Best Nectarines Poems
I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your forehead?
They were happy to see for the first time
behind glass window,
between speaker box voices --
unopened package,
untouched collector’s item,
you shiny new contraption,
star of the play,
hero of the hour,
flavor of the season.
Seed of your father,
soil of your mother.
Fruit of love,
fruit of conflict.
Decision’s aftermath,
delusion’s consequence,
Are you accident,
intention,
problem,
solution?
Bough in the river,
wrenched in the current.
Hand reaching for hand,
hand holding your own.
Bedlam baby with the guilty smile
do you remember
how you would not fracture the mullioned frame,
how you could not shatter porcelain,
or how you hid in changing alleys?
I will save you
you will save me.
My hand in yours.
I am the boat
you are the journey.
Categories:
nectarines, childhood, life, nostalgia, time,
Form:
Free verse
I am the wind
beneath the
sparrows wings
as it heavenly sings.
I am the single rose
sitting in a barren land.
I am the the lions voice,
and the partridge voice as they
rejoice.
I am the beam of light
penetrating the vastness
of the worlds darkness.
The secret power is
no secret,the secret
power is me.
I am the secret power revealed
and concealed in greatness.
I am the suns majestic flames.
The clarity of rain drops,
the zest ,to the minds
bland thoughts of boredom.
I am entertainment.
I am the wood pecker,
soaring steadily in the
balmy winds picking at success.
I am the eagles soaring over
sweet allysum, capturing the sent.
Stupendous I am,
Preening my mind with knowledge,
a pen rigged with wisdom,
wisdom speaks beyond paper
as it leaks from the pore of my quill.
I am the potion full of devotion.
My pen rigged with morphine,
killing I hope the pain of my readers
with poems.
You are no longer lugubrious,
lugubrious you are not.
Healed and fixed upon the first dosage.
I am ,I am ,
I am the poetic doctor,wooing medicine
from the green pastures,
to robe my pen with healing secrets.
I am the nectarines of peach orchards
basting the mouth of pages with sweet words.
Sweet splash sweet splash. I am the sweet taste.
I am the revival of a sun baked raisin, the
revival to a corps laying beneath circling
vultures of the Arabian dessert.
I am the fragments of light circling your heart,a campfire,
the supplier of its poetic aspire.
I am the fridge for poetic dreams,
preventing from expire, raising
heat of poetry soup higher and higher.
Ill never retire until my face
wrinkled and my hair grey wire.
My pen aiming for a writing desire.
On icy roads I keep traction with
hot ink and mental snow tires.
I am a poet wrobed with
creative ink and sapphire.
I am safe gaurding the gates
of a dying world of poetry.
looked upon as a fool why should I stop,
because kids from high school saide iam not cool,
what is their some rule that makes it uncool.
It must be april fools ,safe guarding
your desire is a golden rule.
I am the hope, iam poetrys stool fueling
it with my hand tool full of ink iam the talisman of poetrys gates.
I know who I am and this inspires ME!!!
By: Elliott Bowe
Inspirational Contest
Sponsor:Gail Doyle
Categories:
nectarines, caregiving, faith, inspirational, passion,
Form:
Free verse
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Tending to my fruit stand,
another lonely day
Hoping for a customer
to happen ‘long the way
When then I saw approaching
a funny colored van
It pulled off on the shoulder,
I wondered of its plan
The back doors slowly opened
and there before my eyes
Stood a gorgeous woman
beneath these sunny skies
Her eyes were soft and sable
with hair a darker hue
She smiled and said hello to me
I said, “How do you do?”
She stood before my table,
I couldn’t help but stare
First she touched an apple,
then she touched a pear
Suddenly she shouted,
for now her hand did reach
Excitedly she questioned
“Please may I have a peach?”
All I could do was stutter,
as I could barely breathe
She took a bite and then exclaimed
“The sweetest I believe”
Then she grabbed a couple,
and walking to her van
Sat upon the rear end sill,
then patted with her hand
I stumbled there to join her,
she handed one to me
“I just adore your peaches”
“Yes ma’am, that I can see”
I sat there with her eating
and maybe I am dumb
But juice was dripping from her lip,
I brushed it with my thumb
This seemed to make her happy,
her beauty such a view
Then I could not believe my ears,
She asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Well, forget what I said earlier
the “dumb” part wasn’t right
I pressed my lips against hers
and held them there real tight
They were sweet and sticky,
delicious like the fruit
Then we separated,
she grinned and said, “You’re cute”
“I really think I love you
and will forever true”
I felt my heart just skip a beat,
“Yes ma’am, I love you too”
“I just adore your peaches,
they’re the best in all the land”
We kissed again, this time good bye,
she climbed into her van
I watched as she departed,
standing on the curb
Thinking of her kisses
and the last thing that I heard
Then felt kind of lousy
this pristine summer day
Not for what had happened,
but what I did not say
I didn’t have the heart to tell
this woman of my dreams
The fruits this day that she enjoyed
were really nectarines
Categories:
nectarines, happy, imagination, love, ,
Form:
Rhyme
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
orb on the windowsill.
