Best Pear Shaped Poems
A clenching of our hands,
A clinging of our bands.
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,
Allow my capability to disarm your fragility.
Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation,
You adorn your shield-maiden attire,
Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire.
Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by stitch,
Disarming that body metal.
Steel-clad discarded,
Billowing towards her pear-shaped derriere.
Lifting you off your feet,
Give me the sweet treasures I wish to taste—
The nectar of vanilla.
Lay back as I extract
Bridled years of frustration.
Call me your salvation,
Made anew,
Basking in the afterglow of you.
Life is a bastard son, prodding the fertile horizon
poking into places tender, tearing the expanse of dawn
he taunts, rude and bellicose, so full of himself
spewing into the weakest streams, a wet dream.
With platitudes he prances, son of a fearsome father
promising eternity, singing a lover's song of praise.
Light bearer, holder of the golden scalpel, night cutter
leaving glare where softness once held sway.
May the abyss, the gentle dark, the yin forgive you..son.
From the pear-shaped loins of sister Eve, you have burst
washed in the waters of she, a caul of white adorned,
pray, stay your hand, do not bludgeon your better half.
Existence, endless, fleeting, meld and join this randy pair
for universes swing between this bastard and his dreams.
Dedicated to my muse Brenda Atry
please read her "Black Diamond Night"
I stand here beneath a beautiful fig tree, all filled with it's tiny flower blooms. I am looking for it's luscious fruit, the delicious pear-shaped fruit upon her branches. Ready to pick makes my mouth water, I cannot wait to eat. I love her figs cooked with meat, jam on warm toast is just a treat. Fig honey, is truly heavenly. Now for it's large leaves with three to five lobes, I want to make a fig dress for me to wear.
Date Written:3/28/2022
Just another caterpillar afternoon,
inching along lazily;
Skin feeling how faint the prairie wind blow,
time no longer telling you
how slow the summer grass grow
So you take another sip of blackberry boredom Bordeaux,
as the sun and your insides warm you
Pear-shaped tears now fully ripe,
puts you in the mood for some mellow regret ...
Got no kids,
got no wife
So you just take another sip
from a nearly empty bottle life
You spilt a lot of your fine good wine long ago;
wasted a lot of your youthful years
running in and out of bars, jails and bordellos
All of your acquaintances are people you barely know,
and your most fond, intimate memories
comes from a radio
So you go give yourself one last toast
from that almost empty bottle ...
Now you’re about ready to close your eyes,
and dream of another lazy, morning sunrise
Sadly, you got nobody around to give cheers
to your empty bottle life
This poem was inspired from a poem titled "Only A Game"
by the talented poet, Phil Capitano
I have a tap that drips
Drop after languid drop, they slowly form, pear-shaped pearls
Reflecting light, rainbows, a fluid diamond
Then gravity, they fall, only to explode to a myriad of ripples
Liquid slivers that pour, jump and settle
Breaking the surface, spreading, traveling
They reach an edge, come softly back
Momentum lost
Until they vanish beneath the returned calm surface
1997
COMPANION POEM TO :
ODE TO MYRRH TREE
So Myrrh stood in centre of desert
wild winds through branches delivering untruths plaited with sorrow
dust particles choking cacti
scatterings of sparse rain made
no patter ~
silence w a i t i n g
white became her trunk scrubbed with
daunting sunrays through sluggish day
undulating endless sand dunes …
panted
time miracle-less, no veils shielded
raw core, passive ~
lizards l o u n g e d
odourless her branches lost seduction
no oily lubricants for pear-shaped flesh
brittle bark snapped in lost loneliness
beauty a faded glory buried
d e e p
beetles spent by breeding atop
harsh grit of ancient desert f o s s i l i s e d
mystical myrrh magic was no more
her stump dissipating into fragments
sore
breathless desert discerned, exhausted
camels, lashes threadbare, kneeled surrender
tongues brittle papyrus into electrons
lips parched ~
lines of m e l a n c h o l y
Tree of kings, empresses and prophets !
