Best Citrusy Poems

night market! a juggle of flavors
succulent and citrusy with
pears  pumpkins  peaches inflamed
and clothed in sweetened rinds like
watercolors of  tangerine and mauve...
stems dipped in waters of tender sun
         flesh touching flesh,
    ...

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in quietness divine
   the xanthous zephyr balm
      a citrusy ascent
         to sip on Summer’s tea
            a lovely day is...

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A Romios Midsummer’s Dream


In any weather, whether it be sun-kissed
or intensely stormy.
Is to find residence and warmth in the 
incandescent,arms of her loving honey!

His olive-skinned arms encircled her, 
like stippled, gold, giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath, Mon Dieu,
makes her body both shudder and sing!...

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To weave a word, a fabric of thought, 
Each stroke on dreary image caught :
Pale tinge of citrusy note, half drawn 
Written in bleak ,yellowing song--
Old letters soar now in ashen white, 
Where muted language of angst
    takes flight....

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u r a queen

your walk

so elegant

so poised

your legs

like marble pillars

u r a queen

your smile

crafted beautifully

u r a queen

your hips

shaped like

the finest apple

in the orchard

u r a queen

your bosom

bloom like the lillies

on the sharon plain

u r a queen

your skin

your melanin

encases your inner beauty

so lovely

so powerful

u r...

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A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of  mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta 
of succulent aroma whisks mid-air,
talkative faces sampling  potent crops
on weaved baskets ,...

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Orange blossoms bloom heavenly
Citrusy orange growing carefully

Full with juice gratifying desire
Orange tree reaching ever higher

God’s passion ripened in the sun
Scent that lingers off each one

Filling the pitcher pouring it in
Feel a quench of thirst begin

Pour a glass of Orange Juice
Pulp in side is good for...

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I used to eat orange peels in your Chevy car…
Let me be…my luck is long gone…
You hurt my heart…and torn it to shreds…

S H R E D S . . . . 

You left me and kissed me goodbye
Forget and forgive is what I’ve learned...

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So many crumpled letters, and I still can’t exactly say
How my heart crawls for you as toes knot cold feet,
Oh Sammy, will you ever guess what stuns my joy
When we lie on dim parks till all fireflies trill the night?

But we’re kind of best friends...

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First breath Sep 2, 1931 and a special child with a heart shaped like a rose named Emma is born into this world.
This special child develops into a beautiful woman with an old fashioned tea rose for a heart and her body takes the form...

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10/8/22


On it, worth the risk to me
You must be kidding me
Why live to be
In nothing but misery?

Just like that instantly
Another epiphany
Seeing it all vividly

Never was into me
But she took the L, so I'mma call her Hilary

Had no idea about my true versatility
The same can be...

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WHY 13 TOPS MY WEDDING CAKE

A cherubim approaches the celebratory podium,
a fifteen tier cake in her congratulatory hands.
The pews, full of spectators - ready for a heavenly slice,
fragrant oil poured from above, stirs hearts where it lands.

Our cherubim patiently slices vanilla - tier number one,
with...

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Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest.
Pulverized by constant wear
of boots on dusty trails.
Debris of lifeless memories
detached from vital source,
scattered broken on apathetic earth,
pummeled by the passerby.
A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated
in the spiraling downward dance of fall,
to publicly mourn its own demise
at the foot...

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April has a lovely appearance.
The clocks are set forward by one hour.
April showers fetch May flowers.
The soil is kept moist by gentle rains.
On the kitten's paws in the early dawn.
Soft, soothing breezes soothe the senses.
And ocean sounds to soothe your soul.
It's time to let it...

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She turned to the sunlight  And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:  “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne

Y our old-fashioned lemony pie
E specially with meringue
L uxurious curd of citrusy yellow
L ight hue that exudes energy
O stentatious and tempting dessert
W insome jaunty, yellowy,...

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