ice cream

The Vanilla Bean Ice Cream Clan

Once upon a time in a far away land,

An ice cream Queen led the Vanilla Bean Clan.
Their containers were generally purple and blue,
Still, no one, but no one really knew,
If the Vanilla Bean Clan’s flavor was true.

You see, their lids were cast from forged steel. 
A welded ring formed an impenetrable seal.
With no window or door for the curious to explore,
No one really knew their flavor for sure.


The Queen’s edict, ruled the land, 
No one, but no one, in her clan
Shall ever remove their lid, for if they did,
The penalty was death by thaw,
For those who did and those who saw. 

 

Once upon a day in this far away place,
A teen brought upon the kingdom disgrace,
He replaced his lid with cellophane, his flavor plainly seen,
This ice cream teen was butter pecan, not vanilla bean.
No one but no one should have a cellophane screen! 
And if that weren’t enough to disgrace the Queen, 
His container was not purple and blue, but breen.

 

The legislature worked quickly to outlaw breen, 
Before the child was brought before the angered Queen,
To answer for violating the rule of the land,
And for the secondary charge of “butter pecan.”
Before sentencing the boy to die, 
The Queen asked one question, “Why?”
To whit the eloquent teen did reply:

 

“I beg you great Queen, hear my plea,
My Queen, My Queen, how beautiful are thee, 
Your container and lid are for all to envy,
The only thing that could rival such perfection,
Is your inner Flavor that I can only imagine, 
Although never seen, I accepted this as true,
But hope you will share your flavor with me
as I have shared my butter pecan with you."

 

The Queen responded before a packed hall 
Of pint sized dignitaries and peasants and all, 
Conspiracy to "off a lid" is a capitol offense,
Wishing to see my flavor is not a defense,
I am beautiful and he is not,
So offing my lid was his jealous plot!
His fate was sealed when he was caught!
Throw the revolutionary into the melting pot.

 

As the boy melted into butter pecan stew, 
He screamed out to the Queen, what he now knew,
I see! … I see! … I see you!

 

Although the Queen’s lid was still securely intact,
Her vanity and in-ice-creamity were indefensible facts. 
Her flavor was now keenly known. 
One might think she would be overthrown, 
But one would be wrong now and then, 
For no one took their lid off ever again.
No one, but no one in the Vanilla Bean Clan,
Wanted to end up like butter pecan.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is meant to represent the idea of an authority tell people who they are and who they should be, and punishing people for exploring and embracing their individualism. Although the Vanilla Bean Queen refuses to let you see the true of herself directly, the true of her is nonetheless exposed through her actions (i.e., "I SEE YOU").

and i want love to hold your soul

Folder: 
Love, Romance

i want to take you for a ride

through the mountains,
watch the sun go down

beneath the shade of evergreens,
and make a wish upon the first star we see

under the moonlit sky,
and on the way home,

i want to buy you an ice cream cone,
and i want you to hold mine for me,

as i drive through the streets,
because next to you, my love,

i am mesmerized,

just as i was on the very first day,
by the twinkling light

dancing in your eyes.

 

i want to pull in the driveway
and feel you smile inside

when you hear the dog bark,
and are at last assured i was comforted,

despite your absence,
by an unconditional love,

equal to that you have given me
for so many years,

immeasurable among the reasoning

of common people,
your love has been a gift of inexplicable worth,

that shallow men cannot fathom.

 

i want to watch as these ties of love,

having bound us so close,
manifest all the years of deep committment

while we bask in those first hours

that unfold our new beginning.

 

i want to touch your lips
and feel the warmth of your breath upon my fingertips,
feel my heartbeat jump into my throat
and my eyes become as magnets to yours,
and melt away the scornful words of men
that sought to tear your manhood down,
relentless and bitter cruelty leaving scars
without a sound to human ears,
but sure as the sun shines in the sky,
wounds real hearts can hear.

 

i want to feel your flesh on mine,
as my mouth touches every part,
and trade the place i keep in my mind,
for a journey into your heart,
i'll tell you every longing
as each breath becomes desire,
unspoken, though well understood,
as love takes ahold of our fire.

 

i want to hold your soul
in love's embrace,

too much time denied,
because to me, my love,
you're just that precious,
i don't want to change

what is shining inside,
and with time we'll journey on this road,
the good things and the bad,
and know that little can lead us astray,
because the worst has already been had.

 

and so that is what i want... i want love to hold your soul.

 

 

11:58 PM 6/13/2013 ©

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Love Sonnet #1001

 

 

 

Bixi Girl

Folder: 
Lithe Writing

I spread the houses
like a blanket
On the grass
Laying soft against plaid baskets
Off the track
An aimless ribbon of tar and shoes
Trailing behind your summer jeans
In the yard

And I climbed mountains
Clanging footfalls
In the stands
Where I chased the score:
Our idle hands,
Your restless skirt
Laughing, Wiped melted sky
From
My
Lips

The sun, a hopeful cradle
For my head sharing
Chairs
Ice cream
Sunglasses framed in white
A song in one seat in the back of
A car on the way home
On school nights
To your house,
An alabaster chest
Locked with streaming lamplight
Resting on the bottom
Of a starry
Inky
Sea

In the suburbs

They're all just fingers
But these are my own
Running on
Hedgerows
Through the sky
To a Christmas tree city,
Our high school town

And there I was
In the grass forever
A photo on the shelf
Long after I was gone

Here, I am an aquarium
A sprawling tree on your street.
And you are the nightly golden
Eyes of home

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*Bixi is a name for a stone tortoise that, starting with the Han Dynasty, was used as a pedestal for tablets listing the deeds of emperors and dignitaries. They were often used in funerary practices.

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