Best Honeydews Poems

  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
  encasing stars in honeydews of  h e a l i n g, 
     as ...

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Why can’t you stay? Your pretty views
are skies’ cerulean and the blues
of sweet wild blooms that I can see
beneath a sun that shines for me
like lemon crests on cockatoos!

Watermelon and honeydews -
I savor flavors in chartreuse.
But lilac days, how soon they flee!
   ...

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Words of love have many spills, harboring heartbreaks in their chills,
Birds of song upon yonder hills, singing sorrows amongst the daffodils…

We get lost within adoration, whirlpools drowning waters of flirtation,
Debris of love in mutation, with pendulous promises in rapid rotation…

Sunny days that slowly fade, lovers...

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To Eat A Peach

Spring is here.
The delicate tree blossoms replace
     the delicate white lights of Winter.
From the petals fruit will grow.

Pears, plums, apricots, cherries,
       nectarines...
Peaches.

I set the unripe soft rose and yellow
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Of course I love you, the slang phrase Yo, men flirting O, sumptuous U, curse words aches to demolish the beauty of you, sweet sticky substance found on plants she's my honeydew, the sweetness of someone like you, is rare like a holographic card, O...

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Lisa and I went to a reception, yesterday evening, for students who’d landed summer fellowships at a particular hospital in Boston. (Yeah us!) It wasn’t formal, so I wore a crimson cropped sweater, a beige circle skirt (with pockets!) and beige Sarto soft-leather ballet flats.

I’ve...

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There was a sunny spot in my eye,
a region of riots and ripples,
a cause for resplendence
in mosaic mysteries
and myriad myths;
Tendrils and creepers, 
ivies and myrtles 
and an emblazoned bliss…

There was a sunny spot in my eye,
beyond the honeydews,
the hills and the hedges,
that nestled the we;

the...

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I will steal a million star kisses
from the farthest point of the abysmal sky
Pluck them like the strings of my guitar 
then lay them at your feet in a basket of thorny wilderness
wild and laden with blood and lavender
as an atonement of my surrender 

I...

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You like black beans
I like red
You like parties
I like bed
You like me and I like you
We'll sell everything else
'cept our honeydews....

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Atop the ice capped mountain
     Residing in my cup
There flowed a creamy lava
     A marshmallow cover up

The snow was flavored chocolate
     Though the vast selection varies
With choices of all colors
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At the fruit stand, in a box,
Were melons that, to me,
Were unfamiliar, not the
Ones I’m likelier to see.

No cantaloupes? No honeydews?
The fruit guy shook his head,
But pointed to the box which held
The green-skinned ones instead.

They weren’t watermelons, so 
I asked what they were named.
The fruit...

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Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip.

Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon?
Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias,
they blush in near neon reflection, with a mathematical, fractal perfection.

Courtyards that were once dark and uninviting, frosty...

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Crystal waters plumping the honeydews 
and cascading through amusement park ride.
As tourists engage in espionage
in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms.
As graves of self sufficiency,
Communes of bagged embalm.
"Do What Thou Wilt","Do No Harm".
Spirit cooking, charms I"m sure.
Missing and exploited children bearing no arms.
Foreigners get precedence over
the Citizenry...

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Heqtit spoke to the People

Who's selfishness: wishes to smear the
need of these people. Who strands there
own individual want to compromise the
 need of people. 
He stood before  them and we asked him to be quiet.
We told him not to ruffle the feathers of these...

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