Best Blueberries Poems

Wild blueberries taste 
beyond the pale
of domestic cultivars,
sweetness cut by granite acidity
underlain by the spice 
of marginal existence.

A blueberry’s destiny
is realized through consumption.
I satisfy as many as I can
to deposit their future
a couple portages down
tomorrow. 



An older poem recycled as it fit's Roy's contest to...

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picking blueberries
    from fruit laden bushes--
         a snake slithers by

7/3/15...

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blueberries gasoline and prostate gland
breast cancer Wonderbread and pacifier

controlled experiment space travel and honey
peanuts inductive reasoning and electricity

tornadoes torture chamber and biscuits
copyright car radio cantaloupe

golden eagle lunch break tomato
Romanian songbook rhubarb and barbed wire

always hungry nevermind meat loaf
goosefoot mango juice Ipad

mosquito bite city street and...

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she sticks out her tongue at me. . .blueberries...

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Blue--a "vision" of beauty is the blueberry loaded with blue
Blue--"gentle" the dew as it kisses each tender morsal of skin
Blue--soft and "quiet" the foosteps that approach the bush loaded with blue
Blue--cobalt blue blueberries "excite" the taste buds as they touch the tongue
Blue--blueberry crunch'n warm from...

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I DREAMED OF ALASKA BLUEBERRIES LAST NIGHT

     bear-stolen
blue wanton kisses
white night picked...

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Blueberries on a bush

blooms a sweet indigo

berry wearing a crown 

Blissful taste oven warm 

baked in a pie, muffins, 

buttered  warm pancakes, or

blended breakfast smoothie


8/16/2016

Pleiades B - Poetry Contest 

 Sponsored by: Kim Merryman 

1 original, poem in the Pleiades form starting with the...

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Part of my family went pick'n blueberries
Kaizley only 18 months old picked quite a few
She was a pound heavier when she left the bush
Taking care of the lower limbs, she came away blue

Karter was busy reaching in the middle
A handful in his mouth, he was...

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We’ve come from far away 
Like all the others.
A morning spent on lonesome dirt roads
Searching for the blueberry farm;
Endless acres of hazy blue groves.
The pickers trickle in.
We step out of our cars 
Into the dust with straw hats 
To block the blistering sun.
The owner sits...

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Take a look at your muffin, and look at mine.
This is a scenario that doesn’t appear fine.
This morning, we are off to an awful start.
There are no blueberries in mine while yours is falling apart.
You have to admit this is a terrible sight.
I have to...

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Lately I've been craving fruit
the red kind
that strikes right through the core,
but blueberries don't attract apples
they're born in a bunch
never fully whole
besides it's impossible to eat just one

Not like a cortland with firm skin
where your entirely pleased
with only it's nutrients
and the sweet aftertaste
of what's bound...

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Just saying the words "blueberry pie"
changes the way you feel.
And it's no wonder it finds a place of honor
at the end of a home-cooked meal,
for there is no need to pit nor peel
this sweet-tart low-bush fruit,
just add a dash of sugar and a flaky shell
and...

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A baby boomer, late bloomer, at times a doom and gloom er.
Eats blueberries, says Hail Mary's, believes in leprechauns and fairies.
Works on commission, has good nutrition, too impatient to ever go fishing.
Sings in C, off key but always very happily.
Never a stoic, brave and heroic....

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Blueberries rushing down five at a time
			from loaded branches tom-tom the bottom
			of a coffee can until growing numbers
			mute the beat. Super pickers fill
			two cans an hour in bumper season.
			Pies and muffins march from ovens
			and cereal looks richer than a lapis crown.
			In blueberry time we reach...

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Warm, gently flavoured

blueberry lemon pancakes

syrup and whipped creme...

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