Best Ripest Poems
Raspberry Kisses
Silent kisses throughout the air.
Just like the wild raspberry affair.
Nowhere to know how,
Can they be found!
Now they are here,
Only to me you appear,
Fragrantly simple and sweet,
From your head to your feet,
Melts-in-your-mouth, easy to eat!
With an imperceptible sharp overtone,
Your lip texture finer than a rose,
A kiss, so edible it carries its own light juicy moan.
Delicious, I want to own them with an unlimited supply.
The greatest refined assortments, of every flavor of berry divine.
Delicately designed with a deep inner core,
"Cumulative kisses," wait to be explored.
Small cascading pods, contain the best forever after taste.
Exceeding saliva fills the hollow root in my cavity base.
Walking with kisses, which belong to the sun?
Your berry-fine sensation, lips of relaxation invade the method in my meditation.
The inner peace of you, lands in the most tranquil way.
My buds taste and hide this kissing quality; I won’t share nor display.
I desire this episode will full flavor ahead.
Transforming the imaginary form, from zero; till there is none.
The perfect persuasive peck of all picks.
Harvesting the ripest mental bliss only for my lips!
Berry-Mastery.
I belong to you.
by;PD
Categories:
ripest, passion,
Form:
Free verse
bursting hot bubbling like lava
oh most sacred shade of sacral chakra’s bloom
chrysanthemum petals burst
like fireworks on the fourth of July
and so none can deny the power of hue…
drape your flowing foreign grace
upon the bare chests of Buddhist monks
or arrive child like and gape toothed
in the fall of all hallows eve..
within the grasp of headless horseman
ripest richest sexual cue
portent of luck, oh holy hue
blended bliss of fire and sun
dreamer of dreams
paprika of the soul
none can deny the power of hue…
Categories:
ripest, allegory, imaginationpower,
Form:
Free verse
night market! a juggle of flavors
succulent and citrusy with
pears pumpkins peaches inflamed
and clothed in sweetened rinds like
watercolors of tangerine and mauve...
stems dipped in waters of tender sun
flesh touching flesh,
nectar glazing bronze on squirts turned into nectar,
into savory brine... then to wiggle
upon a harvest filling
quilted baskets sucked and chewed: beaded
globules, bulbs rippling in own honeyed pools,
tangy fruitage which bears the ripest of ovules
lacing the tongue ambrosial. tangy...
and ladies like rush home with flushed romance
in their heads
with piles of delicacies bending swirling
on their ample chests
to taste the liquid radiant syrup
of eve's craving for a night lovers' feast.
For Debbie Guzzi's Just A Little Bit Of Sugar
2/22/2017
Categories:
ripest, fruit,
Form:
Light Verse
The sun closes in on itself imploding.
Storm clouds clots like cream.
The sky tinged a rancid yellow of dream
raises tornadoes like totems scolding.
A wet haze weeps through the pine trees
furthering the sky’s somber malaise.
Life, a missing actor on the stage,
the rare and ripest red of blood, ceases.
Yet, the bole of trees carved, coalesces to form
the winged memory of bird, man and bear,
letting all of those who have forgotten stare
upon the aged markers of clans long gone.
And so life, death and the day end eternally glazed
making way for rain-bowed hues within the maze.
Poet: D. Guzzi
Date: 8/13/11
Categories:
ripest, introspection, life, loss, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Fathers creed
With every child I conceive
I will leave behind a part of me
This is my holy grail 2 eternity
What I share and teach
the world will see
I'll die knowing
This is my Contribution
To help build a better society
My aspirations is to instill characteristics
That are moral up-right and true
Walk beside them and guide them
Teach them how to pick the ripest fruits
Reveal that the best things in life are free
And believe none of what they here
Only what they see
So when it's their time to leave my house
I'll be secure in my fatherhood
B/c I raised my kids from the inside/out
Categories:
ripest, philosophy,
Form:
Honeysuckle blooms and between my teeth, I tease it
like nipples on a lover's chest, so sweet though milk
is long gone. Salt and sweet the breast, my tongue flits
amongst love's sweat. Her skin fluid as Chinese silk.
