Open Poetry #6 |
Divinity for deVine |
Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
One day into the hearth I went, by the oven's glow, The scent of winter baking sifting softly through the air. The Confectioneryist was there putting on a show, With dough stuck to his fingers and some flour in his hair. The candy called 'Divinity' was his pride and joy, With many years perfecting what he called his 'Art'; And sometimes would secrete in each a little tiny toy, A ploy of his to often melt the hardest hard of heart. The dinger 'ding'ed and out they came, perfect in every way, Like pearly incandescent clouds upon a summer's day; And when he bent to get the rest, I pilfered some away And after tasting of his 'Art', here's what I have to say: It melts upon the tongue as soft as a feathered bed, Then sits upon the stomach, like a quarter tonne of lead. Alicat the Persnikitty As I sit here dimly thinking Watching modem lights a-blinking Churning out poetic hash. Lord, in all Your piety, Help me keep my sanity: Please don't let the modem crash! --Alicat |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
LOL....very funny! I didn't expect that! Good poem sir!!!! LOL |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Smiles...give me the chocolate or peanutbutter fudge over that stuff anyday |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I love surprise endings! Very good!! Denise |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
This is so sweet!!!!!!!! |
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