Once he had one he wanted to constrict it, like a boa; a python, to hold closely guarded the thing for which demure closets stay closed like iron-waitresses pervading the hostel with lime-light the lemony-snickett cackling in the born-and-bred flames, curling irons prod the paper-clip open but the stamp endures, a timid interred girl beghosts the earls. The favorite simple plan, favored in heavens gamma, where brightness surely waits in pavilion the concert. My concerto is made-man italian, the devise impregnated, like hollow bells that sour, the grim sugar from said waitress, we wildly call the crows to set and chime on the lines where workmen craft blue ribbons atop the farmland graves.
Lemonade flows
fluted fountain
diamond rivers
gentle rainy sprinkles
honey
sweet or sour kisses
dew faeries dancing
opus romance
coveted rose essence
open window
summer breeze
memories
lemony taffy
scented peppermint
sour kisses.
Lemony sun rose
when creamy clouds were wafting
Noon was mellowed gold
Yellow rose danced feverish
when odd birds sang gibberish
Sunshine rose preened proud
for it was her time to shine
perfumed prettily
Marmalade honey summer
in colors that become her
Lovely lemony filling such a tasty treat
Easy to make, and so delicious to eat
My recipe is so easy, I confess that I cheat
One pastry case bought in the high street
Now everyone will know about my deceit!
Two eggs, sugar, and heavy cream is best
Add juice of two lemons and lots of the zest
Rapidly whisk, but do not splash your chest!
Then bake tart in the oven, it’ll thrill any guest
Twenty years ago this month I was in Enid A. Haupt Garden, a manicured
garden surrounded by two rows of saucer magnolia trees. The magnolious
large, cup shaped flowers showcasing breathtaking display of white or
pinkish-purple petals with outer petals of darker shade of pink or purple.
The petals, thick, soft and velvety scattered on the ground and benches.
I was swept away by the pleasant fragrance and captivated by the scent, a
combination of sweet, floral and slightly citrusy. A fragrance so noticeable
for the scent wafted through the garden, creating a pleasing aroma, like a
sweet lemony candy. Unforgettable! When will I see and smell them again?
sun’s
cascade
high spirits
trees on a hill
live lemony leaves
untroubled by darkness
inconsequential small world
worries pandering to the depths
the forest too bright and blithe to cry
hallelujah mount leads to heaven's gate
[Verse]
Fourteen years old
So I am told
Lately, she really shows it
Except at meals
She barks and squeals
The time? It’s like she knows it
[Verse]
She sleeps all day
Then wants to play
Before the sun has come up
What frustrates most?
Deaf as a post
So she can’t hear my shut up!
[Chorus]
Oh, Lemony! You are a mess
You are so lazy
Oh, Lemony! I must confess
You drive me crazy
[Verse]
She’s a strange girl
I want to hurl
The things she’s always eating
Beware in case
She licks your face
It is her way of greeting
[Verse]
Twelve hours straight
It’s pretty great
From dawn to dusk, just doing nothing
At night of course
Barks herself hoarse
Then eats the sofa stuffing
[Chorus]
Oh, Lemony! You are a mess
You are so lazy
Oh, Lemony! I must confess
You drive me crazy
[Verse]
I know one day
She’ll pass away
And I won’t have this trouble
She makes me mad
But I’ll feel sad
And I will surely miss her snuggles
[Chorus]
Oh, Lemony! You are a mess
You are so lazy
Oh, Lemony! I must confess
You drive me crazy
[End]
Alas when love has birthed itself
Under the star kisses of a lofting sky
Luminous glittering streams
From the lavender moon
Swathed in orchids bloom
Billowing upon your face
In sheaves of gilded transient light
Its lemony shimmer of sweet cantaloupes
Perfumes the air around your skin
Embraced by the moment between us
As celestial heavens play its aria
Of moonstone melodies
Across the space between us
We speak with our eyes
Of the riant moon
Laced with the kingdom of stars
Aglow with the brilliance of us
I've lemony kiss, a sour clone
circus clown, edges down -- lips stuck
heart of stone, maroon, and alone,
mouth from cave's depths, bar muddy muck,
hands, feet, arms, legs ... their mind's are their own.
Down where
The glowing sun illuminates the eastern sky
Lemony daylilies open one more bloom
And the mockingbird's song rings true
Doves fly in to feed, too
Down where
The morn is quiet
Human activity still mostly void
Doves sing their love songs
Away, away they transport
Down where
No crows seem to call warnings
On this quiet morn
The poet wonders about Israel
And the Gaza strip war-torn
Down where
Rockets are fired
And antimissiles aim for their mark
How noisy their days and nights must be
How many miss their part
Down where
Questions go without answers
We have to trust the Divine plan is being fulfilled
The poet knows God still loves mankind
And desires mankind do His will
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne
Y our old-fashioned lemony pie
E specially with meringue
L uxurious curd of citrusy yellow
L ight hue that exudes energy
O stentatious and tempting dessert
W insome jaunty, yellowy, crusty delight
The whistling kettle calls to me.
Telling me it's time for tea
I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf
As I try to decide what to have for myself
What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup?
Lemony and citrusy?
Minty and refreshing?
Earthy and nutty?
Fruity and floral?
Settling with vanilla spice,
A steamy waterfall
A hint of honey
To sweeten the pot
The sweet aroma rose up
Smelling sugary and sweet.
Cupping the potion
Raising it to my lips
Taking small sips
I felt the warmth
Course through my veins.
Washing away the stress
Replacing it with bliss
Like my mind is at a spa
Bathing in a hot spring.
For a moment, time froze.
The world stands still.
Embracing the peace
Brought by a cup of tea.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows
I flow in the dreams to where the sun glows
prepares for lark sounds tethered to thistles
sprout winged feathers distinguished initials
daybreak cast expressed suppressions idles
a desired forenoon plaything thumbs fiddles
precedence ground noteworthy work matter
gleaning harvest spread the light of laughter
pigment spectrum goldenrod noon stretcher
spruced grasslands lemony sliding fetch her
droopy starlight strands dusk ruddy runner
sweetly evening brushed purplish lavender
midnight maiden bid moonwalkers strangely
twilight tone-down twinkle moon pies lightly
#5
"The world is God's pure mirror clear to eyes when free from clouds within"Rumi
Yellow sunrise illuminates night sky
It chases darkness away to the west
Goldfinch sent in to feed by Adonai
Each morning, in so many ways, I'm blessed.
Yellow sun behind gray clouds, stillness looms
Will raindrops begin to fall 'pon the ground
Watering the garden, wash pollen, fumes
Clearing earth's air and all nature astound
No lemony peaks between the clouds' gray
There are no flaxen streaks within the blue
An eerie feel upon the air, dismays
Will unrestrained storm pass unhindered through
Yellow sunrise seems to predict no rain.
Prayers do protect us, those storms detain
A lemony drink that is mellow
Alcohol sugar zest yellow
Unlike its fruit tree
It's said with a long e
In Sorrento they make limoncello
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