Chocolate Icing on Vanilla Prose

By Sandra Glassman

The saying goes "LIFE IS BUT A DREAM" in my case that's true. I am a child prodigy, I could play piano by listening to the radio. My life was ordinary. I got married at eighteen, had two children, and taught piano. Somewhere from another galaxy out of the blue I started to write poems. I never studied poe

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brilliant Books Literary
• Release date: May 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798889452270

Sandra Glassman

Sandra Glassman is an author of poetry books. This book called Char-lee the Sloppy Floppy Tales is the story of Char-lee who is an elephant who lives with his family in the jungle. Char-lee siblings always tease him because Char-lee always gets into trouble one day Char-lee sets out to leave his family not having any knowledge as to where he will end up. As his journey continues, he meets animals who become his friends. he also finds out he has a twin brother names Cee-dent.The elephant brothers come upon a circus that is in a place nearby where Char-lee lived. Char-lees long lost brother works at the circus. Cee-dent gets his brother a job at the circus and the two of them are so liked at the jungle that people flock to see them in action They both bring smiles to the visitors. As their story continues, we learn that Char-lees family misses him so much. They want to search for him hoping it's not too late to be together and reunite.

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Contents

A Lesson Learned

A Memory in History

A Most Important Win

A Plane Tale

A Poetry Calendar

A Somber Experience

A Story Poem

A Symphony

And So It Goes

Awakenings

Big Brother

Blood

Bookends

Breathe and Reboot

Bursting the Bubble

Casual or Suited

Chant

Choices

Coming Together

Computer Date

Coping with Winter

Couch-Pouch

Current Politics

Poem-Daily Life

Day Dreams

Decisions

Descriptions

Enlighten to Brighten

Expression

Flowers

Goodbyes

Heaven Above

Identity

Inner Strength

Innocence

Invisible Carousel

Invisible Chains

Island In Danger

I Wish I Knew

Journeys

Labor Of Love

Learning Knowledge

Listening Pleasure

Liquid Grace

Lovely Autumn

Lyrical Love

Memorial Day

Mind Games?

No Time to Die

Observations

One Great Day

Our Individual Moniker

Prozac and Poetry

Pump and Grind

Quotes of Nature

Reality

Reality Bits

Relationships to Fabric

Risking It All

Seasonal Changes

Self Worth

Silent Beauty

Sky above Land Below

Snow

Society-Violets

Societys Rhythm

Sounds

Space Adventure

Spiritual Love

Status Equals Nothing

Stop and See

Sudden Shock

Summer Pests

Sympathy for Sad Times

Take Two Sips

Tax Time Again

Tears

Teller of Taless

The Carrot and the Celery Stalk

The Color of Love

The Daze of Summer

The Dreaded Call

The Power of Words

The Room

The Silver Tilted Windmill

The Trial Awaits

The Twists of Nature

The Wonderful World of Technology

35 Would Be Nice

Topics

Transformation of Lola

Tranquility

Twin Tower

Vanilla

Visitors Paradise

Wedding Thoughts

When the Bough Breaks

Why I Write

A Wonder of Nature

A Lesson Learned

This weary looking cowboy, with a large

brimmed black hat, arrived on the cactus plains

His gun holster loaded, and venom in his veins

Determined this time to end the chore

And do whatever, to even the score

Beads of sweat dripping from his face

Took him twenty years, returning to this

Memory provoking place

Shifting his gaze from left to right

Not a soul, or vulture within sight

Dropping his guard for an instant, to

Quench the thirst, Upon the scene, three

Gun totine men burst, Engulphed by

Fear the cowboy, with the large black hat

Didn’t move, stayed still as a cat

For twenty years, wrongly accused, while

Awaiting release, His pent up anger would

Not cease, Now the moment of truth he anticipated

Not from a happening he created,

The three seedy looking sorts, threw down their

Guns and leaped off their horse, The cowboy

Was caught by surprise, Suddenly he didn’t wish

Their demise, For back home waiting was his new

Wife, He deemed it no longer necessary

For hatred to ruin his life

A Memory in History

MANY YEARS AGO, DURING OUR NATION’S TURBULENT HISTORY

THERE WAS A TRAGEDY CALLED THE HOLOCAUST

HOW THIS WAS ALLOWED TO OCCUR, IS STILL A DEEP MYSTERYY

PEOPLE TRYING DESPERATELY TO CONCEAL THEIR ENTITIES

HUDDLED MASSES COMING TOGETHER WITHOUT IDENTITIES

THIS HORROR CANNOT BE MEASURED BY ANYTHING BEFORE IT

HOW DID WE ALLOW THE JEWISH PEOPLE TO ENDURE IT?

THE SURVIVORS FACES TELL OF THAT HORRIBLE BLUNDER

BUT THEIR SPIRITS SHOUT BACK LIKE CLAPS OF THUNDER

THINK BACK IF YOU CAN, TO HOW HELPLESS THESE PEOPLE

MUST HAVE FELT

AND TO HOW MANY GRAVESITES THEY MUST HAVE KNELT

PLEASE: I IMPLORE, HAVE COMPASSION FOR YOUR FELLOW MAN

SO SUCH ATROCITIES CAN BE