where have colourful canvassed tents in
sandstorms gone with patterned serpents curling to tunes of alluring pipes,
smoke honey eyes, when limbs twined warm ~
sensual t o g e t h e r
the All-Embracing laments
languid
across desert’s fierce micro flames
sweat dripping ~ His amber inlays
melting into black beads
disappearing
soundless screams ache
starving l o n g i n g
ages of loveless waiting
what is beauty but terror flipped ?
wrinkles speak of struggle and beasts
time tightening grip across
opEN
s p a c e
scent slipping ashen dregs
as desert creatures cackled an end
stars dripping crystalline sorrow
myrrh momentarily disappeared …
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Published: Edge of Humanity Magazine:
June 26
Placed : 5th Premier Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand
April 26
Camiguin is a pear-shaped island
Lies northern tip of Mindanao
Second smallest island in the Philippines
Smallest province in Northern Mindanao.
Camiguin is rich of natural attractions
Waterfalls, hot and cold springs
Evergreen forest fringed with sandy beach
Truly a place to convene with nature.
Oh how I love Camiguin
A place of safety or refuge
It is where my parents met and made
Eight children. True love that 'till now they have displayed.
04-16-2014
La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?
Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl
hanging gayly on enchantress Elizabeth Taylor's chest,
or because you belonged to English royalties ,and held by Buonaparte' hands,
Nor because you were presented by king Philip of Spain to bloody Mary
as a token of his never-ending love .I pick you because indeed you wandered from afar.
You were the fortune of an African slave.,where He found you five hundred years ago
in the coast of the isle of Santa Margarita, Spain.
He bartered freedom in exchange. That makes you indeed a gem,
A treasure trove in an oyster-shell. Its you I'd love to own
Not for your natural nacre colour, nor the chatoyant luster or your size,
But for being the reward, to a man who worked fingers to bone
just to have his freedom back, and be the master of his life.
Freedom- May we always cherish it.
For Carolyn Devonshire's contest
(A Gem For Your Verse )
This darn belly fat came out of nowhere
I swear that yesterday it wasn't there
I'm so freaking mad
Need a doughnut bad
Can't stand that I look like a fricken pear...
Show Me The Funny contest...
The Creator designed some mighty ridiculous looking creatures.
Among them are the kangaroos with some very curious features!
One of them is its massive tail that balances its pear-shaped frame.
But I suppose 'tis that ponderous pouch that really gives it fame!
With its hind legs it kicks like a mule much like that of rabbits.
(Oft I've pondered - does it exhibit the rabbits's prolific habits?)
Kangaroos don't pollute the atmosphere due to its virtual absence,
(Unlike that well-known curse of cattle) of bloated bowels of flatulence!
Little joeys lounge about in the pouch like an extra piece of luggage.
(I assume should she be blessed with triplets there'd be ample storage!)
Down Under is famous for its G'days, boomerangs and Steve Irwin's zoos,
But we're probably more familiar with those ungainly, cantankerous kangaroos!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 7 in Nikko's "Yay for "K" Contest - October 2010
I acknowledge my exotic beauty (blushing)
and oozes with bygone history
all the way back to Jeriko
An ancient symbol of lack of faith
Taste my sweet pear-shaped fruits
Cheese and my red-blue figs, tastes dandy
I thrive best in warm latitudes
Sun and heat don't worry me
just bring me some water occasionally
Deep inside the fruit, I have hidden my flower
Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky
A wisp of a feather cloud faintly visible is the only cloud to be seen
Powder blue gently blends to light blue on the dark blue sea horizon
The waves higher in longer intervals make a distinct crashing sound
Dispersing into a frothy fringe reflecting blue sky in the wet brown sand
Leaving trails of bubble foam shimmering and glittering with the sun.
Inhaling the smell of fish salty air a fisherman walks by with a bag of fish.
Pear-shaped loofah Moist lettuce green seaweed Big leopard jelly slugs
Long brown seagrass fingernail seashells and yellow noodle seaweed
The light breeze causing the sea to shiver and shimmer with the sunlight
Hoofprints in the sand show two horses, one huge clydsdale horseshoe
The second a smaller hoof-print, they had a gallop and a beach gathering
And there is a new type of seabird to grace our shores, a diving aquabird.
