Best Ripe Poems

your presence is:
sweeter than a ripe mango
filling to the soul

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/12/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
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Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet...

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I popped my cherry
innocence...
a thing of the past

Inspired by Andrea's contest
6th August 2015...

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Autumn's arrival, ushering once more a door His harvest moon ? Dressed of pure..
Gold honourable's daughter her queen from Ophir virgins these, companions; entering
The King's palace glorious ? Arrayed be beauty their children; ten billion stars as she sings
Rejoiced true hearts love's patriarch; timbrels and...

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This morning's succulent pregnancy
holds infinite possibilities of a 5 am kind--
ones that tickle the fancy
before ten thousand thoughts rush in.

Be embraced by the unspeakable
that tells all, says all, and more.

Be held in a thimble, completely full,
yet, never runs dry;
heavy, yet light to bear;
gold-embossed,
as grace's sweet...

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A chill of Autumn in the air
and spider’s webs are everywhere
these delicate exquisite works of art
such beauty and joy fills my heart

Old Man’s beard has just appeared
weaving its way through blackberry bushes
loved that name when I was small
     to touch ~...

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on the feeble stalks
ripe Okra swings steadily-- 
a farmer sings...

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Ripe Mangos

overripe mangos 
falling from a pregnant tree-
worms ready for feast ...

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At the ripe old age of three,                                            my small heart was breaking.                         ...

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How far from nature and life it is
the gray clouds, airplanes in them
the night cooing and pigeons roosting
Sirma's garden gone to roses and seed

                        That airplane overhead!
                        pointing the way
                        pointing to war

War being an aggravated condition of what
we already know

                        Flowering beneath the noise
                        of yet another jet passing...

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Walked out on my sidewalk to the mailbox,
on top of the box was a pair of socks,
I said as I scratched my head,
"Who would leave such socks of red?"
Neighbor's wife replied, "Nude gardening rocks!"...

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Humanity is desperate for a taker
The archaic foundation is shaken and
Bitter worms are writhing from among the cracks
like a slow nightmare to overtake
mom's apple pie
Nature responding reaches its arms
to its Maker
With a plea traveling on stale wind
come back in this dark hour and see
the need...

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A man walks into a room to smell the wallflowers
to find their petals plucked
Perplexed at first, he grimaces then glowers
Some people have all the luck
The sweet yet fetid smell of nearly rotten fruit
in a dank and dark corner
Wafts in the air like muffled notes of...

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life's meager, bottled
thrust of water opens lid,
moist earth ripens...

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A day’s routine so easily holds me captive.
I confess to mindless, museless departures,
Brainless unpoetic habits so unreflective,
That I cannot dwell in momentary textures. 

But January ripens oranges on my neighbor’s tree,
Marking spring’s beginning in California.
Midwestern groomed; such play awakens me.
Fat, lush oranges tumble all over...

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