Two days later I tenderly lift it
and gently squeeze its warmth before
I wash it.
Biting into it...
the sweet liquid is Ambrosia.
The juice runs down my chin onto
my tee.
I greedily suck the peach’s flesh dry.
I daydream as I munch.
Peach cobbler, peach pie with a lattice crust,
peach shortcake, peach muffins,
stewed peaches, peach tea bread,
slices on your cereal, slices in a bowl with cream.
OR...only for dessert?
How would a
chicken breast soaked in a peach marinade taste?
My taste buds begin chattering.
Summer’s here!
corn on the cob, okra, tomatoes:
small ones that pop in your mouth
and big beefy wedges that
garnish crisp celery slices, carrot medallions,
tender Bibb lettuce, sliced mushrooms, cucumbers,
asparagus, broccoli, Vidalia onions, cauliflower...
Watermelon, blueberries, cantaloupe,
strawberries, honeydews, raspberries...
Juicy hot dogs, spicy barbecue, thick charbroiled hamburgers,
hot German potato salad, 3-bean salad, macaroni salad,
potato chips and French onion soup dip,
soft pretzels dipped in brown mustard, popcorn...
chocolate chip cookies, Snickerdoodles,
strawberry shortcake,
chocolate cake with red, white and blue frosting for the 4th,
apple pie
— softball, Mom, doggies —
I awake with a start. There is drool
on my pillow.
Another day begins but it’s really
not another day.
It’s the same day I’ve been living
since 1 May 2017 ~
The day I let the dentist pull
out the last 5 teeth I had
in my lower jaw.
And as I come to consciousness
my tongue pushes
against and spills out over the
the soft toothless tissue that burns constantly
and is covered in a thick gooey saliva ~ place a
teaspoon of Elmer's
glue in your mouth ~ if
you care to have a taste
of my reality.
Summer’s here.
Clear your palate.
Clean your plate.
Barbara Dickenson
1 May 2018
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Categories:
nectarines, anniversary, body, change, courage,
Form:
Bio
Summer dances in the hills
dressed in colors of the fields
golden braids sunlit skin
velvet gown aquamarine
veil of flowers lilac pink
saffron diamonds ruby ring
on her hair a crown of green
with cerulean sparkling beads
chartreuse shoes, coral lips
rose fragrant lily mix
skipping dancing with the wind
in her arms a basket fill
guavas lemons nectarines
watermelons cherries figs
poppy flowers golden wheat
chasing crickets bumble bees
till the leaves festive green
turn to golden fallen tears
then twirling waves goodbye
colors mist rise and vanish
with a wink return a smile.
Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand-No 1291-3/3/24
Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand Premiere No 1202-3/25/23.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-3/6/21
Categories:
nectarines, summer,
Form:
Lyric
When you have a desire
for something,
You have an intense craving
that just won’t quit.
For some people
it’s called a Nicotine Fit.
Desperate people will check
the ashtrays
Before they ask…
Can I get a cigarette?
They crave and enjoy the pleasure,
that first satisfying drag.
Moving their arm in that wonderful
back & forth motion.
Those of you who crave,
already know it’s no joke,
You want that morning fix.
Most of you know
what I mean…
You’re addicted and need
that daily cup of caffeine.
We all play the game,
It’s a cup of Coffee
by another name.
Java has that smooth taste
You don’t want to waste,
to start your day,
You desire and enjoy that
first satisfying sip,
keeping you in stride,
And some bring cigarettes along
for the ride.
As Java goes down your throat.
Some grab the car keys
and others grab the TV remote.
Now, one of the sweeter things in life,
Like when a man takes a wife.
A craving that has both
Men and women
going out of their way.
For something chocolate
to make their day.
Some say it taste like sex,
And if it does,
then I’ve been eating
the wrong chocolate.
Now on their exciting
European honeymoon,
Traveling by Train.
33 countries one rail pass.
Something they both crave,
To see each other,
As they see the world.
And then there are cravings
that ladies have had,
it’s not that bad.
They delightfully suffer
when life is about to
make them a mother.
When a little one is on their way.
Being pregnant comes with a
wish for a short and painless delivery day.
But before that day,
Cravings are cravings,
Like liver and onions with cheese
and red grapes.
Like Crab legs you can’t seem
to get enough of.
Like Apple sauce with ketchup,
Cucumbers with Pepper and vinegar.
