Best Currants Poems
Have you ever felt like a ship,
In bottle?
Chasing waves as they roll back,
And forth?
A glass encased fortress that,
Allows no escape.
Within these reflecting walls my,
Vessel sails on ward.
Echoing chants that men have,
Song sense time Began.
Oh hear the music dance from,
Stem to stern.
From every corner, rattling,
The haul.
Set those sails, lock down,
That mast!
A Gail is ah coming hear gulls,
Sing beware.
But in this our glass prison,
Calm shores.
Lend little relief yet much,
Regret.
Oh god have mercy on sailors,
Who live upon,
The mischievous sea.
For know mistress can beat,
Her to save the,
Likes of me.
So here I remain inside my,
Ship in a bottle.
Lights chambers imprisoned,
Victim casting rainbows.
Shadows against crystal shards,
Split silhouettes Illusions.
Forever roaming currants endless,
Tides.
Putting life and limb at fates whim,
Chasing foam and Spray,
The rays of the rising sun.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
currants, adventure, boat, emotions, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
The Easter bunny’s feeling sick
He ate eight boiled eggs for a trick
And cannot stop fartin
His butt end is smartin
The other bunnies took the mick!
Poor bunny said “It isn’t funny
I’ve got excess gas in my tummy
Eating eggs is a curse
And what’s even worse
My rabbit currants have turned runny”
While Easter bunny had a walk
His bunny pals began to talk
They came up with a plan
And saw hardware store Stan
Who fitted Bunny with a cork
When bunny just nibbled on hay
His flatulence soon went away
Long gone is the smell
And bunny is well
To bring chocolate eggs on Sunday
thanks to a friend who smoothly whispered a prompt to me
04/15/22
Categories:
currants, easter,
Form:
Limerick
I'm shopping in the town near my favourite cake shop
I need a sugar fix so I’ll really have to stop
I’m having friends to tea, so I think it’s only fair
To buy my friend Patricia, a nice chocolate eclair
Connie loves a cake and it’s always lots of fun
Watching her dissect a pink-coated iced bun
Alice will be coming and she’ll bring her sister Pam
They both like nothing better, than a doughnut filled with jam
A Battenberg of pink and yellow is one of Carol's favourite cakes
She divides the squares into four, oh what a mess she makes
A nice Victoria Sponge is Jess's favourite cake
But the ones in the shop aren’t as good as the ones her Grandma used to make
Wendy is quite partial to a round, plump Eccles cake
Filled with currants and buttery filling
They're messy when the pastry starts to flake
The cakes are on the cake-stand, it’s quite a sight to see
I’m trying to cut down my sugar intake
But they look really tempting to me
My friends are choosing their favourite cake
But I don't think I’ll risk it
I'll just sit and watch them, with a nice cup of tea
And a nice modest Digestive biscuit
Categories:
currants, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Just for the Holidays so sweet
It is the perfect Christmas treat
To make this special cake so fine
Just use this recipe of mine
Unbleached flour pure and white
About eight ounces is just right
A little butter, a six ounce stick
Four large eggs then stir it quick
An ounce of almonds blanched and split
Then add some currants in with it
Add some raisins both dark and white
With baking powder to keep it tight
Some extra cherries if you should feel
Then add an ounce of pure mixed peel
One whole lemon both pulp and rind
Get condensed milk, the sweetened kind
To make your guests a little frisky
Add a dash of good scotch whiskey
Grease a pan with Pam so nifty
And heat the oven up to three fifty
Stir your mixture ‘til it’s nice and thick
Spread it in a pan so smooth and quick
Then take tinfoil and seal the dough
And bake it for an hour or so
Take it out and open it up
And pour your milk into a cup
Brush the milk so smooth and sweet
On top of your delicious treat
Then bake it for ten minutes more
And use a toothpick to check it for
The perfect “doneness”, that’s the rule
Then take it out and let it cool
And after it has cooled a while
The smell of it will make you smile
For Holidays you just can’t beat it
So cut a big ole slice and eat it
Categories:
currants, food
Form:
Rhyme
Though the winds of hardships blow,
And the storms of life, have rocked
Our worlds surroundings.
You've always been there for me,
As I've been so for you.
Turned upside down, and inside out,
Crushed beneath emotions tidal waves.
We've waited out together, the currants
Shifting tides of life.
Symbiont siblings, cast outwardly, into
The vast expanse of humanity,
Struggling to survive, against the harsh
Reality’s of life beyond, our safety net,
That once we called home, is now gone.
Only in memories photo albums,
Can one recapture it's warmth, and
Embrace the inner innocence, of
Childhood again.
Orphan’s of ages regrets, lingering
In tear stained silhouettes, I'm
Still here for thee, my sister,
A brothers love remains, to comfort,
And console, such a kindred spirit
As yours.
I'll try to brush away pains sorrow,
Easing a trouble brow, leave your
Wows aside.
Until the healing day of tomorrow,
Does shine upon us, not to worry,
Dearest heart for it will dawn.
So while yee rest, in your quiet
Slumber, remember I'll be
Watching over you,
My dearest sister.
