Best Fruitage Poems

Love
is what you feel,
when God to you is real.

Joy
is, a feeling inside,
you,
cannot hide,
that rarely subsides.

Peace,
Will come over you,
When you have,
an overview,
Of God's purpose for you.

Patience
is...

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Tonight, a montage is brushed with a splendor
of glazed branches : an arrangement of russet
teal and orange; dappled wisps enticing
my spirit for a pilgrim beyond...

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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...

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It is crop time in Beantown.
The people of the City have the seeds to plant.
Their best harvest is the orange that is yellow.
Jake Castle is...

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Harvest

Scaturient

Hanging, fluffing, waiting

Provide, provision, work, fatigue

Fruitage   

I know you will not be able to see the picture that I am writing about which...

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Two young lovers
Seeing eye to eye;
Ecstatic romance


Promises made
Language of love;
Reality can be harsh


July sun-bathing
Local fruitage surprise:
Durians, mangosteens, rambutans!


Two yellow butterflies
Zigzagging flight path;
Bourgainvillea landing


Sweet nectar sip
Momentary...

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Chapter I

Part II: Power and emptiness


Mariah of Magdala!

Opulent woman yet juvenile 

Did your 'hood' bestow upon you such affluence?

Look how youthful you are

Flawless beauty with...

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By all these lovely tokens autumn days are here, 
with summer's best of weather, 
and autumn's best of joyfulness,
every soul is dedicated to it, 
and...

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Hello, I come to speak of peace,
The kind which saves the mind from deviation.
To give life to dead instincts,
For the lost throne belonging to black...

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Fear is a fatal flower that blooms in every breast,
twining its vicious tendrils to choke hope's infant rest.
Fear bears a bitter fruitage, a wine of...

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hedgerows greenup-
nature's pastiche
awakens from winter sleep.

Quiet greets the Spring morn,
a shaft of light diffuses night 

snow melts slowly-
a trickle,unseen,runs free 
begins a new spring
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A babbling...

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Why you in my life taking me down every time I get up from my low? Just as  
fire meet gasoline my tummy burn...

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Our gardeners planted seeds in a box
And got a garden.
They watered that garden
And got an orchard.
They cultivated that orchard,
And got a forest.
A forest of beautiful...

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More
As the bindings of morality
Become looser every day
Every adult, every youngster
Is seduced to have his way
Inhibitions once had merits
The lack of them was to one’s...

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Suddenly, I would give anything to be near you.
I would buy back our old house, broken down, dilapidated.
Loquat trees and rainbows removed.
Hammocks and honeysuckle given...

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