Hope Fruit Poems

I am the queen of beauty the common butterfly, 
I spread my wings and flap away among the trees I fly.

My wings exhibit colours of...

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"God loves each of us as if there were only one of us." - St. Augustine

I don’t believe in magic.
I believe in hope.
I believe in...

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The shaking of the big old trees,
Pretty colors in the cool breeze
Falling leaves coming around me,
In October I love to see.


From the oven hot apple...

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In the winter of my years, stands my barren tree
Its leaves stripped by autumnal winds
Against hope, it had one life left to give
I blew a...

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Once again besieged by fruit flies

Pestiferous infestation quite
argh apartment unit b44 
plagued with plight
analogously linkedin to phenomena  
experienced within outer limits 
of the twilight...

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tomato
I used to pick them in my parents’ Iowa garden
we sliced them and put sugar on them
that made them delectable to me

tomato sauce
we used it...

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The white cherry blossoms,
Showed up in early spring,
While daffodils were dancing in the wind,
The blossoms whistled and were getting kissed by hummingbirds and bees. 

In...

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Like an shiny apple's rind, 
my outer body all can see.  
Like an apple's fruit,  
I hold many secrets.  
Seeds and beliefs...

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I feel like I'm mourning an uncertain death.

I've never once had steady motivation or confidence.
I'm somehow the only hope.
No one knows how I'll do it...

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Green Fruit

In the jar, 
the cucumbers are pickling. 
Grandma put them there, 
days ago. 

Slowly... 
They are getting more tart, 
more smart, 
and will fart,...

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Love is alive, a fire inside
Burning away every fear, each doubt
With kindness and hope, light
From the heart who believes and sees
Jesus in every color, each...

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Just another apple tree in Ukraine,
My roots sink deep in frozen soil.
And then with spring, I bourgeon flower fractals.
I fatten my ripened apples that plummet...

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Poet of Perkiomen Valley
discovered aforementioned titled poem
about thirty months ago he wrote
impossible mission critters to smote
chronic issue yours truly does note
years later meaning today
April 19th,...

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The life of a seed
Is an intriguing one
The seed is buried
Buried under the soil
Let’s not lose hope
The story did not end!

In few days
The buried seed
We...

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Passion fruit vine
  
A deep blue in the shroud of nostalgia
Had laid garland around the chain-link fence
Once again emitting the fine aroma
Percolating through the...

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