Best Berries Poems
blood red berries
cling to stark branches --
virgin snow glistens
2/23/2013
Entered in Rick Parise's "one of your favz" 1- 8 lines
contest (old poem)
With lies you tried to hide your furtive eyes~
but breadcrumbs left impressions you betrayed,
and finding out the truth behind your guise
did shatter loving life that we portrayed.
Through multi-colored shards of memories;
the fierceness of reflections makes me bleed
from humble heart, life-stealing reveries
now crush me like a centipede stampede.
Your fangs were poisonous a thousand bites,
so nonchalant you stabbed me with your sins.
You buried me in shallow grave of smites,
alone, ascetic life for me begins.
My appetite in apathy, man-made;
in belladonna berries love was paid.
Susan Ashley
January 28, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Contest: English Sonnet Lost Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
*Required words: Furtive, Nonchalant, Humble, Shallow, Ascetic*
Sweet kiss
Red berries lips
Are eaten at mingled
" Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Delectably Sweet
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Plants & Nature Treats
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Offers Earth's Tastebud Feasts
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Add Both To My Oatmeal, Pancakes or Waffles, Please
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both, Big Bears & Little Birdies Greet
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Snacks - You Don't Have To Pack To Go Meet
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both, Kiss Our Childhood Memories Cheeks
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both - Put In Pies, Cakes & Cookies We Eat
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Part of The Best Desserts' Recipies
Tho' One's From A Bush & One's From Trees
Tho' One, Pools Upon Breads & One, Dives Into Creams
Tho' One Is Thick Sap & One's Plump & Juicy
Both Flavors, We Savor As Distinct & Sugary
Tho' One, When Bitten - Squirts Out Instantly
The Other, When Tapped, At First Barely Leaks
And Tho' One Is Poured & One Preserved or Jellied
Both Are Placed As Sweet-Pleasures In Our Pantries
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Confection Delicacies
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are From GOD's Bowl of Delicious Energies
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Holy Father, Thank YOU, For Baking Both Candies
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ...
Will Your Leaves Be Curing Nations In Garden Entrees'?
(Rev. 22: 2)
O' Yeah! ... Taste and See How GOD Is Good, So Graciously
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/18/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
The wild berries of the Northwest
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,
Almost as The city of Portland itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries
The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple
a fragrance to savor , what will I do ?
will I make a pie or preserves ?
Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~
After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain ,
serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint .
The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest ,
You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way
Many have travelled a far ,
For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you .
Begging your soul to stay and live the way of a Portlander .
Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is
like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz,
and opening the amazing door to Colors .
peeps under the bush
between the green winter leaves
smiling red berries
" Limerick(s) ... "
(1 Tim. 1: 11)
Clarice Loved
Berries - Limerick
There Once Was A Girl Named Clarice
Who Loved To Eat Sweet, Wild Berries
To The Woods, She'd Go Pick
But She Ate Them So Quick
That Her Basket of Straw, Never Carried...
Written& Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
We big, tough, well-thinking male bearberries blew and we snarled and we spouted and we blew.
But those danged dandelions obstinately kept their tops on, no matter how much we did fuss.
Come on fellas, I said to my fellow bearberries. Here is just what we’ll do…
“I’m not taking them!” I screamed at B.B.2, our leader, a passive little cuss.
I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.
I am so sorry Tiger Lilies, he told them. It’s just us bear berries today. He shot an apologetic look to T.L. 1 and T.L. 402.
I am sick and tired of my whole life being video- recorded by those selfie-taking nut-buckets, I told him, indignant, and with an angry face.
They will clean your house, wash your floors, pay your bills, wax your car, and do your laundry, said B.B. 2.
I don’t care if my house implodes on its dirtiness, I retorted. Just keep them in their place.
I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.
Tiger Lily 58 sneaked back into the Bearberry Lodge, where Tiger Lilies are never supposed to be.
We did not see her at first as she used her invisibility tablet to reach us; I felt her heat on the back of my neck, before I saw her.
She began to give me a really nice, warm, massage and sweet backrub which was the best I had had times three.
Wow! What is that? I asked myself, as I began getting tingly and happy all over, and down under.
I guess I was talking about these wonderful tiger lilies, our allies.
My dad had told me a long time ago that the best pairings in the meadow was always a BB and a T.L.
Who are you? I whispered to Tiger Q. Lily 58. I am your soul mate, she responded, can you please meet me at 2?
Where? I wondered, and she immediately conveyed that she would be at northern rise of Bunny P. Hill.
I will be there with my matching rings, I told her. Are you ready? Yes, she agreed. No one else will do.
I am now hitched to a wonderful tiger lily, and all my mean thoughts
toward T.L.'s seem pretty damned silly.
(And I don’t care whether or not the dandelions ever lose their
tops. They are of no use to me now.)
Dated: May 12,2018
Zooming with freedom zest, let’s take a ride
Vrooming toward nutritious land venture
Visiting gardens, fruitfully supplied
Like orchards, marked by blackberries' feature.