Hopes faith lives within me,
I'll shoulder it's responsibility,
For the both of us.
Until you awake, and are
Restored once more,
To be cherished by those,
Whom love thee the most.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
currants, brother, courage, dedication, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Inclinations Of Fan
Ceiling fan mesmerized the day’s hypnotic flashings
Sunlight fractured through rotating blades
Someone must have traduced it with black magic
Or a switch turned on when we weren't looking
False currants of air, created up there
Pretending to be wind inside the room
Are merely fabrications of the ceiling fan
Humming complacently about a motor at its core
Variable speeds at war with nature
Pretending to be wind is such a sin
Slow, medium, fast… won’t last forever
Ceiling fan will stop one day for many reasons
Electric cost is at the top
An condition unit will replace it for a time
When the grid goes out by bombs or hackers
Paper fans will do just fine
Categories:
currants, business, creation, society, technology,
Form:
Free verse
On a beautiful June morning very early we made our way down to the fields,
The men had scythes to ring in all the bustle for the annual hay harvests,
We were a merry bunch and we stripped down to the waist in sunburnt groups,
At close of day we sat down in the deep cool grass of a hidden shady valley.
A cool stream clear as glass the shadows on the stream rippled and danced,
The shadows reflected circles of light on the stony bottom, a perfect day,
On the small bank an azure crowfoot waves to you in an evening light breeze,
The purple comfrey goes one better and dips its leaves in the crystal spring.
Hanging over the babbling stream branches droop over weighed by chestnuts,
We pick gooseberries, currants, ripe strawberries as the month slips away,
The cuckoo's departs and as a dark tinge of evening comes, glow worms glow,
We walk to our homes happy and tired over sweet bails of hay, lovely days.
Categories:
currants, nature, light, light,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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A salmon run is one of the places to find pearl dew. Dried or undried it is nonetheless stunning in it's composition. Compositions create calling cream. And a dough ball is neither a dream nor a daring drop. It is to be said that one single itemised inked out informant is an information infant. And still the deep fried rice dish bubbles in merrymaking and mirth and is so awesome for otherwise stagnant non smiling cracker breads to rise and tinkle dance upon the side board. Many a kitchen is many a secret sound. Akin to a school but without lessons. Currants climbing created credits. And a circulating captain bird arrives with bits of bread, a harp, a lute, a little jellyfish and a belly dancing buffalo. Sink that into a vase then stand and admire the constitutional composition. And all the while the wild eyed egg is playing hoop da loop with the rye, beans, chips and chickens. But only at sixteen minutes past seven. Hahaha moonbeam moving making meals. Metallic music making mathematical models. Haha modem may mean many times a frog hop. Xxxxx sharp shark angle. Xxxx conditionality zzzzzx
Categories:
currants, bangla,
Form:
Chokeberry bush is gardens’ heart and soul
As it grows proud and tall
It produces barriers that can be eaten whole
Or can be made into juice and liquor during fall
The grape winding vine
From which we make wine
The wine tastes divine
And its smell is very fine
Black and white currants are like pearls of the sea
Even simple gooseberries about them have certain majesty
Raspberry like red diamond of African steps glowing mysteriously
Strawberry here now gone tomorrow remind one how quickly time will flee
When wind will blow in orchid time will cease
And all paradoxes also cease
The awareness of soul will increase
And alleviation of troubled heart will put spirit at peace
Wild rose queen of all flowers with wall will be aligned
One could spot it even if he was blind
Fallowing the divine smell and taste it leaves behind
It reflects the greatest divination of greatest form sublime and undefined
Categories:
currants, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
On a cold and frosty morning I gazed across fair fields, woods and copses,
I heard a wood-lark sing a sweet song, so sweet, hairs on my neck raised,
Did I hear it earlier in the month, I thought my ears were playing tricks,
Standing in my back garden a thrush joined in with his song, a magical day.
Peering around there were tomtits hanging on the eaves of the thatched barn,
Rooks began to revisit their special trees and arrange their future nests,
A harsh loud voice, the missel-thrush rang from hedges and boughs of trees,
The missel-thrush became quiet, the hedge sparrow renewed its chirping note.
Turkey-cocks now strut their stuff they gobble and partridges begin to pair,
House-pigeons have had their young and field, crickets open their old holes,
Gnats begin to play about the insects, swarm, under weak watery sun hedges,
The stone-curlew clamors and by ponds, in wet water mead's the frogs croak.
Ravens lay their eggs and in a far off wood a green woodpecker sings loudly,
An elder treed discloses its flower buds and the catkins of the hazel grow,
Young leaves are budding on the gooseberries and currants begin to take shape,
And late February is a time where life is regenerated for another four seasons.
Winter in spite of occasional frost and frowns is now leaving for pastures new,
The voice of the turtle and the singing-bird is heard once more in our lands,
Frost and icicles hanging from high old oak trees begin to drip on hard ground,
A fox can be seen way off in a fallow field looking for nest-eggs for breakfast.
