I love that added tenderness in my body each month;
it's like I incarnate the spring myself:
delicate bloosoms, that juiciness,
ready to bear and bring a new life on the Earth.
But the pollination never happen,
because my husband died four years ago.
Thus, instead of adoring the fetus in my womb,
I'm adoring my poetry on my notepad:
from my pregnant mind they comes out to fill my life
and reduce the emptiness of not being a mother of a human offspring.
Twilight whispers behind the blinds;
I barely see, but I believe,
In the ruby and orange rinds,
Moon blossoms of midsummer eve.
I barely see, but I believe
In the twinkling star diamonds,
Moon blossoms of midsummer eve.
Romantic ebon-sky widens.
In the twinkling star diamonds,
Circling like a halo above,
Romantic ebon sky widens;
Where there’s darkness, a lunar dove.
Circling like a halo above,
Juiciness of sluicing hues, wet.
Where there’s darkness, a lunar dove.
Pearly gates preserve the sunset.
Juiciness of sluicing hues, wet,
In the ruby and orange rinds.
Pearly gates preserve the sunset;
Twilight whispers behind the blinds.
Little slices of the most lush and red watermelon,
Swollen with juiciness and a natural multivitamin.
Deliciously filled with glistening liquid in green rind.
The tree house was massive; it held a village of gnomes.
Had a plethora of projects, apartments, huts and homes.
The faeries soon joined them and named it Faerie Town.
Who do they think they are? Asked a gnome in an azure gown.
The trolls were excited about the tree, and the next to move in.
They brought a juiciness to the village that seemed like a sin.
This mystical oak was joyful, the most excited I’d ever seen.
Why not? It held the largest fey village in the forest of green.
Summer’s sweetest natural dessert
Presented itself to me in the form of a
Large seeded watermelon that
I found by chance at a local food stand.
Thrilled was I to see such a perfect specimen!
Wide, round, and green,
It had a yellowish underside and those “bee stings”
Desired by people who search for the tastiest melons
Every year when that marvelous fruit is in season.
On my arrival home, I stumbled and dropped that luscious melon.
Pulp of red juiciness splattered all over the driveway -
Effectively destroying the whole thing as it went KER-SPLAT,
Never to be enjoyed by my expected dinner guests that evening!
June 10, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Split Wide Open
Mouse with a raspberry so sweet
Giving it a tiny taste
Taking his time with berry meat
Not a drop of juice he will waste
Mouse with a raspberry to eat
Languishes in the sun
Slurping up her juiciness
Having all kinds of fun
Mouse had no idea
Berries are so incredibly tasty
He is taking his time for sure
In no way being hasty
I hear the conversation and I know
All of the players.
They do not know this, so do I tell them who I am?
They are in a public place saying mean things about my relative.
Do I keep to myself? Pretty soon with the clues I know who this person is.
My cousin cannot say anything nice about her either.
I wisely go about my business,
Keeping my mouth shut.
Not sharing any of this juiciness.
Saving myself heartache.
Hollywood's dirty laundry exposed in the Enquirer
We drool with anticipation at the juiciness we acquire
Why do we revel so
As in smut, we wallow
It sure isn't difficult for our minds to decipher
Where bumbles bounce and witches fly
Faeries and jet streams in yesterday’s sky
I glance up and see an eagle so high
And I laugh at the juiciness of yesterday’s sky
They are hop skipping and flitting and fluttering too
The brownies and what-knots playing in diggery-doo.
My brain is on full delight energy mode kilter now
As I watch them spring forth with a kiss and a bow.
They give me that wink, the one I know well.
Mutter through supper, demanding yesterday’s bell.
I had forgotten the excitement of just sitting and watching.
The swish of the dragon’s tail, the water and sloshing.
It’s the dance of the bumbles, the rumbles, and more.
Dr. Seuss enters my head, running toward an old cottage door.
Library book smells come to me in drivels and drips.
It’s so much fun in the garden, with bumbles and bips.
Memories come fast, they land in my brain, screeching.
Remember the horror of reading about sucking and leeching?
Childhood gone, but the feelings are still right in there.
They come suddenly and hard, in this summer’s day air.
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
The flowers here share space among tomatoes and squash
Cascading colors of red, purple, white and green bursting out
Tinkling bell of flute songs arise to tell all is well
Grace of the chime’s call lures me to the garden’s waterspout
I let bare toes savor cool textures of the greenest cut grass
Inviting a repose, I pull up a chair next to the red rose
Watching bees spread their joy to her flowers in fragrant mass
I feel the ripening glow of red juiciness against skin begin
My body flutters like the leaves of the apple tree
Alive with the energy and calm found in abundance here
I roam the garden in tranquility, completely carefree
Enjoy a garden cocktail full of nature’s bliss and kiss
The eternal feeling of warm lazy Sundays in June
The gift of a chair in the shade of the draping Willow
on a hot August afternoon. To enjoy the gardens’
giving glory is like heaven sent to earth. The succulent
juiciness speaks of temperate days all gold. There are
reasons why it is said that your peachy complexion
blushes with sweetness. That a roses’ dewy promise
holds love in its’ hand. Buds overflowing with beauty
found in abundance over the untrimmed arbor.
We lease your essence by the hour after your birth.
For you are gone too quickly from our hungry grasp.
No lasting possession do we have of your glorious bounty.
Only the taste of the peach and the smell of the rose
C omes in red ripening sweetness
H ave you ever ate a cherry anything like this
E ndless juiciness like a wet sweet kiss
R eal fruity aroma in the wind
R uby red blossoming skin
Y es with one bite, I suck that cherry taste in
©Copyright April 20, 2013 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
As I gaze at my gorgeous lunch salad
sings to me a sonorous love ballad!
What’s dazzling about temporal food
that calls for this surreal mood?
The melting silk of shredded cheddar cheese
on the sharp crunch of leafy romaine lettuce
the crimson of tomatoes on the vine
ripened to juiciness by golden sunshine
the lingering creaminess of halved walnuts
laden on my favorite honeycrisp apple,so evenly cut
oh, the delight of discovering savory sesame sticks
stop enticing me with your seasoned tricks!
the amazing littleness and power of sunflower seeds
is there and end to this gastronomical greed
the tangy sweet of shriveled cranberry
all together leave my tummy full,heart fluttery
Its the secret spice, your love sprinkled in the foliage medley
that makes the concoction so unbelievably tasty
Written on 06/27/2016
Jeepers it is hot in here
I just burned my derriere
But I don't mind at all because
I am being cooked with love
Tenderly simmered in a pot
My skin fell off--I am so hot
I feel naked but so free
Juiciness all around me
In a bath of smokey steam
I'll soon be a yummy dream
Here come more friends to hang out
Seasoning poured out of a spout
Flavors seeping all around
Now here comes a swishing sound
Being twirled with a big spoon
In somebody's belly soon
I will be all nice and warm
Until the whole pot is gone
Of a great tomato sauce
Over spaghetti I am tossed
If tomorrow could be a day
I will wake up to see wonders
Morning of flowers blooming
Sun rising with bright smile
Giving the world reasons to wait for other days
If tomorrow could be a day
I will climb the mountain with love
To experience the power of beauty
Find what my friends have been doing
And carry that joy back to my hut
If tomorrow could be a day
I will wait patiently for the night to come
To see the moon and stars coming for their shift
Shining with hope in their agenda
Making everyone believe goodness does exists
If tomorrow could be a day
That will be the day of revival
Calling back juiciness of the time,
When happiness befriended every creature;
Only if tomorrow could be a day
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