Best Plum Poems
I had barely escaped the cat’s enormous paws
When I found myself in fairyville Santa Claus
What is this place I ventured to ask?
The answer was a surprising gasp.
Are you new? The red robin queried with dismay.
Apparently I was to be someone else that day.
I am a sugar plum elf, newly-re-assigned, I said.
So he took me to a dorm where I went to bed.
Whirling dream faeries kept me up all night
Laughing and tittering, left and right.
I put the pillow all over myself,
Now sorry I was a sugar plum elf.
Real Santa Claus never came to this part of town.
But his wife Lou did, when she was not feeling down.
They showed me how to make fabulous wooden toys,
For the giant girls, and the really giant boys.
I stayed hidden as I ran between Santa’s workshops,
Not wanting to be captured by anything that hops.
The cat is stealthily, you will be eaten, they said.
But if that was true, I would already be dead.
poet's wind - she dreams
possibilities tasted--
moonlight blows plum kiss
Plum tuckered from the Polar Express,
off the rails and despairing of goody-
goody gumdrops and sweet words
that impresses many a poetic treat.
Preparation of Victorian sweets, via PC,
dreaded, droll, glorious and interminable.
I’m laughing at you, if you try, Sugar Plum.
You’ll turn colors as a longsuffering victim.
The SP Fairy, flew through the season
of peace and joy, only her tippy toes caring.
Not a fruitcake, herself, to be busy for days,
nor fuss and layer a dobosh torte for hours.
I'm a lad, seven and ten
Don't know why I hold this pen.
I'm just a kid, caught in the middle.
Life is a maze and love's a riddle..
Cute little girls, when I do see,
I smile at them, they wink at me.
I'm a bit shy; but do say"Hi.."
To impress 'em, well I do try.
There's this cutie, who lives round the block
It is seldom, but we do talk.
She's a doll, with a zest for life-
Beauty like her,- well that ain't rife..
My heart beats fast, when her I do see,
Only god knows what she thinks of me?!
She stays with me, night and day
I don't know what else to say..
It is love- Or maybe just a phase;
But It sure is a damn good craze.
GLOSSARY :
1. lad- young boy.
2. seldom- rare.
3. zest- a feeling of enthusiasm, excitement.
4. rife - common..
- The Manoj Arora...
Plum
wings,
plucky
is the strum
of love’s afterglow
With purple locks and negligee,
angel flew to hubby under sateen satin sheets
Lavender ruffling, at the midnight hour, had couple vibing in synchronicity
sweet odours of spring
filled in the air still chilly
a wonder of life
Here...A Plum...A Peach...A Nectarine...
Here... a plum... a peach....a nectarine...
cool, soft, purple-blue,
sweet, tight-n-tart, something new,
I bite it.....mmm...
I hold it in my mouth and suck it....
until the skin of it releases its hold,
and exposes the sweet tender flesh lying underneath,
mmm... I linger there....
and just when I think it can get no better than this...
the juicy flesh dissolves in my mouth with sweet radiance,
aaahhh... down to the pit!!!
A plum... a peach... a nectarine....
fuzzy-nuzzy, sweet-to-taste,
satiny finish, perfect shape,
creased with fine curvature,
and extremely soft to the touch,
and when I take a bite...
Sheer Ecstasy!
A plum... a peach.... a nectarine...
now... this is fine skin its in!
smoother than my own,
I rub it against my cheek,
yes... cool.... a bite...
crisp...sweet....tart...
I hold my head back and laugh heartily,
as I can recall this sensational feeling from days long ago,
refreshed by water's breath,
fresh rinsed fruit....
nothing like it.
Think I'll have grapes next...
