Best Juice Poems
a gentle breeze
tinkling wind chimes
her voice
reflected
within her eyes
the sky
sunlight gleams
upon the stream
her flowing hair
rose petals
blushing
cheeks and lips
slithering
down her neck
peach juice and kisses
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POTD ~ 5th December 2016
hope and joy
sprinkled liberally
in generous amounts
butterfly magic juice
summer holiday shine
dragon flits mercifully
sunlit orbs
rainbow feelings
heartfelt spirit man
garden entices
marigold's ruffles
teasing the honeybees
faeries tiny secrets
hidden forever
mystically sound
peace and hope
calm above and beyond
earthworms heaven
sigh comes from soul
I feel the music
of the vegetables
pushing their way
realizing their truth
nurturing us forward
butterfly magic juice
enjoyed in all aspects
on a summer day
Drinking grapefruit juice is total bliss.
It won’t get any better than this.
I call this juice liquid happiness.
Good for a brother or sis.
inspired by a comment to one of my other poems
A memory is found in the back of my mind
That I thought was stored away
It's creeping back in, without my approval
Oh why would it treat me this way
I keep thinking about that bean juice
But it's not what you people may think
Get your minds out of that smelly gutter
For it has nothing to do with the stink
See, we were singing at this fundraiser
Kind of an all you can eat buffet
What happened next was a nightmare
And I keep trying to forget that day
As I went down the line, with plate in hand
The soup beans were all I could see
Since my mother died, the beans were scarce
For my wife wouldn't make them for me
My plate was full, as my heart leapt with joy
From this promising prize that I'd found
I know what you're thinking so stop it!
It has nothing to do with that sound
The place that I'd chosen to sample this treat
Was packed like a can of sardines
But I was in a hurry to find my seat
So I could get to those wonderful beans
At the front of the table sit a famous guest
A popular radio D J
Though try as I might the path was too tight
As my bean juice had found his toupee
Now with beans in my plate and egg on my face
I had only myself to blame
For three beans with juice sat on top of his head
As my wife hid her poor face in shame
I mean what could I say to comfort this man
As my meal sat on top of his head
So I just bit my tongue and walked away
And hoped he didn't notice instead
Well my guilt would get the best of me
As I approached him later that day
I reach for his hand, and say I'm sorry my friend
For I've spilled bean juice on top your toupee
Well, the man wasn't happy to say the least
And I really can't blame him at all
For I'm stuck in this slow motion memory
As I watching that bean juice fall
Well, that's my story and all of it's true
Maybe one day that memory will pass
See, I told you this story was not what you thought
For it had nothing to do with gas
Foray of explosive sunset —
natural fireworks on display.
A banquet of clouds, rolls in wet,
rolling up their sleeves in melee.
The confusion has its beauty —
thunderous blue, gray and white clash.
Diffusion smacks hued patootie.
Sea of the air throws quite a bash.
Brightly colored dresses behind
this curtain of discontentment.
A leprechaun’s gold, silver-lined —
cloaked rainbow’s tittle presentment.
Drink to me only with thine eyes*
the poet says, stirred as they wade.
The belle’s fluttering lashes sigh.
Are they orange or lemonade?
1/11/2021
Watered-Down Juice Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Used HMS, 8 syllable lines, 16 lines
*Ben Johnson’s Song: to Celia
That first cup of coffee in the morning
I describe it as KICKAPOO JOY JUICE
The day doesn't begin until that first sip
When angels start singing and the sun starts to shine
You realize the world is a beautiful place
You feel like skipping through fields of clover
Singing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah and throwing out daisies
At times I'm overwhelmed by the amazing response
When total strangers stop me, embrace me
And plant huge smackers on my waiting lips
I'd prefer members of the opposite sex
But in a pinch... hmmm!
Yup! KICKAPOO JOY JUICE each morning
Starts my old engine a-humming
Must be careful though, two is my maximum
After that I'm no longer responsible for my actions
There have been times when a third cup of the stuff
Has caused me to touch total strangers
In very inappropriate places
When my advances are happily returned
It usually means they've been into the juice as well
Must leave you now... making my fifth cup
There's no stopping me now!!!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
You once gave me such a thrill, eager
To meet you with a yearning heart full
So hungry, thirsting for your vibrant
Flow of crimson devotion, love so
Alive with serenity and dreams
Awakening hope within my soul
Lighting up my whole life with kindness
Exploding with whispers of feeling
Caressing my spirit with soft warmth
Painting my nature with hues of hope
Brilliant shades of joy and soothing faith
Singing to my soul of fond friendship
You once gave me a feeling that was
Filled with loving vows resonating
Within, where every vision gossips
About the longings that thrive inside
Where wonders embrace all my beliefs
Assure my dreams that they will have wings
Encourage my love to feel real
Like the sun rising round the mountains
Touching the cold limbs and branches with
Warmth from the middle of the fond heart
Catching the touch of moments breathing
Flawless grace through the spirit’s essence
You once gave me promises of love
Today you sigh grimly of wrinkles
And tresses that resemble silver
Where I once shone with vibrant color
And smoothest skin roaring innocence
Birthday, my friend, go back where you’ve been
Watered Down Juice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
January 1, 2021
After all of those times, they don't understand.
