The darker the better, that's what I say,
its bitterness suits my mood.
Save your sweets for another day,
just give me that Aztec food.
Savour the melting spreading scent,
feel its smooth advance;
I know where my troubles went,
lost in Godiva's dance.
Rattle the pans and bake it quick,
dark as the shadow of sin;
this feast is fulfilling, warm and thick,
forget about staying thin.
Tears are shed, cannot stay pent,
take up every chance:
I know where my troubles went,
lost in Godiva's dance.
copyright Margaret I. Gibson Bates, 2009
Author notes
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godiva_Chocolatier
A contest entry
- HUGUENAUTIES CONTEST No.# 49 "CHOCOHOLIC" FOR MEMBERS OF HUGH WYLES’ FAVOURITES GROUP ONLY!! by huguenauties.
750 points, ended October 24, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thank you for reading
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congratulations on a well deserved gold and for entering the contest
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Thank you Pattiboo; this is an honour and a responsibility. Thanks for creating and running a successful group contest.
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Ah, imaginining Godiva covered in gold leaf,
along with very dark chocolate squares,
all dancing around you, swirling
the bitterness away and
bringing a smile to
your face!!!!!
Sending love and hugs across the miles, Margaret,
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CONGRATULATIONS, Margaret!
Happy to see you won the GOLD trophy!!!
It's a great place to be...lost in Godiva's dance!
♥ Maureen
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Congratulations on the Gold, Margaret
A well deserved prize
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Congraulations on your Golden Godiva's Dance. A well deserving write Margaret.
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excellent
We are on the same theme here
I wrote about Godiva's chocolate
Enjoyed the read
Best of luck in the contest
Hugs
Susan~~~
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Lovely poem..made me want to dance (and eat Godiva's darkest chocolate)!!!
BEST OF LUCK in this contest! (How sweet it is!)
♥ Maureen
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"dark as the shadow of sin": what a beautiful line! I also love line 4 "Just give me that Aztec food". I also love "rattle the pans". I also love "It's bitterness suits my mood".
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Dark is better, I say. Let the Lady have hers, though. I don't think I ever saw a fat Aztec so they must not have had the dark smooth, melt in your mouth goodness.
Passing up chocolate is like letting go of that which holds us in its grasp, taking every chance to make us feel at fault, sad for partaking of that which only satisfies for the moment.
I sense the overpowering feeling of struggle here, the fight of a fight which CAN be won though the outcome may not yet be known.
Blessings, my friend and good luck in the contest
Dee
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Dear Margaret,
Keep writing sweetheart, it's a good way to get all your feelings out, though it's a hard road to travel you will reach the end of it one day and come out a better, stronger Lady.
Let Godiva keep her chocolate and you switch to the delicious ones.
Great poem my dear friend, good luck in the voting.
Love Joan
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How powerful ...
the release of bitterness into verbalization thereof! Poetry indeed is healing. Write on, Margaret, and get rid of every sliver hurting the heart in its piercing agony. Soon you will dance the Dance of the Sunlight Queen, diamonds adrift on Ocean of Gleam.
Love to you, and all my prayers.
Myra
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I love your opening lines Margaret and I too am a fan of the dark variety.
Sometimes just that little taste gives us a break from daily weights. For that respite alone I'm willing to risk gaining a pound or two so strike up the band.
Well written piece indeed. Good luck in the voting.
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Dear Margaret,
I read a story somewhere where
Lady Godiva in despair
took off her clothes and rode, quite bare,
around some city's market square
enshrouded only by her hair
but folk were not allowed to stare...
I wish that I'd been there!
I also read that Peeping Tom
stood where he could observe her from
and, at the sight of her, went blind,
driven completely from his mind.
T'were best the shades to hide behind
and not to witness one so fair.
But I wish that I'd been there !
I presume that "Godiva's Dance" is yet another brand of chocolate unknown to me but if it's dark with a touch of the real 'bitter' taste in it, like Cadbury's "Energy" or many of Lindt's varieties, I'm sure I'd like it. Edna however, prefers Cadbury's "Dairy Milk". Either way, in times of affliction, chocolate is a great agent to soothe the troubled heart as I'm sure the sight of Godiva should have been.
Thanks and applause for entering this interesting and beautifully crafted poem.
Good luck in the voting.
Love and hugs as always, XXX Hugh (R.)
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A smooth read
Godiva's dance? The only Godiva I ever heard of rode naked through the city on a horse .
. Ah Yes! the penny has dropped another brand of chocolate I haven't heard of, what have I been missing all these years?
I seem to have an urge for dark chocolate all of a sudden- alas there is only milk chocolate
with hazel nuts lurking somewhere in a drawer sigh!
good luck in the contest
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I don't care for Godiva's chocolate, but I really like your piece.
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Ah, Margaret, dance away!!!
If only the darkest of chocolate
could so easily banish
the darkest of troubles!
A potent, imaginative piece!
M -C
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