everything is fine
With your kisses we just might
Let our heart and desires take flight

http://books2read.com/u/4DzwvkA Taste of Stew A collection of poems from seductive and spicy to thoughtful and observant. Poems from the AuthorStew blog and from across the Internet are gathered in this collection. Something in this collection is for you. Get a taste of AuthorStew’s poetry with A Taste of Stew!

The line between Triumph and Defeat is just one more

The line between Triumph and Defeat is just one more.


Just one more step
     And you’ll be out the door
          Just one kiss and she’ll be forever yours
 Just one night is all we had
       Just one more dream fulfilled
              Before I’m dead
    Just one more bite; it’s wafer thin
         F8ck off I’m full
Just one more time I’ll let you in
   My heart won’t break, not again
       Just one more dollar
            And just one more again and again
    Just one more thing and I’ll be happy
           Just one more minute
                 I’m afraid our time is up


The line between Triumph and Defeat is thin but just one more and you’ll win

This is for a dVerse prompt: today’s prompt is to write about that thin line between triumph and defeat.

The line between defeat and triumph is like I said often just that one last push that gets us over the edge. And sometimes that one more, that looks to get us to triumph is just one more step on a long road. Hope you enjoyed the poem.

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Too Much

/ Parent’s Lament

Honestly, it all gets to be a bit much, the running around and such, the back and forth and to and fro, pick up and here we go, I can hardly see what it is meant to be with all the round and round.

This is a dVerse prompt for a quadrille: Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including the word honest. I hope you enjoy!

See, Touch, Taste, Love

I see her
She’s shining like the dawn
A celestial body fiery hot

I touch her
Blowing dandelion
Soft, gentle, brushing over her skin

I taste her
Her essence like raindrops
A kiss most intimate on my lips

I love her
Animalistic heat
Passionate howls of wolves in the night

This is from a dVerse prompt:

And so for this MTB challenge we are writing as per the poetry form devised by Karan Naidu, which he called a Parallelogram de Crystalline (apparently dedicated to his soulmate, Crystal Rose)

Poetry Rules: Despite the titular length it is quite simple and short!

• 12 lines in total (each Capitalised but without punctuation)
• 4 verses
• 3 lines per verse
• syllable count per verse 3,6,9
• unrhymed

Poetry Theme: the beauty of a (real or imaginary) lover as compared with and described in images of nature.
(Crystalline literally means very clear or bright, therefore, keep the complementary images crisp.)

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