Best Juicing Poems

Juicing up my walk
i just wanted to talk
but, you  wanted to just pass by
as i wanted only to fly,
the highway in the sky
gives a...

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oranges are staining my nails
squirting and spreading juice
aromatic, wet, tasty,
sometimes tart, sometimes sweet
some can juice them
I try
but fail
buying my juice at a store...

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These tiny hands. Black and White hands twirl. Vibrant palms ripple the Flower-land. Dancing onto the rainbowous piano. Music permeates the thirsty airs. Notes float...

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Enriched with sweetness of friendship delight
Bubbling midst love’s joy, not sugar-coated
We savor chats of chocolatey sprite
Grateful for vibrant bonding, grace-salted.

While coffeing, we honeyfy talk-bliss
Reminiscing high...

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If love was a forest
I tip toe the climb through its beating heart
There is lost love, the dry deaf leaves
Strewn ground high and spread thick...

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White celebration again,
With mothers and children
Juicing, fruiting campaign,
Tossing drinking Champaign,
Standing and sitting again
With singing and dancing domain
A thirtieth birthday bro!
No pain no gain again.

Lightening x-massing...

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When I was young
And felt a little glum
My Mum would cheer me
With a plum.

I began to eat them daily,
Demolishing entire punnets
With aplomb.

How I loved those...

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Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
     recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
  ...

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Summer Thunderstorm Air
Fragrance of Fresh Cut Melons,
Scents Enrich Inhales by Ions,
Nostrils Reborn, Stale Lung Felons.

Kidnapping Senses & Juicing Esprit,
Electric Escape From Gray Now Free,
Musty Moldy...

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darling dimpled dervishes
dancing delightfully 
ghouls goblins gargoyles
gabbing, grabbing, ghosting,
witches wearing weaves,
wistfully watching watchers
dust of night brings Halloween
Outstanding orange ovarian owls 
studiously studying steeples,
betting bulbous bats...

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Carte blanche, 
this scribe bandies, exercises, 
and indulges inexplicable gravitas 
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, 
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, 
linkedin as some lingual philanderer, 
which...

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My life fell apart
After 2035
After all the rest of
My brothers did die
I pissed on their graves
Though I shoulda been dead
With all the negativity
Swimming In my...

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My life fell apart
After 2035
After all the rest of
My brothers did die
I pissed on their graves
Though I shoulda been dead
With all the negativity
Swimming In my...

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My life fell apart
After 2035
After all the rest of
My brothers did die
I pissed on their graves
Though I shoulda been dead
With all the negativity
Swimming In my...

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CITRUS GROVES 
 
In citrus groves of sunlit hue,
Fictitious fact farce sounds so true,
Where oranges, plump and captured by zest,
In love affection with the farmer,...

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