lavender is jealous
purple screams in agony
because they have both spotted
the diabolical, deliberately, delightful dewberry
now how will they sell their own color?
who would buy plain janes
when they could purchase something with an exotic name
I shall be called purple-icious, purple decided.
you may defer to me as queen purple-icious.
Lavendar could not stop laughing.
but when she did stop she decided to call herself lilly-berry.
I am now lilly-berry, she told purple-icious.
Excuse me.
I mean
Queen Purple-icious
Dewberry never knew what she had started.
Categories:
dewberry, art,
Form: Free verse
Oh the milkshakes in Manila are a wonderful treat
A pretty Filipina is a party complete
The strawberry, blackberry, and blueberry cream
Are second to vanilla in a dewberry dream
Now the seashore in Manila is a beautiful place
The lingering vanilla is a dab on your face
You order second helpings for a lovable flirt
Because she loves vanilla when you offer dessert
Oh the milkshakes in Manila hit a wonderful spot
I always like vanilla when the climate is hot
The girlfriends are friendly when you offer a cone
But don’t you mind the trouble when they get you alone
Now the sailors in Manila are a snaggletooth sort
They favor their vanilla in a haggle-free port
They like to catch the ladies in a lovable swoon
Or marry some vanilla to a strawberry spoon
Oh the milkshakes in Manila are a creamy delight
I like to drink a couple when the weather is right
The tidal waves are winking by the soles of my feet
To drink the star’s vanilla in a milky way teat.
Categories:
dewberry, beach, beautiful, moon,
Form: Rhyme
Three sage faeries crept out of the tall grasses of the Avalon
The air was ripe with dew, it was the beginning of fawn
How many butterflies shall we grace the meadow with today?
They debated this solemnly, it was their assignment in May.
Sixteen monarchs, a dewberry wing, and Luna moths one suggested.
That is way too many for Avalon, the oldest faerie protested.
How many do you think? The youngest one asked with a wink.
They agreed to ten monarchs, a dew wing and one Luna moth – pink.
Categories:
dewberry, butterfly, fairy,
Form: Rhyme
Over six tons of gorilla shrapnel is the same gesture as throwing ten ton whales into a puddle. Wisely wary. Be not only a segment be a slice. And sluice dumps never chatter obscenities so never throw an ashtray in the air. Expected are the alternators arriving in horse drawn ships. Shooting shaping striving singing Singhalese singularly. And a plate balancing on a two centimetre tea cup in a unique dolls house. Rifle not a t-shirt. Purple berry holding hands with a dewberry then roll roll in the mighty surf. A sure way of finding a horseshoe in a rainbow arch then. Archetypical archaic antiquities. With an amphibian laugh. Shut all the doors. And ceilings. And do not bang into an open cupboard. For to look within a cupboard is to see and hear the shells. Cantering carnage coming. And a large baked bread kneeling by a pool. Pretty is not the writhing of a torso ripped in half. Nor is it the antics of a lemon lipped lady. Statement striving show. And a steamed lobster. Calibrate that. No. Militarisation
Categories:
dewberry, beach, betrayal,
Form: I do not know?