Guavas Poems - Poems about Guavas

...It's late, lo. I knew that the water I saw was mirage. This is a world where, often, facts and fancies camouflage Depths that seem unfathomable are shallow when measured. Within wombs of tombs tha......

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...Mom of 13 siblings was the last to pass. Behind a hung draped sheet that parted the bedroom she was in, from the living room, she saw Grandpa prepare wooden crates used to pack mangoes, guava......

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...I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road in our v......

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...Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots, A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree; Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits, Like angelic souls, they seem in physique......

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...Friends have an open invitation, dusky sky, soft rock music~ It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing—I Am Anaya Rustic charred mesquite fired up Aromatic smoke Sweet g......

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...nature thrives on bestrewn oddness. earth is tame in its fresh safeness. the same for the rest of the world. yellow, black, and white are all furled. The geese there on guavas fee......

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...Many a fruit I have tasted, And wasted, Many a fruit I have flirted with, And soon broken up with. Many a fruit I have refused a dance, And never given a second glance. Many a fruit has scent t......

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...Cashews and guavas luscious contagious odors perfume the kitchen......

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...Mango season, for us, is a celebration, Our eyes are on enthusiastic elation; In sunlight, they shine in golden green, We children gather to witness the scene; Though we have our mangroves, Nei......

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...“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." Carl Sagan (1934-1996) Apple Pies A welcome task past wayward primes where plucked delights yon mangoes, gu......

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..."How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842 Our journeys in Life are memorable by sweet memories that we dearly hold of childhood days that are ad......

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...Once had been to distant relatives place. Captured a glimpse of scenery -a roomy astounding garden located in their backyard. It was a biggish "wow" for us. The whole day we played forgetting our ......

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...That day was forever. It was finally time, For us to move out. We found old card-boards From our neighborhood Chose the best , Carefully laid our stuff . Our old home stood , At the center ......

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...The Florida of My Youth – Work By Franklin Price 10/11/2019 Was not born with silver spoon, that dangled from my lips Had enough to eat and drink, but not for extra sips Could not get a real ......

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...Joyful times when I lived limpid and loose in children's language that spoke ... In the minimalist language I heard from the sheep, the vegetable language that i well tran......

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