Best Mulberries Poems

A timed lesson in diameter of dialogue is akin to eating a vast amount of bean. But buttering a heron should never really be performed...

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It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from...

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In the pale sunshine of a springtime morn,
As fresh as the dawn before it was born,
Such creamy clouds, grace a deep blue sky,
After the midnight...

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Gone are the summer wildflowers
those many, subtle scented breaths
that once allured nectar seekers
and me to their wild colonies.
But now those lifeless peduncles
that once bore inflorescent...

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Many memories of my mother
making moist mellow macaroons 
marshmallows and Madeira cake,
minuscule madeleines, marvellous,
mum measures, marinates, melts,
more majestic meals.
My matriarch makes,
marmalade,
marzipan,
muffins,
mincemeat,
meringue.
mousse.
My meritorious mom mixes, merges,...

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The skies are deepest plum,
And the sun's like a cherry,
The dark mysteries beckon,
And birds are in mulberries!
Peach roses soft and creamy,
In rich shadows gone dreamy.


Written...

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Sponsor: Julia Ward


Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
   where fruit bears life whispering to the breeze,
   ...

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Blackberries, blackberries, what’s the big deal?
They’ve too many seeds, and they give me no thrill.
They’re actually tart and they’re only sweet when
placed into a pie....

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Brother and I borrowed a ride.
Upon a hay baler machine.
We balance ourselves with iridescent eyes,
On fresh cut blocks of green.
Three by three the layers are...

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Is it the early morn in a yellow field of corn,
Or could it be flowers with strange powers,
Or a stroll on a donkey chomping a...

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Grandma’s Old Oak tree

No backyard trees do I remember,
Tho cottonwood and mulberries lined street and walk,
So for this purpose one I’ll adopt one from
Grandma’s backyard...

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A little piece of Heaven
Just like in my dreams
Just as I remembered
In shades of blue and green
Blue sky, honeysuckle summer 
Green green grass of home
Hurley...

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DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES 

Meandering through the garden of pleasantries,
did you sense, the breathless pant of trees,
or hear, the violin seduction, of...

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In deepest wood
  A home once stood
Roses bloom by chimney fall
       An old stone wall
Lines remnant trail
Gives heed...

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For my water god I entered the wetlands.
Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent.

The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave
I lift the burden...

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