Best Currant Poems
The wind moves
It moves in many ways
How it moves
Like exotic scents of purple lavender
wafting 'neath a harvest sun
and the rise of sour yeast
inside a fresh baked currant bun
It moves like a vernal tea-rose
pollinated by wild bees
in forging threesome
or wood-trush wings
rustled through leaves
in a symphonic rainfall season
It moves like the early breath
of a newly hatched cygnet
It moves mysteriously
like a spinning moon
orbiting my little world
Like descending mist
veiling pearled dawn's birth
The wind moves
It moves in many ways
Like a half -bare shoulder
slipping through your embrace
Like starlit kisses
upon the melanchonic lines of your face
The wind moves
The wind moves in many ways
How it moves
Just like us
Just like me
Just like you
Categories:
currant, absence, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Early in the mourning she rose
She wood fined her boat
Wear she rose across the see two the sure
Their she mustard all her mite
And toad the boat on the beech
Butt if the thyme was write she tide it two a boy
She could hardly weight
Four she nose she will sea her suite sun
They wood sit on a bolder, brake sum bred
Then they eight a hole pair
Her sun called her a deer
He tolled her when he urns enough doe
Ore got sum tacks witch was dew
He wood by her a flour at the bizarre
Witch could be tide in her hare
The cent of the rows wood bee sew sheikh
One knight he said she wood prophet
If she past buy a different root
He new the currant could get ruff
The whether was no longer fare and getting two chilli
She road away into the missed
Aisle meat ewe next weak he balled until he was horse
He trussed he wood see her next weak
Only Homo’s ‘Aloud’ – Jerry T Curtis
23rd March 2015
~awarded 1st place
Categories:
currant, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land,
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck,
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow, seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force, using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
currant, adventure, beauty, environment, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
In this stormy sea that we call life, you calm the waters.
As I drifted along you cushioned each blow that I received.
In the mist of each storm, your light guided me to shelter.
When I was drowning in iniquity, you bathed me with salvation.
When the water became polluted you cleansed it with your blood.
When I floated out to sea, you anchored me with your love.
At times the currant was so strong, it pulled me underneath.
You wrapped your arm around me and held my head afloat.
Through each trial and tribulation, your waves washed me ashore.
You were my life preserver in a sea of lies and deception.
As you gave me the water of life, My Lord, I gladly give you mine.
Categories:
currant, faith, inspirationalme, sea, water,
Form:
Free verse
Apple many varieties sweet and sour
Banana soft fruit many uses
Cherry's are sweet watch out for its stone
Damson like a juicy plum
Elderberry fragrant good in wine
Fig many seeded fruit
Grapefruit similar to oranges but tarter
Honeydew melon lovely juicy type of gourd
Indian gooseberry good in pies
Jostaberry a cross between gooseberry, black gooseberry and black currant
Kiwi a tasty green fruit
Lemon can be very tart
Mango juicy fruit with delicate flavour
Nectarine similar to a peach
Orange sweet and juicy usually full of pips
Papaya also known as pawpaw
Quince very sharp like a lime
Raspberry most useful at banquets
Strawberry and ice-cream a summer delight
Tomato both used as a fruit and vegetable
Ugli fruit a gourd like fruit thats tasty
Valancia orange small sweet fruit that packs a punch
Water melon another gourd like fruit
Ximenia Caffra is like a very sour plum
Yellow passion fruit is similar to passion fruit normally cooked as a curd
Zucchini flowers often cooked in batter
Categories:
currant, fruit,
Form:
Abecedarian
Curled up on the floor. In the middle of the day. I dream.
Images of hats and pills come out of nowhere.
“I visit my garden each morning
searching the ground to see
if the unused pills I found
in my mother’s pill boxes,
and planted, had produced
a rose or purple Phlox.
I buried her tablet boxes,
buried them, like tiny coffins.
I lined the miniature graves
with crushed blue velvet,
(like the cases that stored
her elegant forks used only
on special occasions,
at four o’clock tea-time,
the cake served primly
on gold-rimmed plates).
Treading through the wet grass,
rootling through the fertile soil,
I saw, without surprise,
blue hats growing wild,
velvet and tulle,
pills and sequins
scattered and whimsical,
my mother decorating
their botanical brims
with silver cake forks
tied with ribbons”.