Her juices flow; the ripest mango slit submits
as tears fill the hollow of her throat. None are her ilk,
but I, Mars, know She who has rises from the foam.
Worship her who causes worlds to writhe and moan.
Categories:
ripest, allegory, beauty, love,
Form:
Ottava rima
Like a penny, lost and worthless, woman
mother, and buried within the origin pit, dark
she brought me like a Jezebel into her life of mourning
mistress of the stage and child to horror
born, and off he ran, forced flight my father, loss
the hussy dies but on Edgar lives in awe.
Blood and death and pain feed Poe’s awe.
Why she had done, what soul had she, this woman
leaving him a found fledgling of loss?
“Why, why, bring me into this hellish dark?”
Coal black the pit and pendulum of this zealot father’s horror
the devil’s drink brought penitence and forced, mourning.
“Bastard child!” his stepfather screamed in mourning
as his new Mother looked on in awe.
And, his new brother watched on in horror,
the lash was not spared nor kindness brought by woman.
In the starkness of his mind there was only dark.
Abandoned child, Poe, and his rescuers brought only loss.
“Run, leave, you villains all!” He cried. “There is only loss!”
So on, he wrote into the dark and mourning.
The ink the Prussian blue released the anguish his dark.
Intuition, and superstitious fright will feed him awe.
Cousin, sister, wife, would be his woman
the banshees cry, her bloody death became his horror.
“Alone, alone…” The corbies’s caw brings horror,
but for the devil’s drink, he’s naught but loss........
“Lenore…..” He’ll wall his tainted heart away from woman
and make his blasted soul the start of mourning.
“To hell with you!” He screams at those in awe
of his blank and burned out hulk of dark.
Bricked in or deep within the ripest dark...
“God, so alone……….” He hides in horror,
forlorn, depraved and not at all in awe.
For there is no romance found in loss
no beauteous bounty in the dross of mourning,
no family, friend or wife not tainted, born from woman.
So, Poe lives and dies in awe of the dark.
Where woman’s deepest depths bring only horror
and loss is all he knows in light of mourning.
Categories:
ripest, angst, caregiving, childhood, death,
Form:
Sestina
God has graced Nature with beauty and utmost esteem.
A crown has rested upon her head all her life long.
In my youth, a flower bud made my eyes gleam;
Its radiant loveliness being praised by the birds’ song.
The vision of ripening fruit made my mouth lust,
Nestled graciously on a branch above the fences.
The melodic whisper of a gentle morning gust
Sounds like a symphony to music starved senses.
The golden warmth of an early morning sun
Brings to mind visions of still unseen dreams
Of our hibernal daystar that lasts ‘til victory is won
And nature has harnessed her most fearful extremes.
God prepare me, I pray, for when nature resounds,
And she possesses the glory which is fully deserved.
The earth will be filled with birds’ melodious sounds,
When a feast of sweet songs my ears are served.
And let a shapely damsel in a floral patterned dress
Allow me a moment to relax my infinite necessities.
May the ripest sweetest fruit withstand my test,
And all the rest avail their succulent identities.
Let my vision behold nature as she abounds
When her colorful blossoms give off radiant beams.
Might I be blessed by the Divine when Nature resounds
And reality becomes a field of never before seen dreams.
Categories:
ripest, devotion, hope, imagination, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
My simple thoughts compounded leaves
The fruit of my labour I bear to thieves
The concentric circles in my bark at every stage
Hold me steady, firm as a rock of all ages
I’m a seed for juicy thoughts and jam
The flavour of refreshing drinks by the dam
Essential vitamins of B-complex and modest “C”
The forbidden fruit that made man truth see
Ripe for market stolen in a basket
Fell on Newton’s head made a target
Opened minds into laws of gravitation,
Medicine and whole new other dimensions
The lemon tree next to me made jealous
The orange tree didn’t make a fuss just citrus
The pineapple tree flowing in the tropical air
The coconut tree made chocolate now that's flair
Kids playing in the branches as monkeys play
Climbing to the top for the ripest part of me
Teething fools they’ll have to grow up some day
I’ll take a tooth or two before they break me
An apple a day he twice, thrice had
Whether green, lime or red in my cool shade
If there was ever any doubt that it’s true
I guess the apple does fall far from the tree
Categories:
ripest, fruit, poetry, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
A gent in a tailored suit, sat by me and said,
I saw the ripest strawberries, fruit of ruby red
poured over a dish of vanilla ice cream
I pinched myself, could this be a dream?
