Best Plums Poems

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when the world had no headsets
the sunbathing crowd
fell asleep to the sounds of
transistors played loud
while the deckchairs and windbreaks
kites, beach balls and more
formed the stripes,...

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I thrive for summer, dancing free
        yet, when autumn breathes a sigh
      ...

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'Twas the night before Christmas
when I and my groom
finally found a motel 
but with just one room.

My groom was in the bathroom -
leaving me alone-
so...

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This is written in acknowledgement to the lovely sweet men and wonderful Poets on Poetry Soup who have supported and encouraged me since I first...

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Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun,

hidden behind the pale white summer flowers,

up in that old basswood tree out back

Splish splash splish 

 sounds of...

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REAPING AND RELISHING SAPODILLA PLUMS

Reaching out towards freshness all ripened,
Holding onto huge branches hovering high,
Not bothered about tan getting deepened,
I hand pluck lush naseberries straight...

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Her lust for you is fierce.
She spreads it out before you
as if it were a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
of caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus...

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skies of rainbow blue as ocean moves
girl’s sassy swirls of soft tangled hair,
where pearls would dare clasp its curls

glow in her eyes special gentle blue
waves...

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Last eve's sunset wowed
for it held a million hues
as night stood waiting.
Reds and plums, hailed fading blues
Orange and pink spread the news.

I took a photo
of...

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My dearest love oft' pledged her soul,
          For life, though life then took its toll,
 ...

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Daughter

Your face mirrors mine,
As mine does my mothers.

Your smile is a smirk
That  quickly explodes
Into sublime lightness.

Your skin has a blush
As does plums true wine,
When...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part Two

This is quite despicable and very inappropriate for someone holding the 
“Highest Office in Our Land.”...

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It's harvest time and that means we
Are picking all the fruit we see
To bake into our luscious pies.
Each steaming crust hides a surprise.

For pies we've...

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Suzanne in the Clouds


I am here, way up here
At peace and flying free
Dancing with angels
Singing with the accompaniment of violins and harps
Choirs here abound, such...

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smoke billowed from her boiling pot
a spell for ages she had sought
a special treat
for kids to eat
some pickled plums so teeth won't rot

but children laughed...

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