An Assortment of Chocolates

By Joshua Querijero

 

The title of the book, "An Assortment of Chocolates," implies that every poem is akin to a different chocolate.
Sweet, bitter, slightly salty, and more.
Feel free to pick the ones you like the most. 
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-Joshua Querijero (poemsbypogi)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joshua Querijero
• Release date: May 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224165612

Joshua Querijero

I am a student at the University of Alberta. I live with my parents, brother and beloved golden retriever. 

Book preview

Perfect Summer Day

A perfect way to start a summer day.

Some sunny side eggs.

Fried and fluffy with a runny yellow top.

Toasted bread lightly singed from the heat of the toaster.

Brownish hue and crispy exterior.

A great combo to the runny and yolky egg.

Can’t forget a glass of cold orange juice.

So orange it’s safe to assume it consists of artificial flavours and colouring.

The best meal to start a warm summer day.

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Why not walk the dog after that full meal?

A golden dog with fur so thick it resembles a lion’s mane.

More chubby rump than dog.

A thick animal that is joyful and unable to keep still after hearing the phrase let’s walk!

Afterwards a panting dog, water quenching its thirst with every gulp.

Now, time for an afternoon nap.

With the window open, a warm breeze penetrates through the square gap.

Falling asleep on a bed similar to a cloud of springs and cushion.

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It’s time to awaken from the slumber.

Time to hang out with the buds.

Guzzling down cold ones and laughing at badly answered philosophical questions.

Finally, a deep slumber.

The perfect way to end a summer day.

A trophy from a night on the bed frame

Born into this world unclothed, then swaddled by loving parents.

Baby brought home, cuddled and cheeks pinched.

A memory to remember and cherish.

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Growing and growing like a dandelion in blooming season.

Another reason to get the rambunctious ball of energy, a new set of threads.

So, they can turn heads when they pull up to any social function.

Where they’re passed around from family to friend as if they were a trophy.

A trophy from a night on the bed frame.

Many cheering as if it’s the parents’ night of fame.

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Now they can claim to be full-grown adults.

Kinda lame since the days of partying and enjoying life are gone.

Both nurturing their own child.

The wife and husband are now caring for this new life.

A gift from above that straddles between a bundle of joy and a nuisance.

A nuisance that wakes up in the night at the worst of times.

Every sleepless night, the same thought pops up.

Was it right or wrong to have had this newborn?

However, both partners know the baby is a gift and not meant to cause a rift.

Seems like a lifetime till the kid grows up.

Until rows of old clothes formed.

Row upon row.

Since that child is meant to grow and grow.

Until the child is old enough.

Old enough to find someone else to repeat the patterns of a night on a bed frame.

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Until a trophy developed for their night of fame.  

Castles on beaches filled with white sand

Beaches filled with white sand.

Crystal clear waters.

Patterns of changing low and high tide and sunny skies like an egg up, sunny side.

People of all ages, different backgrounds and ways of life.

All meet together for a vacation in a faraway nation.

Momentarily away.

Escaping the hustle and bustle of life.

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Sandy beaches, full of white sand, places of escape meant for rest and relaxation.

For the mind, a place to rest a brain filled with thoughts.

For the body, a physical space for relaxation. 

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Young and young at heart alike. 

All claiming land, digging and creating castles of sand.

Questionably structured, but built joyfully and happily.

Piling them as high as possible. 

Many try to avoid it from tipping.

At a certain point topping, pushed to its max. 

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No matter what age being buried in the sand is a time-honoured tradition.

Amusement and enjoyment. 

Overwhelming for most.

Those young and adults acting too young for their age, the sands of time seem to go slower. 

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Vacation, now done.

Back to the 9-5 or school.

Sun-kissed and left with