CITRUS GROVES
In citrus groves of sunlit hue,
Fictitious fact farce sounds so true,
Where oranges, plump and captured by zest,
In love affection with the farmer, feeling its best,
But witnessed a twist beyond the rolling crest.
With its vibrant peel and a radiant hue,
Held the essence of the one it grew.
From gentle curve, clean looks to robust chin,
An orange's visage, looking fresh and clean.
Its eyes, twin orbs of sunlight's rays,
Gleaming and bright like summer's blaze,
In vibrant array, encompassed in its gaze,
Squeezed with each squeeze by the squeezer,
Ready to be delivered in the captivity of freezer.
Compromised trust alternate its burst of zest,
Liquidization is the transformation it witness at best.
As the squeezer unleashed the scent tang.
Oranje enjoyed its last caress before hitting a snag
It wasn't a sweet symphony but a fragrant delight,
Juicing out the juice into this citrus sprite.
From that moment on, the farmer knew,
This orange, immense, had a purpose true,
To bring a smile and refreshing to every face,
A reminder of nature's infinite grace.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 9th, 2023.
Categories:
juicing, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
My life fell apart
After 2035
After all the rest of
My brothers did die
I pissed on their graves
Though I shoulda been dead
With all the negativity
Swimming In my head.
One drank more than I
One pretended to be free
One left us for years
And one left was just me.
Turns out that health
And living the good life
Meant more than just kale
And juicing and no strife.
I drank myself stupid
Every day and hour in
While those without God
Lead lives of pure sin.
They all died before me
I sit at their stones
And finish my beer
But I'm never alone.
I did nothing wrong,
Yet did nothing right.
I laughed at their chase
Of the good better life.
All day, everyday,
I drank and pilled
All day everyday
I lived to be killed.
Bye bye brothers
Bye bye friends
Bye bye yesterday
Bye bye till the end.
Categories:
juicing, best friend, corruption, death
Form: Rhyme
My life fell apart
After 2035
After all the rest of
My brothers did die
I pissed on their graves
Though I shoulda been dead
With all the negativity
Swimming In my head.
One drank more than I
One pretended to be free
One left us for years
And one left was just me.
Turns out that health
And living the good life
Meant more than just kale
And juicing and no strife.
I drank myself stupid
Every day and hour in
While those without God
Lead lives of pure sin.
They all died before me
I sit at their stones
And finish my beer
But I'm never alone.
I did nothing wrong,
Yet did nothing right.
I laughed at their chase
Of the good ing life.
All day, everyday,
I drank and pilled
All day everyday
I lived to be killed.
Bye bye brothers
Bye bye friends
Bye bye yesterday
Bye bye till the end.
Categories:
juicing, anger, death, devotion,
Form: Free verse
My life fell apart
After 2035
After all the rest of
My brothers did die
I pissed on their graves
Though I shoulda been dead
With all the negativity
Swimming In my head.
One drank more than I
One pretended to be free
One left us for years
And one left was just me.
Turns out that health
And living the good life
Meant more than just kale
And juicing and no strife.
I drank myself stupid
Every day and hour in
While those without God
Lead lives of pure sin.
They all died before me
I sit at their stones
And finish my beer
But I'm never alone.
I did nothing wrong,
Yet did nothing right.
I laughed at their chase
Of the good ing life.
All day, everyday,
I drank and pilled
All day everyday
I lived to be killed.
Bye bye brothers
Bye bye friends
Bye bye yesterday
Bye bye till the end.
Categories:
juicing, anger, death, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Enriched with sweetness of friendship delight
Bubbling midst love’s joy, not sugar-coated
We savor chats of chocolatey sprite
Grateful for vibrant bonding, grace-salted.
While coffeing, we honeyfy talk-bliss
Reminiscing high school festive days
Lollipopping during breaks … not to miss
Licking cake-icings, showing glowing face.
With sizzling menus along progress-gain
Cheered by favorite meals of good news flow
We linger beyond taste of candy-reign
And sumptuous dishes’ contentment-glow.
As friends* juicing-out fruits of partnership
We suffice each other with caring treats
Around satisfying blest fellowship
Thanking God for granting us meeting feats.
*3John 1:14 But I trust I shall shortly see thee, and we shall speak face to face. Peace be to thee. Our friends salute thee. Greet the friends by name.
May 20, 2022
2nd place, "A Merger With Food" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 7/2/2022.
Categories:
juicing, blessing, christian, encouraging, friend,
Form: Rhyme
oranges are staining my nails
squirting and spreading juice
aromatic, wet, tasty,
sometimes tart, sometimes sweet
some can juice them
I try
but fail
buying my juice at a store
Categories:
juicing, food,
Form: Free verse
darling dimpled dervishes
dancing delightfully
ghouls goblins gargoyles
gabbing, grabbing, ghosting,
witches wearing weaves,
wistfully watching watchers
dust of night brings Halloween
Outstanding orange ovarian owls
studiously studying steeples,
betting bulbous bats below
will wind-fly down, betwixt and between.
jealously juicing, joyously jeering
Dubiously doubting daring dust of the night.