Beholding blackberries' plantation
Our thirst is quenched by slurpy, fizzy drink
While feasting with smoothie jubilation
Cheering each other in thanksgiving wink.
Transported to vast blackberries' county
We keep burping after lunch pleasure bliss
Treated for priced delicacies’ bounty
Sweetened blackberry pies, tarts, we can’t miss.
Blackberry-anchored healthy, youthful glow
Propels bubbling wellness, surmounting stress
Soaring above, ascending for weight blow
Diet-conscious, anchored by truth-fortress.
Grateful to God* for blessed physique gain
We are cheered not to rush for prayer-drive
Relaxed, mumbling praise of Christ's goodness-reign...
Amidst sizzling trials --- faith-propped, we thrive.
*Psalms 136:1 - O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
July 13, 2022
Edited on August 18, 2022
Quatrain in Light Verse
snowflakes pristine white
bejewelled with red berries
holly wears her crown
1 / 10 / 2021.
One of the joys of summer are lightning bugs.Do you remember, as a child, chasing them on a balmy evening? They are so elusive. When you see one in front of you and go to catch it, it would be gone; only to blink just a foot or so away from you. Carefully we would put some in a jar with holes poked into the lid for air. Then we would watch them light up. Never leave them in the jar very long, or they will die.
Nature’s bounty is showing in the colorful blooming meadows.Grasses and wild flowers are a riot of color; there are Daisies, Yarrow, blue Chicory and black eyed Susans displaying their charms.It seems impossible to remember that the mere beginnings of all this abundance was only a few months ago.
July days are full and long. The water in the creek flows lazily, just like the cottony clouds that glide across the blue sky. Milkweeds, Honeysuckle and Hay scent the air. Hay has such an incomparable scent.It brings back visions of climbing up into the hayloft as a child. Playing in the hay, tunneling through it, finding “Daddy Long legs’” and the kittens that the barn cat hid there.
Blackberries are ripening in the berry patch For a time we did a lot of picking. We enjoyed many delicacies that we could prepare with them. Pies, cobblers, and cakes as well a s jams, juices and wine. Going to the berry patch was a welcome, relaxing activity after work. Most of the time it would be very hot there. Occasionally a snake would be sleeping on a branch nearby, causing me to move on slowly. I would stomp my feet, hoping they would move out of my way. Bugs and mosquitoes would buzz all around us.
Summertime is full of joy.The sounds of crickets and cicadas are the music of summer. There are baby animals., tottering around, growing up, discovering. Flowers gladden our hearts with their beauty. We swim in pools, ponds and creeks to cool off and refresh us. We can pick homegrown fruits and vegetables for our table.
And there is the toddler following a butterfly, calling: “Wait for me butterfly, come back here! You are going too fast!”
Always later than I'd like, richness in their cells when ripe
Backberry with Apple pie delight, once to taste is not my style
I've also found them there, at times and whiles, and tasted also before
I'm home.' and now I've opened up the tome, the one on puddings; basin filled.'
Mullberry and plum, raspberry and kiwi, gooseberry and Logan
Make pages of colour, that one could dote on' But I'll admit and without
Duress, blackberries in August are the very best, their deep rich taste
Is always smooth, enhancing many mealtimes; theyre comfort imbued.'
The pot is on; the apples peeled, blackberries tender swiftly yeild
Aroma rich, perfumes the air; there are paintings of them on my spiral stair
All in all, I must profess they are a real forte; in culinary prowess.'
A stalk of berries
Mem’ries of a playful child
Imagination that turns
Poison into pleasure
Reality into fantasy
Berries.
***
Nobody loved like they did
those nights splayed
like open books,
soggy foils at humid peace,
at least until the next
morning riot.
***
I ran to the coffee shop
last street down,
shouting your name
to a third person,
wearing your face
under the lamplight,
flickering over like a newsreel
from the next day, with
a breaking story.
***
It cracks like a stiff spine
making it difficult
to turn the page, like us
ing in the morning
roar of crow song threshing
in the birches;
then running buckets under
the ceiling spigots at night
all reason disavowed.
***
All reason is tuned
to divining rods
searching for water
searching for the cardinal
heart beneath the ribs
flipping its bird truth
at the bathroom mirror,
in that quick space between
sticking it out, or cutting bait.
***
Our cracked spines are chapped
palms, pocked open hymnals
bleating profanely
the dissonance
that is in our key,
the twelve-tone psalm
they hallow, as they learn the
liturgy of its respiration:
its own dodecaphonic Ode to Joy.
***
Two fated deer, supping
out tonight amongst
the thorny thorns
stretch their necks brink-over
a steep cove’s edge,
and a brittle rocky drop,
stretching out for the sweetest
berries only; come the long
rut way through the woody woods
only to stare at themselves
square-wise, astonished survivors,
wild eye to wild eye wise.
Blueberries discourage diabetes and heart disease
red raspberries can protect you from cancer
blackberries help prevent gum disease
But I eat them because they are baked into a delicious pie.