Categories:
currants, nature, old, old,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sitting watching a June summer king establish his reign over hazy hills and dusty dales,
I could just hear a sharpened scythe's ring across green fields cutting away at the corn,
With the hustle and bustle of the annual hay-harvesters bringing home a brand new season,
Happy sunburned workers work the open fields gazing skywards smiling at the noonday sun.
Hay hangs out to dry in the trees of the narrow footpath's and down haw thorny little lanes,
Everything now prepared and Mr.Summer rolls up his sleeves working to help with harvesting,
Each person delighting in deep cool grass in the shaded part an abstract of lovely flowers,
Then paddle in a cool stream washing the chaff dust from feet thus ending a hard days work.
The shadows of leaves dance along the streams a silhouette waltzes upon the silvery water,
Lovely azure crowfoot salutes from a bank to a forget-me-not an old friend from last year,
A purple compfrey dips its leaves to sweeten the water joined by a warm and gentle breeze,
The birds sing from the trees and in the hedgerows while the nightingale tweets a sad tune.
On trees chestnuts begin to grow and acorns young and green sitting in their little cups,
The nuts from the hazel and the apples on trees in orchards promise a ripe autumn harvest,
Gooseberries for pies, currants and strawberries ripen growing in the hedges of old lanes,
June has taken his fair turn making spring shoots grow strong, ready for the later fruits.
The cuckoo departs and glow worms emerge on a summer's night and glows a tiny little glow,
Along heath and over the meadows across landscaped fields dotted with pretty wild flowers,
The June summer heat gives strength to nature making grass lime green next to red poppies,
As the summer harvest quietens the work nearly done people rest and reflect on golden mead's.
Categories:
currants, nature, old, work, summer,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fruit Fairies
Green luscious trees sway gracefully in breeze
humming song sung by work pollen bees
baby fruits cradled not yet ripen to fall
many are ready but some still too small
Laden with fruit rich, juicy and ripe
natures jewels sparkling delights
oranges, plums, pears, apples galore
once tasted you will always want more
Raspberries, strawberries and currants of blue
beautiful colours all natural and true
blackberries, apricots, gooseberries green
melons and mangoes even tangerines
Lemons so bright bed lights to be seen
fruit fairies dancing among all the green
they are the guardians who nurture them all
working and caring protectors when called
Unicorn sprinkles star dust they apply
diamonds drop dews, rain from the sky
foods for the fruits all natural and clean
no chemicals be used, always grown green
As dusk draws in, their wings tired and slow
fireflies wake lights delicately glows
lay rest their heads on white cotton to sleep
eyes tiredly shut no fairy does peep
Fruit salad, fruit medley bring such harmony
all healthy when eaten moderately
so children when mum and dad say this be true
fruit fairies grew these especially for you
If you hear little laughter or feel tickle of air
know that a fairy is very near
happy, smiling, flying with glee
healthy our children - earth future trustees
29.08.20
Categories:
currants, children, fairy, fruit, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is often great to watch a pea boat sail past. Rather remarkable it is. Round swirling orb. The balancing of a metre thick rug is amicable when on a trapeze. Akin to turning around on a very high roller coaster. But when travelling does one not partake in crusts of buttered lava bread. Booming bongos bringing baking beads. And so tread carefully. And lightly. When mixing physical currants,raisins and particles of icing across the skyways. Skyways are often very interesting for the patterns arriving are never exact. Good. Great isn't it? Sunrises tell of faith in a sunflower. And thrice times a weapon is twenty times a sea urchin. Basking. Knead or need? Savour that in a barm. Belligerent barbershop breaks beakers. 1 2 3 4 huckleberry fin at a disco. And a fig dancing around to the tune of a saxophone played by a fat prawn with very googly eyes, buck teeth, and a stripey hat. Hum. Xxxxx humanitarian z plagioclase p and a custard donut assortment. Z
Categories:
currants, bible,
Form:
In England it has achieved fame.
Dried currants dot this steamed pudding.
“Spotted Dick” is this dessert’s name.
So few Yanks have heard of this thing.
Categories:
currants, food,
Form:
Quatrain
Bees in jumpsuits cannot really fly but caterpillar boats can go very very fast down the canals. It is an oversized cake that bungee jumps for the longest period of time at the sponge competitions where the cream of trophies is to be won. And apple tartlets swinging from apparatuses create very spectacular shows. Facing a fork the flapjack frowns in concentration then climbs over in fine valiant fashion to the applause from the seated rows of oats, currants and raisins. The commentator couch was stood awestruck at the awesome acrobatic skills of the cup cakes as they sailed around on the trapezes a million foot over the stadium. Much to the delight the movements of the mixed rice performed exceedingly superb synchronized swimming routines and the tiny clown fish in a bowler hat and microphone commentated on their show. But a show is not a shoulder, nor a shadow, and nor is it a shouting shawl. Classy charming cute creatures create calm cities. And the dog and cat fish swim around in the buckets of the back gardens. Clapping. Hahaha tubular tabs tagging toast towels. Hahaha voluptuous volumetric violet vessels. Xxxx anthropomorphic Z Z Z Z at six tiles and forty three papers of a waterfall flush in a muddy seasonal view. !z!.
Categories:
currants, animal, , cute,
Form: