youre a red apple
the outside i devour in large, juicy bites
as much as my teeth can fit with all corners stretched wide
youd think to do the same at the core
But cracking bitterness brings seeds
scratch small bites, an itch
Jaw working, bony indents stiched
I like the way my tendons flex
Palm spread to grasp that hard fruit off the wiry stem
The core delicate
Slurping juice of whats left
The carcass melts into a brown sugar debt
Back to the earth you go to be reborn again
.
if'n i stop mine think's
drip
Exspecially 'bout
herz
Exspecially in theirn
Purest prurient presence
Attract'n mine 'lone
i may touch one uv
thoze flowerz
My heart is like apple crumble:
Fragile, warm even when I fumble.
If an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
to such proverb
he'd not subscribe
as the income lost
to defray his cost
foolish he would ascribe
and instead
if looking sickly feeling ill
on my deathbed
a home visit plus pill
he'd quickly prescribe
as a patient I used to be
but now a customer that is me
and the Hippocratic Oath
he ducks like a quack
as to quote it he is quite loath
You're the apple of my eye,
so, I'll bake you in a pie.
Oven fresh, I will greet you.
Then, happily I'll eat you.
This is neither poetry, nor art,
It is not an ending or a start,
but in all sincerity, says I,
"May I have a slice of apple pie?"
"Indeed, you may have your apple pie,
It is not a case of do or die.
It's a simple fruit filled pastry,
thought by many to be tasty."
"As the pie, I beg your attention.
There's something I would like to mention.
I have steaming apples in my crust,
but don't eat me...well if you must."
That summer night air forgot to
breathe, I forgot something too.
Not sure what, but I remember:
a star landed in the curved moon
—I saw it in the reflection
of my steaming apple tea
I remember wanting to
tell you, I witnessed a celestial love:
A lone star found her place
rested in the crescent’s embrace
I thought you’d love the story, a love
defying geography. I wondered
if you were seeing what I was, if
our gazes collided
above the thin cotton clouds. I giggled
thinking perhaps it’d count
as a date. I remember
I heard you, in the barely
flowing air, your voice a hushed ghost
I tried to keep you, so
I put light between my fingers
In the wispy gray, you sounded
a little more present, defying
our past and our future—
The stale smoke
smelt nothing like you, but I
remember how it loomed around me
that night, and we watched
In the reflection,
moon and star, until
ripples swallow them into dark auburn
this evening, in mood
to have a spicy seafood,
okra and apple
Life has an odd habit
of making you miss
old street curbs and
stop signs.
The street I miss
the most, though,
has to be the cross
street between the
crab apple orchard
and my friend
Jacksons
house.
Something about that
place felt infinite. And
something about sometimes
friends feels greater than
sometimes.
Would I go back?
Absolutely not.
Because it was by my
old elementary school,
and going there would
only remind me of all
the times being a kid
was enough.
I think it stopped being
enough when I got to
the ending of "Stand By
Me." And I realized that
River Phoenix was dead.
Or maybe it ended when
my brother got a girlfriend,
and I developed a bad habit
of sleeping in,
to ignore the fact
that I was undesirable,
and that my brother didn't
want to play games or talk
to me anymore.
I miss my brother.
I miss Jackson.
And I miss that green
park that was right behind
his house.
And I especially miss
that old crab apple orchard
where I wasted whole
afternoons reading up on the
adventures
of Tom Sawyer
and Huck Finn.
Tell me,
are there any
street curbs you
miss?
Ole’ to the bland bated solid baby blue-hued sky viewed
Left handed white arrows stacked pyramid left side two points up north? looks cool,
Forever almonds eyes slanted aligned with cheek triangular faced,
Vivid stares in graced sitting tail staged right tipped black on end looks cool man
Sitting in on rippled lined white background represents layers of snow
Almonds stare eyes of slanted almond wearing coat of candy apple red
Solid beauty is the image blue skies, white evergreen tree, looks cool
Candy apple red forever fox a stamp of my hearts eyes sees so cool man
07/14/25
For Usps Stamps Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Ekphrasis poetry form only.
orchard in garden
yields bounteous ripe apples,
stem cell in seed is
a little bit of nothing -
willing self to be fulfilled
Moon Hiku 35
t s t h e
n
u s
o k
night`s orb m y
casts shadows l y~
o h
n s
g a n d
lovers` a -p -p -l -e of e~y~e~s.
I’m sorry but I must admit
That I have read this book
There’s no point of rereading it
As if I overlooked
Unobvious important signs
That I did much appreciate
I changed my surreptitious mind
To set the fresh update
I’ve come to see your apple tree
It’s such a lovely day!
You smiling face looks down on me
Don’t worry now, please stay
Come to the table, have some wine
Pour some for me, like then
In good old days, when you were mine
And I was your best friend.
shining scarlet tempts
juicy pulps entice palate~
keeps doctor away
apple bites the dust
a taste of forbidden fruit~
c d corruption
o i l e
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