antelopes eat cantaloupes
hellions eat melons
bears feast on pears
leeches on peaches
parakeets eat the wheat
~ leave the chaff for giraffes
Thanks to Darles Charwin for his
posthumous advice ~ gw
Alas when love has birthed itself
Under the star kisses of a lofting sky
Luminous glittering streams
From the lavender moon
Swathed in orchids bloom
Billowing upon your face
In sheaves of gilded transient light
Its lemony shimmer of sweet cantaloupes
Perfumes the air around your skin
Embraced by the moment between us
As celestial heavens play its aria
Of moonstone melodies
Across the space between us
We speak with our eyes
Of the riant moon
Laced with the kingdom of stars
Aglow with the brilliance of us
I've heard that cantaloupes can't elope
It's against their moral code
And rhubarbs are NOT allowed to argue
Lettuce entertain you
I've heard that people sometimes turnip and pea
Not a very classy bunch I must say!
When you give somebody a raspberry it's very rude
Had another good one but it got squashed
Gourd won't let me make fun of his name
Grapes are not allowed to gripe
Bet you're not wild about figs... that figures
If you take a leek in a supermarket
Security will beet you on the melon
When the cashier picks up your fruit
It's okay to say, “that's a nice pear you have there”
If you give a horse a radish, they'll spit it back at you
I don't see what they've got to grape about
Okay that one was kinda corny
Cauliflowers are pretty in the spring
...beets me
His banana small, inferior bite,
Appealed not to her in the least that night.
Her cantaloupes robust.
He tried for the best thrust.
The hippiness hype just couldn’t make it right.
Food and Health Footles
To Health
Nourish;
Flourish
Big Spaghetti
Noodles -
oodles
What Large Hungry Dudes Do
Attack
Big Mac
Advice for Over-eaters
Eat less;
treat stress
Advice for Dieters
Burn fat;
learn THAT
The Organic Way
Should eat
good meat
Sign of a Good Chef
Skilled dish-
grilled fish
Thanks For The Snack
Thy fries
I prize
Sleeper’s Delight
Nice dream -
Ice cream
Caught with Stolen Cantaloupes
Melon
felon
Never . . .
Decline
Tea time
Yes, Growing A Fine Ole Southern Garden
In the garden strawberries are dancing about so red
Momma's cantaloupes laying there just waiting to be ate
Over there luscious red roses resting in fertilized bed
Them thar fine butterbeans are sho' nuff blooming out too late
And that bright yellow corn this year is gonna yield a lot
Sister's radishes, man what a fine and most tasty treat
Watermelons over there looking great in the corner plot
Those orange colored carrots sho' gonna be good to eat
There growing gleaming dark green onions that will taste so fine
Grandpa's chick peas in long rows sho-nuff need to be gotten
Momma's own cabbages made a bumper crop so tasty to dine
Alas! Those tomatoes, the entire lot are all rotten.
Well friends, another down home well grown garden growing fine.
We do things alright here just below the Mississippi line.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 23 1971
At the fruit stand, in a box,
Were melons that, to me,
Were unfamiliar, not the
Ones I’m likelier to see.
No cantaloupes? No honeydews?
The fruit guy shook his head,
But pointed to the box which held
The green-skinned ones instead.
They weren’t watermelons, so
I asked what they were named.
The fruit man and his partner spoke
(Not English) and exclaimed:
“They’re called the sweetest melons.
You should try them – 2 for 5.”
I bought one (for 3 bucks) in hopes
That fruit men don’t connive.
I found it very strange, though,
That the produce in the cart
Goes by names the fruit men cannot
To their customers impart.
I've heard that cantaloupes can't elope
It's against their moral code
And rhubarbs are NOT allowed to argue
I've heard that people sometimes turnip and pea
Not a very classy bunch I must say!
When you give somebody a raspberry it's very rude
Had another good one but it got squashed
Gourd won't let me make fun of his name
Grapes are not allowed to gripe
Bet you're not wild about figs... that figures
If you take a leek in a supermarket
Security will beet you on the melon
When the cashier picks up that yellow fruit
It's okay to say, “that's a nice pear you have there”
If you give a horseradish, they'll spit it back at you
I don't see what they've got to grape about
Okay that one was kinda corny
Cauliflowers are pretty in the spring
Lettuce entertain you
© Jack Ellison 2014
Bumbling along from flower to flower
Not sure what they do hour after hour?
Well, let me tell you where we'd be if they were to go
Four years at most and we're likely to follow.
A water melon made tasty by its hundreds of seeds
Every last one pollinated as one of the bees deeds.
Cantaloupes and strawberries, peaches and apples
Their specialness gone, despite your taste bud's grapples.
Cucumbers and squash, tomatoes, peppers and peas
They'd all lose their character without our lovely bees.
"We'll I don't like vegetables" I can hear some of you say
But those Cows, pigs, and chickens need grass or hay!
The one safe thing surely, are the clothes on your back?
Well, with no precious cotton you may just have a sack.
Can we be all British and have a cup of tea
Not if we say goodbye to our humble bee!
Our fragile world, about so little we know
Oh, our bumbling friends, bees don't go!
Envelopes, like cantaloupes,
Emptied vessels cast aside.
Harbors of wayward ships,
Collection plates to take inside,
Internalized...
Emptiness, is nothing less,
Bleeding ulcers seeping in,
Burning edges outward in,
The constant pain that lives within.
Uninsulated...
The inner core, the apple seed,
The heart of love is beating still.
The tidal flow to sooth the sand,
The lover's hand to touch and fill.
Remembering...
The joy, the warmth, of god within.
It learns while you learn
In the impossible dream of a mind on top of a tongue,
The landscape of cantaloupes
In the summer-fall.
The birds watch clamming towards barn sales.
My mother was a banjo up until the age of nine.
My father took the goat and sailed to a planet northward
When he was five.
When he was five,
When he was five,
When he was my age at the age of five and I became lonely
And felt much like now.
Yes I have,
I have written this poem many in anothertimesandnother.
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