He shook his head and whispered "You are a pearl of a girl,
Would you care to dare come with me, for a swirl?"
The sun was blaring in my eyes and down upon us
I doffed my sun hat, a warm sultry day, no need to fuss
No use resisting such enticing fun
Lapping away and dripping on my tongue
We were lost in that dream, a delicious swoon
A strawberry delight made for two on a hot afternoon!
6/25/22
Categories:
ripest, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Welcome to this "risk"-taking game of "life."
Choose a blue companion peg, or snag a pink wife,
or ride "solitaire" through this "scrabble"d "mousetrap,"
or add so many kids that they stack on your lap.
Enjoy the terrible twos and the "crazy eights,"
for they go by faster when they're wearing skates.
For love and career there's no "perfect match,"
but when you find what works best, it's best to attach.
If you start "hearing things," ignore the "mad gab."
Speak only kindness, giving gossipers a silent jab.
If you have no "clue" what you want to do for a career,
I'll "connect 4" or more options and list them here:
You can file by "sequence" in your "Rubik's cube"-icle,
using the "5 second rule" if food lands on your shoe buckle.
It may "boggle" your "cranium" to crunch numbers all day.
Would you rather be an "operation"al doctor for the pay?
As a farmer you could "pick up stix" in the field,
and compare "apples to apples" for the ripest yield.
If you're a prosperous hunter or a taxidermist,
you can display your "rack-o" antlers, with furry epidermis.
The "trouble" is there are many options to choose.
In this game of "life," sometimes you tie --- a child's shoes.
Categories:
ripest, fun, funny, games, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
A secret world of mystical wonder
In solitude, she will sit and ponder
Beneath a rainbow. Behind a golden gate
No track of time or clocks to run you late
Honest as the garden of Eden, a botanical kind of feast
No wickedness or sin, barbarians or beasts
Daffodils and daisies flourish all year round
The rolling waves of a tide is the only sound
Braids of ivy laced with sunflowers
Create a canopy to shield the showers
A gentle mist flows through the air
Keeps the flowers moist , the utmost care
Just enough sun rays peaking through
So the flowers can thrive and new ones accrue
Rippling rivers, made of honey, caramel waterfalls
Muscadines and the ripest figs adorned the inner walls
The roses bear no thorns, cotton candy clouds
Her presence so respected, the tulip gladly bows
The aroma of peppermint fills her nose
Giant peaches grow in rows
An entourage of ducklings follow her around
New and improved, they don't poo or make a sound
Each step she lands on fresh pink petals
Bounteous pillows of silk for when she settles
She arrives and leaves at the tapping of her heels
After all it's just a dream, the spinning of her wheels
Categories:
ripest, dream, fantasy, daffodils,
Form:
Free verse
Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all
Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece
Until it’s time for spring to come free.
Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.
Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear
Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.
Categories:
ripest, nature, seasons, spring, winter,
Form:
Ode
Down where the Magnolia's blossoms
Open a creamy white
Modena touched sunrise wakes
Sleepy eyes, clouds take flight
Geese loudly honk a wake-up tune
Emphasized by Dove's coo
As the sunrise changes to pale pink
Against a sky so blue
Dew touches low growing wheat
In fields ripe for harvest
There the laborers are few
Wheat's touched by winds unharnessed
Winds blow in from the north, northeast
Put that wheat 'pon the ground
Ruined in this the ripest stage
Never more to be sound
Categories:
ripest, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
Feel the wind,
Feel the rain desend.
Go on and close your eyes,
Feel our Rebirth.
Feel as we tread the earth.
Open your eyes,
See nature as it smiles.
Breath in this tranquility,
Can you sense earth's stability?
Nature is beauty at its purest,
Listen as the crickets beat the drums.
Watch as love is at its truest and ripest form.
This is where imagination is born,
It doesn't get anymore original.
Categories:
ripest, beauty, imagination, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Rhyme