Best Ripening Poems

Miasma  Ripening
                by Odin Roark

The chaff of greed
Feeds the consumer-compost,
While urban disquietude
Marches in lockstep.

Decomposition rages…

Choked roads of sunbaked gridlock,
Spider web into house upon house,
Creating cubic-waste upon cubic-waste,
Richer,
Poorer,
Fancier,
Shittier.

Drive by Reality…

Poor...

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My love, my love, I’d love to tell
    Was just as fair as one may be
Her lovely eyes like waves that swell
    Athwart the pearl-laden sea
 
Her lips were sweet and just as lush
    As red...

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Why does come the ripe age?

To count the evils of it one by one
upon your note pad or diary page
when you are alone?

To speak ill of your younger ones
to your equals/
to find their mean-less extravagance/
to be of no use to them in their
hours of stress/
to...

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(Oregon Coast, Oct. 2015)

The Ripening of Love
(for Carol)

The balance of power
Neither winning or losing, up or down
Even, harmoniously at ease,
Contented with whatever Life brings.

(1/31/24)
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ripening corn
swaying in the breeze 
hula hula...

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May peace follow you-said the half naked lady that breathed life into the night

Return the calm you took from me, fair lady of the sky

Every night I see you-
Just as I saw you with my lover,
And just as I saw you with my grief
Become new...

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You were picked straight from the stem—
a fruit fresh atop the bowl of offerings,
something that must be
fleece laid over blade.
Not taken, but accepted.
Not bitten, but cradled.

And still, I would let you be
the spiked fruit between my teeth—
If you asked.
If not to taste your sweet,
then to...

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                 Early Summer Hiku 23

r -i -p e -n -I -n –g   cherries

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