Another huge kite is raised from the beach by the jeep in the far distance
It looks like a figure with a fishtail..a mermaid perhaps holding something
Walking towards the giant floating artwork it becomes clearer the figure
Is a muscley Merman with gray hair and beard holding a flowing sword
Today is a warm calm sunny gentle Winters day at the local beach.
Aquamarine blends into tuquoise then turns deep blue ultramarine.
The gently lapping sea fades into a misty purple hue on the horizon.
The waves yawn gently in long intervals ...lazily rising in anticipation...
softly frothing and sloshing onto a warm shell studded low tide shore.
A new variety of sea sponge is found ...light , wiry and pear shaped.
A fox terrier is rolling on its back in its own world for quite some time.
A woman on the beach smiles noticing its rolling in something smelly.
"Oh dont worry its probably a sea sponge"...Alas it was a dead squid!
The sun's reflection echos a brilliant silver on its purifying fluid surface.....
A man with a solid black dog walks briskly along the waters edge..
The fox terrier approaches them......the black dog cowers unmoving.
Focus released it eventually runs to its owner some distance away.
They say that South Australian beaches are the prettiest in the world.
Today thousands of small sea birds are swimming on its deep blue waters
A wild-life photographer is spotted with a massive lens down the beach.
Where have all these birds migrated from and why are they swarming so?
A local seagull soon provides the answer with a silver pilchard prize catch
flipping the sliver of a fish over until it finally disappears into its red beak.
In 1492 a beast named Columbus sailed the seas,
Arrived in America to spread Christianity and deadly disease.
Skilled sailor and a monstrous crusader,
Talented navigator but a heartless invader.
When he sailed the ocean blue with his crew he didn’t have a clue,
Claimed earth was pear shaped, yes that fact is true.
What about his bloody reign of terror, a legacy so unspeakably cruel,
They need to teach that to all the children in school.
History heavily edited, kids fed false information,
The truth is that gold was Chris’s motivation.
Learn real history about how slaves were taken back to Spain,
Hispanics are not Spanish, do I really need to explain?
His crimes are chilling, how can anybody admire this villain?
And celebrating Columbus Day mystifies me, it just glorifies killing.
Honouring the father of the transatlantic slave trade and his barbaric crusade,
Costing the tax payers millions of dollars each year for a silly parade.
The first American terrorist, a criminal racist, what more can I say?
Stop glorifying this monster, abolish Columbus Day.
Santa Clauses were to be molten and reshaped into Holy Cross bunnies
on a mega 3D printer but then the app somehow went wrong
Chocolate trickled and trifled and mixed with fake season’s greetings
King Kong and Godzilla leaped off the assembly line with
Witches on lolly pop brooms and then the whole show went viral
Mephistopheles aliens with marshmallow ears danced merrily
Suddenly truffle snakes in seductive icing sugar bikinis tested tempted
cotton sugar candy apples as big as paradise vowed and allowed
They all swirled swished and tumbled to cacophonous tunes that had
to be labelled as retro and neo-modern-classical rap-sorties
At the exit of malfunctioning malls the Easter display went a tad pear-shaped
as soon as the rabbits slipped out of their hats and mounted the chickens
The mistress and master of ceremonial clangour had at problem at hand
and some egg on their faces thus they squirted and squinted
They pondered and squandered with no solution untouched for the task
how to make more profits and be politically correct just the same
‘Megalomania’ and ‘Mega-High-Money’ the respective CEO’s of ‘Turn water into
wine’ and the start-up ‘Chocolate Merry Go Round for the Soul’
Could not fail in this venture as not to have their heathen bonuses
dissolved into cocoa mousse splash
After meetings and brain storms pilot studies and polls they decided to craft
a whole new religion (the Independent Unseasonal Reformed Epiphanists)
Fortunately the United Philistines of Consumption were too busy to notice that
the newly created faithful were simply rehashing an old dogma of money
What a shame that those lovely chocolate coins have gone out of fashion and
That Buddhists would not want their spiritual model to melt under the fig tree
09th April 2018 Written for the contest Easter 2018