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size
doesn’t matter,
as long as its quantity
i is greater, savour its
fragrance and sweet
taste, eat the skin
and meat
without
waste
Baby girl, what you know about death? What you know is what I sold you. You bought it on your mama’s nickel. Baby girl what you know about hell? What you know is what I showed you. All pretty faces living the dream. No rhyme or reason just survival and broken smiles. When I look at you I see pure cocaine cut with broken glass ground to a fine powder, so appealing at first glance but once I consume of you, you consume me right back. Instant regret. Pale thing, bloody cough, bloody hack. Baby girl what you know about death, you let those dead boys lie in your bed? You let those devils paint pictures in your head baby girl what you know about hell is what I sold ya. Sweet misery and nightmare kisses. I think it’s safe to say I fell in love with your bone collection and jar on teeth. True infatuation. Imagination made flesh. Baby girl,….what you know about death? Kick off your shoes and rest awhile.
Plum trees by the corner,
Sole bloom of winter;
With faint fragrance
Adorning the frost.
Poem by Wang An Shi (1021-1086 )
-Chancellor of Song dynasty 1070-74/1075-76
Translation: Brian Chung
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When you go out to eat
what do you like to taste?
Polish, Italian, German, Greek, and American
or fast foods made in haste?
I get into Chinese food
from Canton Noodles to Szechuan Steak.
Dim Sum, Spring Rolls, Sweet Sour Duck and more...
Often, I won't even take a break.
Everyone has their favorite Chinese place
where the food is strange, but Oh So Good!
We often find that singular dish
that puts our taste buds in the mood.
I know of just such a place...
Where the food is served with care.
The portions are so big as well,
You'll only finish - If you dare.
Those little white cartons that you take home
are good for another meal or two.
Or if you get the munchies in the middle of the night
they are there, waiting for you.
I won't tell you the name you see
because "Each to their own" , they say.
But, if you're 50 miles northwest of Chicago,
You're going the right way.
Just a little place in a small town...
It's been around for 45 years.
But the cuisine is diverse and tasty,
Eating the chili peppers can always bring tears.
Even if you can't get out here,
I'm sure you've found one you like.
Next time you order Moo Shoo Pork,
Remember, to get to mine will be a hike.
I know I didn't give the name,
It's my little game you see...
But, I gave you a hint in the title,
If you figure it out...what a "Smartie" you will be.
Plum' out the city
And ne'ly in the woods- trees...
Wildlife and dirt roads
Christmas – Plum Cake
If you like Plum Cake
Do beware
For unripe plums
Can cause despair
Be very careful
With the flour
Sift and sift but
Don’t take an hour
Add some sugar
But do beware
Sugar is bad,
So do take care
Mix in some
Butter, this way
Use your fingers
washed today
Time to mix in
Some luscious plums,
Careful now, wash
That red tongue
Getting late now
Off to bed
Think of tomorrow’s
Christmas –
Of the Plum Cake ahead
There's one simple thing stuck in his mind,
The one thing you do every day,
When you paint an art piece hung in the Louvre,
And it's put on full public display,
Dripping of love and lust and desire,
Dripping of burgundy plum,
Your lips drip of hope half filled full of want,
And you know what it makes him become,
It turns him into a wandering fool,
He don't care if there's blue in his heart,
The only thing important to him from then on,
Is when his and your lips are apart,
This one simple thing he loves most about you,
The one thing he just can't resist,
Is the glow when you smile and lean into him,
When both of your souls meet to kiss.
This is my translation for a really old Chinese poem called ?? which literally means plum blossoms. Hope I captured the essence of this beautiful poem
Young plum blossoms slumber with snowflakes,
A lonely sight that painters despair to capture in its glory,
Scents delicate graceful,
The one of a kind,
In the wintry garden.
Such an aura of elegance was that of the plum blossoms.
They had forgotten, or had-
Never known raw bleakness of winter
Somewhere, sounded a mournful tune from a faraway flute,
I leaned in, listening.
Ah, Gentle Northern wind,
If only you had known the virtues of the plum blossoms-
How easily they break and wither,
And yet how fiercely they bloom day after day
Would you have the heart to ravage them still?