I wake up,
eyes blurred,
I can barely see.
I make a cup of tea,
cut a slice of currant cake,
and eat it with a small,
antique English fork.
Categories:
currant, blue, death, dream, garden,
Form:
Free verse
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A garden with walls high and deep
Brilliant daisies swaying in the sweet breeze
Cabbage, cauliflower and leeks thriving, flourishing
Down crunching gravel paths I dance
Everything in this garden is lush and profuse
Fig trees for the plucking
Gooseberry and red currant bushes, heavy with fruit
Harmonies of birds, drift all about and above
In my dream, I walk with beauty
Jasmine kisses my soul
Keep me in this glorious paradise
Lilac trees perfume the air
Morning glory set my heart at rest
Now, I listen to the ripple of a stream
On the surface, water lilies float lazily
Peach trees, old and gnarled like old men stand guard
Quince, with glossy, bushy leaves grow against a wall
Rows of pumpkins glow in the sun
Strawberry patches, sweet and tasty beckon me
Tangled purple grapes hang from branches
Under a trellis, a bench to pause
Vines of red roses trail and dangle sweetly
Wasps buzz and bees hover, butterflies rest
Xanadu exists beyond my closed eyes
Yams, potatoes ready to harvest are waiting
Zucchini, tomatoes, and carrots ripe for the picking
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August 18, 2014
Poetry/Abecedarian/A Walled Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 08-591-906-18
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 101 In A Row - 4
sponsor, Poet Destroyer, Judged 09/2014
Fifth Place
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Written for the Standard contest Abecedarian
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 08/2014
First Place
Categories:
currant, dream, garden,
Form:
Abecedarian
I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.
Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.
For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.
For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.
Categories:
currant, beautiful, hope, tree,
Form:
Sonnet
It is beyond my apprehension when I think of you
I know you are illegitimate but I thought you could draw too
The bondage between mother and child will never ever be broken
Listen well my son to the few words I have just spoken
Illiteracy it’s not your fault, your mother ever married
There is no stigmata attached to that these days.
It’s a pity that there were so many with whom she tarried
And that resulted in the parting of the waves.
I am circumcised in my dealings with the courts
To apply for custardy of you my son
As my introspective knowledge of law is poor
And my currant situation for Alamo in not yet won
And as for housing there is only a floor
But you will come live in harmonica with me
And we can grow to love each other you will see
Notwithstanding all that has past us before
Enter my arms my son be fearless no more.
© GG 18/06/2013
Contest Entry.
Categories:
currant, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
At EIGHT o'clock we ATE dinner
The soft BABEL heard once again
Then became a DIN when the babe
Awoke with BABBLE coming from the DEN
The CURRENT course was CURRANT cake
Which was the most luscious DESSERT
One DUDE DEWED upon Mountain DEW
Hard to DO in a dry DESERT
That DUDE was the DEVISOR of the plan
The DEVISER who set in motion
All who were PRESENT inheritance
A PRESENT from THEIR parent's notion
I could go on and on but I don't have TIME
Because I need to set out the THYME..
I do not have a match for THEIR but THERE
is one match for it..
Written: April 04, 2015
Categories:
currant, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
In the darkest nightmares of mankind lies a shadow
Realm of fear, hidden there are monstrous figures
Eluding detection's discovery, living on a harden edge
Of realism.
Dare not enter the dead man's zone, beware humanity
For death stalks in this extinctions mighty arena of the unknown.
From the pit of hell's blackened abyss, emerges a nuclear spawn,
A man made creature, of fall outs crimson rain of radiation.
Storms living earthquake, grappling the earth by it's four ends,
And shaking the whole globe in fears disastrous wrath.
Mutations legacy, a tidal waves reptilian leviathan, feel the
Ground itself tremble, beneath his heavily lain foot steps.
Godzilla lives, the rude awakening of humanity has been
Reborn, ushered in by the winds of war.
Other demons clash, arising beyond the horizon's
Hazardous blackness, a currant lifted by ignorance's blind,
Called the shield of greed's ambitious, releasing hatred's evil,
Upon the stage of man.
Survivors from a forgotten past,
Emerge exposed by the decline of our earthen
Environmental world, falling apart do to mankind's
Raping of the nature itself.