The devil in them just wanna kill you man.
Cypress Hill was right. The devil won't let,
Go. He always fights an unfair fight. Because
A child of God got the juice now. He walks,
In the spirit realm and has this protective,
Film stronger than the deteriorated ozone,
Layer. The devil is a fake wannabe player.
He'll pistol whip you, and you'll get up, and,
Fight more, you'll open the door and bullets,
Fly at you and you dodge all of them dude.
That fake punk devil will run away and cry,
And say that crazy fool didn't die. What's,
Up with him? We'll ,you got the juice now.
You study the Word of God. You are just,
Odd. You know his game. You were on my,
Team. He's wondering:
Why can't I get him back to being,
A fiend? Why can't I get him back to selling,
Dope? Why can't I get him back to thinking,
He has no hope? Why can't I get him back,
Into kissing butts of folks? What?
What? This dude is crazy. He's making,
Me tired and lazy. I had that juice. Man,
I used to be the head man under God,
But I just had to be Him. That dude got,
Power. This is some of the things that,
The devil will say to you when you when,
You live the life that's true. He'll be sad,
And blue. All you have to do is continue,
To walk in the spirit, and your very presence,
He'll fear it. Read the Word of God,
And apply it. You got the juice now.
You a child of God. You got the juice,
Even when you may fall short, the devil
Will be out of sort. You will play him out
Like a sport. YOU GOT THE JUICE NOW.
SO TO NO SATANIC SPIRIT BOW.
1-10-11
There once was a butcher named Cassidy,
Who had a tremendous capacity,
To drink orange-juice all day,
And most will say,
He was good at this talent you see
Each day by one or two,
His skin took on a tangerine hue
And his eyes turned to two yellowish orbs
Yet he drank more juice,
And there was no use
In trying to squeeze him some more
Butcher Cassidy lived that way,
Till his dying day
And he was buried in a Chinese grave yard...
For he had turned permanently yellow
This juice-addicted fellow
That's just what OJ can do
And come next spring
To surprise evryone
From pauper to king
From the graveyard
Nature did bring,
A grove of orange trees
Some say when they pass
the orange-juice aisle
And if they linger awhile,
And urge for ribs and juice
Will come their way
And nothing else will do
So watch your intake of juice
Before the orange demon is let loose
And your life will end in dismay.
. Peeling off layers
I'm slice'n, dice'n, chopp'n
Onion cries in pain
J_Juice dilated
U_Under disguise as paci
I_In a sippy cup
C_Container used to
E_Entertain
And moms think they have them weaned
So you think you are a poet,
but your work, it don’t show it
Lots of Yeats and Shakespeare
rip offs; Wordsworth aped, many
spin-offs
Puerile nonsense, bibs and bows,
weep for me, and wipe my nose
“I’m an expert,” what a laugh!
why’d you write such utter chaff!
Hymns and sermons in profusion,
writ with gnostic’s odd confusion
But where’s “the juice,”the meat
and gravy? Please no more on
curls and baby
Writing poetry is a thrill, not twee
lines to make one ill; so why not
pen about real life; hearts, emotions,
hormones, strife?
(With apologies to the late Charles Bukowski )
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 you
Satisfy the morning routine
Orange juice is nature’s vaccine
Summertime in Philippines
Where cart vendors park
Thirsty customers line up
To taste the cool fruit
Young sweet coconuts!
Pure Local
Juice!
The gin and juice on my lips
What could be better than this?
Going around the cities like a homeless
Meeting some strangers, smokers, players
(Do you have a cigarette?
Yeah, of course, you naughty girl)
It’s so easy to be wrong and bad
If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right
Could you make me high and dope?
I’m too drunk to walk
So let’s have a ride in nightly cities
And the gin I had wasn’t that bad, so I had one more
He gave me 50 euros, so we gotta get drunk
What a badass
It’s time to leave my daddies
And forgot my shameless past
Maybe it’s time to get drunk
What about gin and juice?
It’s so easy to be wrong and bad
If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right
Could you make me high and dope?
I’m too drunk to walk
So let’s have a ride in nightly cities
Don’t wake me up
I don’t want to cry myself to sleep
I just want to say goodbye to Flora’s era
It’s so easy to be wrong and bad
If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right
Could you make me high and dope?
I’m too drunk to walk
So let’s have a ride in nightly cities