Best Cherries Poems
cherry blossom
He licks fresh sweetness
from her lips
A giant snowball in springtime
From twenty yards out the sound and smell
Closer now; breathing her numbing scent
Listening to the drowsy hum
of greedy and jealous bees
forced to share her bounty
with Tiger and Zebra Swallowtails
School will be out soon...
Memorizing every branch within reach
Her limbs are just low enough
for a boy to scramble up quickly
fleeing imaginary monsters
still lurking and prowling below
Taking ignorant and blissful advantage
of this daughter of the wild; his protector
His big sister to run to...
Shiny and slippery black bark
that oozes burgundy sap
which dries in animal shapes
Summer twilight is coming
Bats twittering overhead
chasing nasty mosquitoes
A noise echoing from far off
A door slamming maybe...
Tucked safely away in his favorite pew
(Naughty boy, eating during church!)
sampling her forbidden fruit
sweet and sour...half is seed
Thieving Blue Jays get the most
Screaming and scolding arrogantly
yet flying away unpunished
Grannny will make jelly...
Oh everlasting Father, creator of all things
He knows that heaven is far beyond the grasp
of a feeble and fumbling mortal mind
But when You decide to send Your beloved Son
back to rule the earth for one thousand years
If he is judged worthy to be in that count
May one humble servant say if it's like this
that would be just fine...
Under those wild blue skies.
Her favorite fruit was chocolate
covered cherries.
As the skies fell somewhere in time.
He knew she came from the heavens.
To be dropped into his arms alone.
He always loved the way the juice
dripped off her plump red lips.
As he caught the drops on his tongue.
Capturing some unknown secrets.
As he licked her juicy red lips.
She felt the thrust of his lust in her.
He so loved that childlike wonder in her.
As he looked into her dreamy eyes.
The stars make love to the universe.
As the skies of blue drift over time.
The night stars formed a mystery.
They were full of love, beauty, and lies.
9/30/ 2013
Have you ever squeezed a lemon before?
(you very might well have and just not realized it).
Each time you grab the steering wheel, you feel determined:
There's no way in hell you're waiting another minute!
A lemon is sure a close call,
and anyone's capable of it - every Tom, Dick and Harry.
Sometimes you don't see it at all,
until you look up and realize it's already turned cherry.
It's a rarer site to see someone squeezing that one,
but there's no doubt it happens now and then.
Some call it stupid, others brave and daring.
Me? I just wanna get out of the car and grab a pen.
Squeezing a lime sounds much more safe.
Feeling a bit less brave, a small price to pay,
for living another glorious day.
But my dad is a different sort all together.
He goes through the entire fruit smoothie, it's just his way.
There'll be honking from behind,
people yelling, "What are you friggin' color blind?
Get off the Bluetooth, man!".
And I'm just sitting in the front seat thinking,
"I have such great writing material, so close at hand".
I'll have my head crouched low
feigning embarrassment, but in reality
this man, driving me, where I need to go
is the spitting image of myself
forty years down the road...
Chocolate Covered Cherries
How ooey gooey good
Oh how I love the sweetness
Chocolate never tasted so good
Only one is not enough
Love them as I do
And I await them anxiously
Then buy and hoard a few
Eaten on the sly
Chocolate Covered Cherries
Only once a year
Venders put them on display
Enticing far and near
Really never see them
Except at Christmas time
Don't share the last box
Chocolate Covered Cherries
Here but for awhile
Each confectioner's delight
Really makes me smile
Rich and smooth so very sweet
Inside a hidden cherry
Eat them slowly, make them last
Special luscious treat
Cherries in a Box
Cherries in a box
Foxes hot to trot
The angels fall from the mystic clouds
Onto the roman ruins on mountaintops
Lions Roar
Violins weep musical rain drop tears
Eaten is the soul of man
As the ancient crowds jump and cheer
Ero arrests the reporters of his sins
Palaces and waltzes saturated in gin
As the devil creeps up behind the gate
His destiny to change the human conditions fate
The skies are dark
Chocolate from the child’s sweat
Cherries all lined up in a box
Ah but will it be us humans next
Olive branches hiding lustful deceit
The groves of the masses become deplete
Never resting, never complete
Cherries sour, sold as sweet
and smitten with her moist entwine,
he savoured like the red, red wine,
as passion engulfed the post,
she was the surely most,
till oblivion unwinds....
and he gave up his ghost,
and a sympathetic mine,
no lesbians this time,
but that gets on your Goat,
till next head butting time,
he kissed her subtle throat,
and it began to climb,
no not the Billy goat,
intercourse aint a crime,
chocolate covered cherries are the toast:}
the heat remained sublime,
dem cherries are the most!
Don re Debbie Duncan "chocolate covered cherries"
Cherries are delish
On top of a Banana Split
Topping on a Sundae center of whipped cream
Straight from the jar a tasty treat
They are so good by the pound
Fresh from the grocer
Get a bowl and bite around the pit
Or made into a jam_lickety split
But all those cherries have their pit
A lot like life
There's lot of good
But always some strife
We learn the best lessons
When we're in the pits
Somewhat like we get bowl of cherries but soon only have pits
But wasn't the good part wonderful
(Thoughts came on this one after remembering the line
"If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits"..
I think that Erma Bombeck said that but not sure..
Just not my line orginally.)
A few leaves that escaped my rake
are skittering across the yard.
The wind seems to be playing
with them, teasing, a winter bully.
December, the fire a comfort.
Here I sit, watching the leaves and
eating cherries..he brought me cherries.
Somewhere it is summer and fruit
is ripe and dripping with promise.. Who
would have thought it possible? The
world small enough that I can taste
that bounty and pretend I am dancing
under the summer moon..dancing,
a red skirt swirling around my legs..
wiping juice from my chin with
its hem...
Cherries in winter...just imagine.....
Cherries are divine like starlight
Heavenly scent satisfies me
Every whiff is a good memory
Roses envy this elegant scent
Rivers of almonds with cherries
Youth surrounds its beauty
Almost only almond
Layers of cherries inside
Mystical scent slides upon my skin
Only name brand lotion is best
Near luxury but not quite luxury
Delicate yet strong together
Cherries
I love Cherries.
Red White and Sweet.
The Cherry of a virgin who’s never had sexual Intercourse.
There once was a girl named Mary,
And her favorite food was the cherry.
Not chicken or cheese,
Not noodles or peas,
She wouldn’t even eat a berry.
Her mother offered her pie,
But Mary would only cry.
She gave her rice,
She even tried mice,
But Mary would only sigh.
Mary bought 6 kilos of cherry.
Her father started to get weary.
But Mary ate,
Without a wait,
She ate as much as she’d carry.
The cherries took over the house,
There wasn’t even space for a mouse.
They covered each floor,
They broke down the door,
They stained Mary’s favorite blouse.
And sadly, the house broke down,
Then her father announced with a frown:
From now on you’ll eat,
Veggies and meat,
Otherwise in cherries we’d drown.
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Slowly tracing the milk chocolate softness, of her smooth velvet thighs
Lying upon her breast as she hugs gently, the pillow amid her sighs ~
Smiling in flavours of strawberries lingering, wetness; vanillas extract...
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...“Chocolate Covered Cherries” *
Soft fingertips caressing her lips drenched...
Petals sitting afore the fireplace their warmth
Immersed in her kiss; deep, these flames of love.
There once was a lady named Terry
Who's favourite fruit was a cherry
Till one day she bit
Down hard on a pit
Screamed bloody murder, this Terry!
© Jack Ellison 2015