Like Argo cornstarch
Strait out of the box with a spoon.
Like Green grapes and Nectarines.
Tacos and nachos,
need I say more,
People have cravings
of all kinds…
What’s yours?
Categories:
nectarines, character, community, destiny, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
haven of flowers
gyrates through a bee’s travel
nectarines reward
the fertile dance of bloom’s life…
weaving sweet nature’s puzzle.
.............
Contest: Life Is A Puzzle
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
12/25/2015
Categories:
nectarines, creation, flower, insect,
Form:
Tanka
Abundant apples
Bountiful berries
Cool Cucumbers
Dainty dandelions
Energetic egrets
Fragrant flowers
Gratifying greens
Harvested hay
Infinite iguanas
Jumping juniper
Kicking kernels
Lovely lavender
Marvelous maples
Never-ending Nectarines
Opulent opals
Patient penguins
Quaint quail
Rambunctious Ravens
Sanctimonious Swallows
Tenacious Turtles
Unique Unicorns
Voracious Vermin
Wacky Walruses
Xenobiotic Xylem
Yammering Yak
Zippy Zebra
Categories:
nectarines, nature
Form:
ABC
On a hike one day, I came upon a wild orchard,
ripe with lush fruit and I thought it was a mirage;
green apples, oranges, peaches and pears,
all grew in this fantastic place;
nectarines, plums, cherries and blueberries,
invited me to l i n g e r for awhile;
calmness settled all around . . .
Fertilized by nature and unrestrained,
ripe and d r i p p i n g with sweetness;
utopia was mine as I gathered,
it would be a shame not to taste the fruit;
till I was full I ate the sweetness,
strange, I fell asleep- awoke and it was gone.
_________________________
August 15, 2016
Acrostic
Submitted to the contest, Orchard Fantasy
sponsor, Julia Ward
Categories:
nectarines, fruit, garden,
Form:
Acrostic
Picking apples near some African roads,
If South Africa is called today beautiful flowers
and sweet fruits , it cannot astonish many folks.
Yes , beautiful flowers and sweet fruits
Yes, one of African countries with more handsome
men and beautiful women of different colours
and good shapes.
Those who visited the rainbow nation
2010 World cup , they did not think to be in Africa
when they handed at O.R.TAMBO international airport.
South Africa is a good destination for millions folks
due to good weather, fauna , flora and progress.
Picking apples near African roads,
As we were going to cape town stellenborsh suburbs,
we saw many people picking apples , oranges,
nectarines, peaches,plums, strawbarries, raspberries,
quinces, apricots , pears and grapes
I believe,
reason why South African farmers
are among the best World fruits exporters.
If you wish to always eat cheap fresh sweet fruits.
Visit South Africa once,
May be it will turn to twice.
One of the African good destinations to invest
Without stress as the bank system is the best.
Picking apples near some African roads
Don't astonish to see some people picking apples
And others selling them at some long distance
Fee ways tollgates to help some drivers.
Categories:
nectarines, africa, encouraging, fruit,
Form:
Free verse
Whenever I am reorganizing and freeing up space in the garage, it's always just a matter of time before she'll come calling.
Or I'm on the computer writing or catching up on the news, it never fails that an urgent honey do was just about due.
She's been visiting relatives for the last two weeks. She's got two more weeks before she returns home to me.
More than expected, I felt her absence the very first week. Several times I have caught myself waiting to be interrupted.
Often I've had to readjust or reprogram my mind; "Home alone". I say to myself, "Oh wow, she's not here", and resume my activity.
In 45 years of marriage, we have never been separated this long. Realistically, for the first time, I am missing her in a whole new way.
In 45 years, I've never missed her this long, this much, this way. I'm niether bored nor lonely, because I always have plenty to do.
I have been gathering and eatting more tomatoes since she's been gone.
I suspect I'll be eatting crowder peas and zucchini before she gets home.
I wish she could have seen me gathering peaches and nectarines today.
I can't deny; I've eatten more ice cream than I should; but I'm not all bad.
Why, a couple of days ago, I made a very tasty peach/nectarine smoothie. I must confess; I just have to say; I kid you not; and believe me when I say.
I will welcome her return and not be sad when things return to normal. But I'm 'tickled pink' that since she's been gone, the phone hardly rings anymore!!
72717FBPS
Categories:
nectarines, absence, funny, garden, husband,
Form:
Couplet
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Tending to my fruit stand,
another lonely day
Hoping for a customer
to happen ‘long the way
When then I saw approaching
a funny colored van
It pulled off on the shoulder,
I wondered of its plan
The back doors slowly opened
and there before my eyes
Stood a gorgeous woman
beneath these sunny skies
Her eyes were soft and sable
with hair a darker hue
She smiled and said hello to me
I said, “How do you do?”
