Berried Poems - Poems about Berried

...Merquiene a nutty layered Chocolate filled layered Cake With whipped cream and dried fruits. Soaked in orange liquer. With a thin blueberry tart or thin blueberry pie. The Trophy of the Gods ......

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...sigh … a lifetime ago I breathed here, vital - dangled my topsiders over these pier stones and pilings tempting the dark leviathans that swam beneath the bloated August moon, reflected … ki......

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... My puns are not too punny. They are puny - so itty-bitty that they have no bite-y. Like tiny turtles with no turtle necks or like selfish shellfish offering no worthy catch, what good are the......

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...Of Beauty, all's gone out. No let hung glimmer High or low branched, for this And that leaf-ember. Not o'er the whole sad Earth. Til this grateful shock. Birdhouse a-flame! Porch-oozed. Redb......

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...As robins forage on the lawn, their last pre-frost hunt, and feast within the berried trees, I wonder if they think upon an old disheveled nest and recall at all their youth within its sheltere......

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...Sometimes late at night when the memory feels just right I slip away to the window where the moon in her afterglow patches the holes of my heart and shoals me to the light While other dreamer......

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...The jaded moss morning slips in as kiwi colored dew settles down upon pear sage grass. Dampened fern pine evergreen leaves are held stationary by some unseen glue. Soft blows the wind, gray b......

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...Banana slugs shine black In the half dead sun A day off from fishing Time spins on its perpetual right turn To gaze at the milky horizon with its moutainous **** I drink it in like a hungry ......

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...y in for a treat. It's a watermelon to eat. But for all my thumping to test for its ripeness, it well could taste flat and not sweet. Blueberries, too, and cherries are good. I wish there were more fruits like these. However, I long to see them all "berried" ‘neath Cool Whip atop cream cheese. Plums or grapes, frozen or plain, "not bad" until they are dried. By the time I'm consuming ghastly prunes, I'll be famished for food that is fried!......

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...But Never Forget Stoned out his lonely mind and drunk on booze and oblivion he headed straight into memorial abandon doomed and entombed smashed forgotten and lost forever He once was Jack bu......

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...My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white. My artistic talent are received from One source of pure light. Passing through me like a glass prism, expressing the......

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...As we spoke I could only think of honey It was in the flow of her velvet hair The brown nectar in her luscious eyes It was in her voice The taste of her sound Never have I heard a tune so sweet ......

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...emotions I feel when I think about my baby girl not seeing her on a regular bases eats me up everyday my heart feels like its torn to pieces, the emotions I have is passion and love berried ......

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...She was far removed from everything Gazing at the branches heavily laden with red; An old wife once said it was a sign of bad winter. But it couldn’t be so bad, she thought, Not with these bl......

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...Tonight, let’s toast to life’s revelries When fullness of time drips fine wine, Play on the year’s red-berried stories Sipping the kindness of Auld Lang Syne! As this year is now forever gone, T......

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