Foe's enemy joins united against this common threat,
Apocalypse’s mighty giant, stands tall ready to fight, on the
Right side of justice.
Godzilla's raises his fists of fury, to do battle on behalf of
His maker's standard, we shall overcome and defeat any
Obstacle set before us.
Side by side we enter the realm of the unknown, clashing titans,
Taking on all on comers, we shall make our stand here, on a
Line drawn in fears instinctual realm of the unknown.
Man and beast untied, or both falling beneath a current of extension,
Let us all learn afterwards, that we should not mess with mother nature,
For she is a creature of awesome power, and we should beware of her
Mighty wrath.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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Categories:
currant, imagery, imagination, inspirational, international,
Form:
Free verse
He told the tales with likes and similes
human character dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life just like a mist
as touched by divine spark like children kissed
He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty
painted pictures that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities that would last eternity
Those he drew were woman child and man
in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan
a future government by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who like his Son in mind
The currant rulers here described as beast
devour and make suffer great to least
he implicated leaders intentions as the cause
as having violated all of the natural laws
He pointed out the signs to tell the time
how earth and heaven his plans to realign
where peace on earth in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting life they will maintain
Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden understand
he intends this projects finish by his Son
with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done"
I must advise you those in the grave are dead
they will remain there until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth in a future time
While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend who was dead and in a grave
forth the example of what his future rule will pave
How can you not get it the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony
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Categories:
currant, death, devotion, earth, faith,
Form:
Verse
When he was a child, He threw my belongings out the window
Gazed upon me not knowing, Where I would go
Belt welts for my belongings, He did not know where about
Dwelling in a cold city night, They looked for me in my fright
When I became a teem mom, He embraced my change
Knowing I've always been like a mother, Even when not holding the title of her name
When he realized he beat me, He was not naive to see
However his mind was not developed enough , To see it was breaking threads
He adapted to my change gradually, Seeing it as the norm
Eventually seeing the sister he once knew, Becoming someone he now mourned
As he grew he pushed harder because he knew, My hopes and dreams for him were true
Occasionally falling off track, He intensely fought back
So that he to could give up, But he continues to strive
Graduating first, Meeting the finish line
He knew he made me proud, As an adult expressing I was heard cheering all along In receiving my approval, Formulating his grind
When I gave up, In my energy he drowned
Helping me to stay afloat, Encouraging me as his life boat
I continue to tread water, Within tsunamis in my head
Now using him as the outlet, In which I express my purge
My deep darkest fears, Managing the currant so I can breathe
Helping to improve my strokes, Through his knowledge of swimming
When younger siblings step in, In pride we should not be led
Through an Ego filled mind, Remember they've been watching you the entire time
My Lil Big Brother
Categories:
currant, appreciation, brother, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
in the church of the latter day pipe dream
the jungle heartbeat settles with the sleeping sun,
the hightone choir kicks up a midnite melody filled with street bead jubilee
in the chiily frost a houndrel skidmark queen skates circles
around the thatched hut of eternity
holding burning rites reaching back through catacomb starlights
marriage a forgotten horse and buggy seventy six trombone dream routine left in the blue sky cornfield tractor breeze
sex evaporates like a withered tiger eye in a jejune july wind
satisfaction’s red lip lightning bolt sparks green exit goddess dressing golden imprimatura in the fog lifting drift
teenage trollers leave their uneasy dancing slipknot slippers at the doorstep of juicy blended upended black currant roll fiestas
Categories:
currant, allegory, howl, music, passion,
Form:
Burlesque
PRUNING THE ROSES
Prune Roses here, Prune Roses there,
Dancing in my garden,
With Sweet William and Fred Astaire.
Wallflower there, Gardenia over here,
My Fuchsia’s looking bright,
I’m going to retire this year.
Working on the Rockery,
and making it a Dahlia routine.
The Hydrangea looks wonderful,
Magnolia’s standing supreme.
Perennials in here, Heather over there,
Talking to my Sunflower,
Petunia’s shrug and stare.
Slug pellets there, Slug pellets here,
Touch my French Marigolds,
and its salt on your tail my dear.
Love to spend the day, working in my garden,
Then relax in the evening sun.
Surveying creation all around me,
With a nice Cuppa and a Currant Bun.
Categories:
currant, appreciation, flower, garden, retirement,
Form:
Rhyme