Poem written on 19th September, 2025 for the contest "Let's Soar With This Poetry Contest" sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
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Let us romance tonight,
Our souls will bear love's fruits.
Nine months too long to sow,
Yet that's how life births life.
Its joy will outlive us
Tonight is ours to own.
So come, let love's rhythm play.
Beautyberries dazzle the eyes with
the appearance of deliciousness.
The purple wonders, that look like raspberries,
seem to coax, “Pick me! Pick me!”
Jelly jars appeal to the clusters of drupes.
However, one must beat the birds and wildlife
to the bush, before they strip it clean.
Yet, leave some for their sustenance.
In a small clear vase, a branch, of beautyberries,
patiently waits to produce a root. Meanwhile,
the centerpiece-enchant adorns my table.
This clipping’ released by a berry nice friend.
Shadows Sharing Fruit,
My reflection changes my world,
When I move towards the light I see inside,
Shining bright,
Hiding in the shadows,
My tree grows dense,
My experience holds fruits,
Soothing to the soul.
You canlet go of control,
Roll with the flow,
Joy growing as you go,
Casting a shadow,
Sharing fruit with those below,
And now that they know,
New shoots start to show,
As their world begins to grow,
To the reflection,
They're projecting,
In this wonderful show.
Humility is the greatest virtue,
it is the opposite of pride,
and contains all the other virtues.
Pride is the only sin
and the root of all evil acts.
The fruits of humility are love, hope and faith,
the only things that are eternal,
with humility all things are possible,
the meek shall inherit the earth.
peach
color
fine fruit
nectarine
bit of blush
sweet preserves
fuzzy and round
refreshing juice
Georgia orchard
cut up on ice cream
tasty freshly picked
great in a cobbler
peach is a marvel
she makes a fine pie
in a dream -
Mississippi, the 50's
lone hike on a sweltry spring-tide day
rolling fields of cotton and wheat
cauliflower clouds like lazy old men
creeping across a buttery haze …
as I walk, I tickle the tops of the grasses
hands open, palms down
blessing them
like mischievous children …
strolling a rise
in no hurry but oddly compelled
ball cap and short sleeves
skin rosy from the midday shine -
naked, dazzling sun, yet …
an odd trepidation as I round the hilltop -
below is a peach grove
in glorious, pregnant bloom
such strange fruit, these southern trees bear
burnished, dark, twisted
slowly spinning in the cruel heat -
and flies … darting
then …
realization
hits me like a doubled fist
and I retch into the beautiful snowy
blossoms at my knees
turning away from the bloat in
abject horror and shame …
for my skin is white -
the fetor, overwhelming
and he ...
was but a boy.
~ For Billie Holiday and Abel Meeropol ~
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
i spend all my days with someone
who doesn't care about me in the slightest
and hurts my feelings in the worst ways
but i can't let go of her
nothing would ever be the same
everyone says it'd be
for the better in some ways
but that's not how i feel
if i let you go,
i'm letting part of me go
and i can't let some of me go
without all of me going
so i keep you around to keep myself
i don't even want to keep mysef
i don't think you care to keep me either
but part of me still wants to believe
you'll have the same love for me you once felt
even if it was never real
i will peel myself open and open again
so you can get a taste of my fruit inside
and spit me right back out
only to come back for more
you never liked how i tasted
you just liked watching me peel open
showing you the most vulnerable part of me
you liked peeling my pith away
all of me wasn't good enough for you
you could only accept certain parts of me
and even though i changed to please you
i'm still not good enough
so i'll stitch my peel back up
until you're ready to try me again
He wore bare feet, a pot for a hat,
our Johnny Appleseed, one cool cat.
thoughts need inspiration to move from contemplation to fruition
Mango limes and pomegranates
the world is turning tutti fruity
and I'm loving every minute of it
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
contest : Alpha Rhymes
sponsor : Joseph May
3.9.25
PLACED 3RD : Standard Contest
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APPLE BLOSSOMS CAUGHT DREAMY EYES
fairy farm was ablaze with fruity trees
gentle breezes swayed laden branches
canaries sang, cows mooed, all at ease
FIGS, GRAPES, HACKBERRY, IMBE, JACKFRUIT
with Turkish splash pool glimmering awaited
tiny tier temple newly whitewashed invited
brass buddha bell and rose garden gated
KITES LAY MOTIONLESS NOTICEABLY OBVERT
which leisure activity would we choose
as fruity farm holiday commenced covert
like in paradise peacock strutted with goose
PEACH, QUINCE, RASPBERRY, STRAWBERRY TARTS
stole our minds, stomach and hearts
this heavenly place embraced tired souls
stress dissolved in nature’s eloquent role
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Fruits ripe beneath summer’s soft glow~
as light rains fill streams with gentle flow.
First to go down..Hope and joy..Then seperate
Man and women..Boy oh boy.' Bring in euthanasia..As a real good thing.' Get some
Soap box series, to play it through scene by scene.' The termination of unborn.' Who we don't need..
Just open the boarders, ie get workers with speed' .' Does that answer any questions.? Oh then we
Can put flouride in the water, make more processed food.' Put safe drug centers where
There is easy access.' Do still you think we are
Fools? If so you'll be re-educated..It wont cost
You a bean much less.' But then you are pretty cheap anyway..If you get what i mean? Oh what do you think so far? Of the current mess'
Of your current 'evolving scenes?" Oh I fight for you Melbourne..Yet
You have bathed"deeply in blood..Return to God almighty away
From the filth, in which you for over four decades now have stood.!
Juicy autumn fruit
on heavy mossy branches
Seasonal plum crop
Cultivated with passion
Earthly glee in september
With strawberries, never enough for me: drippy hands, splattered ceiling, slushy the floor. Fido, my best friend, just slid out the door. Perhaps, a strawberry bush, why not a strawberry tree? -- Fido wagged, nay!~ to a Strawberry Flea.
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