Categories:
juicing, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Summer Thunderstorm Air
Fragrance of Fresh Cut Melons,
Scents Enrich Inhales by Ions,
Nostrils Reborn, Stale Lung Felons.
Kidnapping Senses & Juicing Esprit,
Electric Escape From Gray Now Free,
Musty Moldy Inhalation Surgery.
New Vigor Infecting Old Rigor,
Crispy Fresh Atmosphere Trigger,
Clean Rain Making 'Lil Smells Bigger.
All Six Senses Newly Engaged,
Betrothal Nose Ring Uncaged,
Wedding Anew "Re-Birthing" the Aged.
Nature Begets Wet Commotion,
To Award Tired Noses & Lungs,
Unanimous Ruling Loudly Sung.
Nostrils Inhale Deep Trills,
Those Squeaky Scent Thrills,
Rain Channels Rare Air Rills!
Categories:
juicing, appreciation, beauty, nature, rain,
Form: Rhyme
If love was a forest
I tip toe the climb through its beating heart
There is lost love, the dry deaf leaves
Strewn ground high and spread thick with utility
And there is love yet felt
The young vigorous flora juicing on the branch or vine
Waiting to be plucked or forced fall head over heels
Onto it's destined prey
And there are rocks, dirt and the melange of mayhem
Where love trips and collides with mortal wonder
The unsuspecting hearts and whims of others
Where considerations can be aberrations
Sometimes forcing scrapes and cuts and wounds
That may never heal
Yet to walk through...
To stop at times and gaze along the way
To wander deep into impervious platitudes which lure and mesmerize
To lose the path, endure the anguish
Where light goes missing and no direction leads home
To survive despair, starvation and last rites
Only to be saved by an angel
Made of sunlight and magic elixir
Especially for, and only capable of being consumed by you
...is reason enough to press on.
(10/18/14)
Categories:
juicing, beauty, happiness, journey, joy,
Form: Free verse
When I was young
And felt a little glum
My Mum would cheer me
With a plum.
I began to eat them daily,
Demolishing entire punnets
With aplomb.
How I loved those big, fat,
Red-purple fruit bombs
Juicing between my lips,
Never failing to elicit
A contented ‘Yum!’
But one night after
Dinner my Mum
Offered me a yellow one.
I turned my head
And mouthed disgust
At the pale, pus-like
Imitation of my habitual
Fruity dream feast.
This fruit was diseased.
I refused to feed.
I snubbed that sickly grub.
My mother paused,
Then held her breath,
Turning black
Like an overripe plum.
“You know what your problem is,”
She cried. “You’re racist!”
Then she took the entire
Crate of plums and pelted
Me until I was welted
With plum coloured bruises.
“You see, discoloured plums
Still have their uses!”
Now I am grown up
And Minister for Equal Opportunities.
On a celebrity reality TV show
They hooked me up
To a lie detector machine
And asked me if I had
Ever been racist.
I blushed (like a plum).
Categories:
juicing, humor, humorous, mum,
Form: Free verse
White celebration again,
With mothers and children
Juicing, fruiting campaign,
Tossing drinking Champaign,
Standing and sitting again
With singing and dancing domain
A thirtieth birthday bro!
No pain no gain again.
Lightening x-massing you see,
Prepared for months to be,
With touring and camping on sea,
Treeing disco lighting may be,
A thirtieth birthday bro!
No pain no gain again.
Facebooking, snapping no less,
Flashing shamming they do,
Drinking, eating careless,
Calamity obituary on due,
A thirtieth birth day bro
No pain no gain again.
© Lucas Mkude, 07-01-2012
Categories:
juicing, adventure, birthday, pain, birthday,
Form: Free verse
Juicing up my walk
i just wanted to talk
but, you wanted to just pass by
as i wanted only to fly,
the highway in the sky
gives a better view of the earth below
the objects in view
seem so hidden in shadows
but, the sun brightens the way
and the shadows does not matter
only the night does it flatters,
and my day
is my way
i am always the brighter
Hey, slow down your fleeing heart
see what i am trying to impart
some bit of news, some feeling,
that you can use, awsome feeling
your heart will beat just a little stronger
i am no time monger
just wanted to talk
while i walk
this lonely highway
just do not pass me by
take to the sky
and fly with me
and listen for just a while
i will let you go after a mile
to two, just in time for supper
and i will have had my upper
and lip stilled for another day
is such a small price to pay
to give a little ear today....
Categories:
juicing, friendship, time,
Form: Rhyme