She stood before my table,
I couldn’t help but stare
First she touched an apple,
then she touched a pear
Suddenly she shouted,
for now her hand did reach
Excitedly she questioned
“Please may I have a peach?”
All I could do was stutter,
as I could barely breathe
She took a bite and then exclaimed
“The sweetest I believe”
Then she grabbed a couple,
and walking to her van
Sat upon the rear end sill,
then patted with her hand
I stumbled there to join her,
she handed one to me
“I just adore your peaches”
“Yes ma’am, that I can see”
I sat there with her eating
and maybe I am dumb
But juice was dripping from her lip,
I brushed it with my thumb
This seemed to make her happy,
her beauty such a view
Then I could not believe my ears,
She asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Well, forget what I said earlier
the “dumb” part wasn’t right
I pressed my lips against hers
and held them there real tight
They were sweet and sticky,
delicious like the fruit
Then we separated,
she grinned and said, “You’re cute”
“I really think I love you
and will forever true”
I felt my heart just skip a beat,
“Yes ma’am, I love you too”
“I just adore your peaches,
they’re the best in all the land”
We kissed again, this time good bye,
she climbed into her van
I watched as she departed,
standing on the curb
Thinking of her kisses
and the last thing that I heard
Then felt kind of lousy
this pristine summer day
Not for what had happened,
but what I did not say
I didn’t have the heart to tell
this woman of my dreams
The fruits this day that she enjoyed
were really nectarines
Originally posted in 2016. Re-posting this because I like it. : ) I hope you do too.
Categories:
nectarines, fruit, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
( SUMMER )
Summer is warm and full of life
The birds are singing
The butterflies are dancing
The flowers are talking
The wind is gently blowing
The skies are blue
People are playing
The smell of honeysuckles
is in the air
Boats are floating
Fish are jumping
Kids are splashing
Bees are buzzing for nectarines
The days are longer
The nights are shorter
Summer it is full of life!
(c) Jasmine Paul 11-18-2014
Categories:
nectarines, nature, summer,
Form:
Free verse
First Line Prompt Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
where fruit bears life whispering to the breeze,
seedlings turn into roots and roots start to sow,
where caution flies between the pomegranate trees.
Outside the city where the nectarines grow,
where sweet lips pucker with such fine ease,
abundance that trickles sugar with winds that blow,
where laughter flies between the nectarine trees.
Outside the city where the mulberries grow,
where grandma makes pies and pleasing memories,
there’s nothing like grandpas face aglow,
where bickering flies between the mulberry trees.
Oh, may fruit bring essence to the lovers that flow,
where the warmth of love breaks through any freeze,
there’s nothing our affection will ever outgrow,
where devotion flies between two family trees.
Date Written: April 30, 2016
Categories:
nectarines, family, fruit, nature,
Form:
Lyric
Saturday Farmers’ Market
Here’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market:
shoppers all ages, clothing, and races,
parents push bundled babies in strollers,
children dash eagerly through the crowd.
Others meander to and fro, seeking
new food and old faces they know.
At the top are the hucksters and politicians
handing out stickers, buttons, petitions.
There’s music: guitars, banjos, accordions,
fiddlers, and a guy playing a digeridoo.
There’s lines for coffee, authentic Peruvian;
for fresh-baked bread: ciabatta, focaccia;
for pasta: fettuccini, tagliatelle, agnolotti, maccheroni,
chitarra; for cheese: Locarno, cheddar, gouda, and brie.
There’s heirloom tomatoes, bok choy, lettuce, kale,
Swiss chard, Satsuma mandarins, Fuyu persimmons,
just-ripened peaches, nectarines, pears,
fresh strawberries, blueberries, plums,
just-caught mackerel, salmon, sole,
a homeless guy peddling his Sparechanger rag.
There’s just-caught mackerel, salmon, sole,
fresh strawberries, blueberries, plums,
just-ripened peaches, nectarines, pears,
Swiss chard, satsuma oranges, and fuyu persimmons.
There’s heirloom tomatoes, bok choy, lettuce, kale;
cheese: locarno, cheddar, gouda, brie;
pasta: fettuccini, tagliatelle, agnolotti, maccheroni, chitarra;
and fresh-baked bread: ciabatta, focaccia.
There’s lines for coffee, authentic Peruvian,
and music: fiddlers, a guy playing a digeridoo,
guitar, banjo, and accordion players.
At the top, handing out stickers, buttons,
petitions are hucksters and politicians.
Seeking new food and old faces they know
are others meandering to and fro.
Children dash eagerly through the crowd, their
parents push bundled babies in strollers.
With shoppers all ages, clothing, and races,
that’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market.
Categories:
nectarines, children, community, confusion, family,
Form: