Fruit and candied peel,
beaten eggs, so rich and creamy,
flour so lightly spilled.
Salt, a sprinkle not too much, with
nuts a plenty whole; Cherries
quartered, halved, some eaten;
Now, comes self control........
The bowl is empty, 'crept a scrape,
with gusto they devour;
The spoon, the bowl, the
fingers too, all cleansed within their power.
Baked, till blossomed crisp and
gold, with smells to die for too;
Can I resist from now till Xmas,
no, that will never do.......
Marzipan, and icing thick with
baubles placed around it,
silver balls and reindeer paws
and "Santa" sits upon it.
Author notes
Today I made the Xmas cake ........
Written September 23rd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Christmas Childhood Memories by tawk.
425 points, ended December 9, 2006, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Your poem was great, I just loved it, good luck in the contest
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Thank you blu, glad you enjoyed it
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Thank you Robin
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im so used to the title being metaphorical...i wasnt expecting an actual cake poem. different. simple but nice. good job with writng this. enjoyed the read.
blu -
very christmas feeling nice page beautiful imagery wow this pretty good, this short, but yet very descriptive especially with the words you used.
Good Job.............Smells of spices, chopped and seasoned;
Fruit and candied peel,
beaten eggs, so rich and creamy,
flour so lightly spilled.
Salt, a sprinkle not too much, with
nuts a plenty whole; Cherries
quartered, halved, some eaten;
Now, comes self control........ -
Thank you and a merry christmas and a peaceful new year to you and yours
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Many thanks and have a wonderful Christmas and a peaceful New Year
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Many thanks
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A very "sweet" write. Shows the joy and fun of the holiday. Have a blessed Christmas.
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I could just taste it melting in my mouth *mouth begins to water*. This is a very tasteful write lol.
Safely hidden in the darkness,
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I love this write! I love how you can almost smell it as you read. I mean yes, it's prettie strange to be able to smell but we've all smelt cakes being cooked. So it makes it much easier, but also you can just see the kids grabbing at the bowl and spoon to finish it off. I really liked this writing! Great job! Keep up the good writing!!
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Aw... thanks you
In our house the "cake" is a symbol...doesnt get so much eaten..more looked at
Merry christmas and a peaceful New Year
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Thanks
Merry xmas to you and yours
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I hope you have a wonderful Christmas...and go easy on that Marzipan
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Marzipan is what we waited for at Christmas - and every year grandma would send us some from the old country in a big box filled with other goodies - loved the memories this brought.
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simply brill!
my granny bakes the most wonderful things..does our christmas cake too. alwasys makes such a meal of it!!! or should i say dessert!! mmmm how i love my granny's cakes. this is soo well written, such a cute wee poem. start to finnish..lets make a cake. so much christmas poetry floating about, i like this one more than the rest though..nice homely feel you can relate too. well done!! your a helluva writer. keep the poems flowing, going, growing and hope you have a terrific present day
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What a lovely thing for you to say that your Granny baked the most wonderful cakes and pies..I know she would feel so proud to hear that
It is always sad when we loose Granny's and Grandpa's... they always hold a special plac in our hearts
..perhaps you will follow in your Grandma's footsteps and be a really good cook
Glad you enjoyed this one and thank you for your kindness Jessica
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I like this one, and for the fifteenth time I liked this one sooo muich because it brought back memories and it also reminded me of my granny that had died a year ago in April, she wo9uld bake the best cakes ever!! The icing and everything tasted so good and her pies were the best!! Thanks so much! AGAIN!
Jessica' -
Thank you my friend
I am glad you enjoyed this pre taste
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Best part of the holidays is the baking
all smells and goodwill
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Sounds good to me... Hillbillie cake
Thanks for your words, they are appreciated
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I am sat here picturing feathers floating from a gnawed up pillow
Glad you like the poem, many thanks for your kind words
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Glad you enjoyed it
Many thanks for your kind words, I will keep you a slice
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Great
Mmmm! This poem was so delicious! Wonderful job, I LOVED your theme! This was so cute and jolly, I can't wait until the winter holidays, then I'll be smelling what I am reading in your poem!
I really enjoyed reading this piece cutiepie! Another fantastic poem, by a wonderful poet! Great job!
Purplerose
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Oh my! I could smell this from here!!! Very nice write. Yikes, Thanksgiving and Christmas both are around the corner...better get busy baking my own cakes ey? Very nice write
~Lyrical
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Yummy Good
Yummy. Oh My Gosh. The Holidays ARE sneaking up on us. I cannot wait either and I must get my Betty Crocker apron out and make a Black Forest Cake. You may have seen my Hillbilly Cake Recipe a fellow poet lent me.
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i think i might faint - where is my spoon lol yay to cake, and lots of it i say. just leave the ones you make for me next to my pillow, when i wake up i will eat them, then return to dreams of more being made.
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Well thought out (sifted)write
Dear Cutiepie,
What a wonderful idea for a poem! I had just finished eating dinner when I looked, and lo and behold, there was "cake"
in the featured desserts(poems) list.
This has such a homespun naturalness to it! And I also
had a somewhat premature feeling that the holidays were already upon us!
The poem does have one drawback however. Don't get to lick the bowl.LOL
Beautious!
John-Las Vegas, Nevada -
Thank you for your kind words, here we make them early so the liquor has time to seep
"Poitin" is used,(Moonshine)and the aroma is intoxicating
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Excellent
Excellent expression of the festive season (Don't know if it is politically correct to say Christmas) I am glad you made a Christmas cake .I remembered Christmas past ,even although it is only September. Well written good poem











