Best Lemonades Poems

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but four years of age
Birthdays were such magical moments
The cake was filled with candles
The balloons still in their package twelve on...

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The blazing sun
     scorches lonely daydreams—
He saunters like a penguin
    lemonades in hand. 
We two laughed until moonlight.

Copyright March 18, 2015

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  TANKA 2 – 
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich

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WHEN YOU CATCH LOVE'S FEVER !

When the body temperature exceeds the normal, -
The doctor says you have got the fever on you !
High fever can get you into a delirium, -
And you could get into the ICU ! 

One must guard oneself from the summer’s...

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Full moons, falling stars
Milky way, candy bars
Chicken soup, ham on rye
A BLT or key lime pie
The good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything

Sunny days, day it rains
Banana splits and candy canes
Hummingbirds, a peaceful dove
A gentle hug , a mothers love
The good things...

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Hands touch, carefully to find what
Needs fixing. A little cement mixing.

Husband, wives, kids picked cotton.
Long, hot days - long ago forgotten.
Hard, sharp shells. Spinning wheel.
Precision machine, squeaky wheel,
Making thread, into the soft cloth.
No bow-evils got in with the moth.

The stout women made lemonades.
We've all labored...

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You gotta keep on holding your head up,
and your shoulders high.
You gotta keep on refiling your pride,
raising the bar on your self worth.
You gotta keep on walking tall despite the potholes.
yea!
You gotta keep on making those lemonades,
add a little honey and enjoy the flavor.
 
You...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat that buck came vasocongested spades
lit torch, where hello kitty Ernst...

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To the cloudy evenings that darken the day;
To the pitter patter of raindrops on my window panes;
To the sweet odor of the earth after a downpour;
And to the rainbow flashing across the blue sky;
I yearn to return.

To the melodious chirping of the sparrows in the...

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Carnages carry great weight in a ten inch bowl nut under thinking when vaporised is not noted to be a wise, nor sensible, or productive decision. Pushing barrows of bees down a motorway is deplorable. Does one human good deed equal prominent human crimes,sin,and ultimately...

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Cage the rage you envisage
At the slightest intervention
Your mood swing fails to assuage
When folly in full bloom springs into action 

To boost the small ego that looms large
In response to the uncontrolled wrath
Your short fuse unleashes in a rage
Whose momentum galumphs onto the path

Littered with...

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Golden spades of lemonades
Grasp the citrus garden.
The blues of berries pardon,
And apples cave my heart in.

Trees spines of vines
Caress my soul of passion.
A splash of fine wines
Perish an everlasting fashion.

Crispy dew, the wind blew,
Fork my mind, so confined....

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Follow your heart, YOLO
Let hope be your Capella, no FOMO
When life throws lemons, which it sometimes certainly will, IMHO
Make lemonades out of it, stay positive, ?remember 3.1.3

Keep trying, put up a fight, when it gets hard,its no time for MIA
You got to dream, you got...

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"There's a river meandering through the mind."
Follow it and leave the world behind. 
Don't be in such a rush.
Hear a nightingale.  See a thrush. 
There are many things to find. 

The space inside the head is not confined.
All things are sweetly intertwined.
Sipping ice-cold lemonades,...

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I may have written this for a band to sing,
or maybe I just wrote it for me.

Maybe it’s for the kids in dirty Vans,
or those reppin’ spiked Converse hi tops.

To the ones sipping ten dollar lemonades
 in the merch line?  This is for...

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