Long Cherries Poems
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In Autumn
In Autumn pumpkins hang out in
hedge mazes, corn visits wreathes in
Finland, spices go to
music festivals, photos of
chestnuts do
the splits, marsh mellows make
prank calls, haunted houses tailgate
tourist buses and
fire trucks and
ambulances, porcupines stop
thinking, umbrellas talk
24/7, squirrels read
encyclopaedias, jam people pretend
to be dead, candle people pretend
to be deaf, scarves wear
boots, maple syrup gurgle
nursery rhymes, hens learn to
play the
banjo, chickens lay
cell phones, cherries chase after
bunnies, cupcakes plant
trees, wallets take out
the garbage, and
mittens dip themselves in
cream cheese.
My Dear Carolyn, I want to Thank-YOU for YOUR Contest “ The Work You Do? ”
I usually Do not Brag, but I’m going to in this Piece I also may throw in Kitchen Humor
I Dedicate this to YOU : Carolyn Devonshire My POETRY “ TEACHER “ LOVE, HG
The first two quotes I heard in the beginning of My Career
“People will always Eat” ( Chef Lis ) : “People eat with their eyes” :
( Mr. Franklin Whalen ; ) Owner of The “Barrington House Restaurant”
Forty-Four years later, the Sonata of these words Still Rings in my ears
The Aromas, sweet and spicy, sour ,tart, fruity, meaty, waif through my nose
I remember the smell of burning starch, elbows set in ice cold water on the stove, two hours
Taste buds come alive, epicurean; connoisseurs : enticing The palette soothing the throat
I read my breath, in the dire cold of the freezer: a block of ice becomes A Heart of Swans
The Center Piece of Mr. & Mrs. Posner’s 75th Wedding Anniversary Dinner
On a Pedestal , in the centre of the “Swan Heart : I carved the “POSNER" Holding Hands
How Sweet, When they asked me “Would You makes us one of YOUR Classic Dinners?”
“The Rack of Lamb, with the Plum- Mint Jelly” “ Don’t forget his Famous “Béarnaise Sauce”
A Vegetable Bouquetire , Cottage Fries, with a special “Flaming Cherries Jubilee” for Desert
Perhaps, as they did when : Young : Their eyes found each other, as they fed each other
The Gleam in their Eyes, reflecting the Jubilee’s flame Opening the Mirror of Their “ L O V E “
As a Chef The work I do is very Rewarding and I shall Cook until I die( and even Then!! )
If life is a cabaret old chum
it's certainly
a comedy
(seen in the long-shot)
and then some
or possibly
a tragedy
(viewed in close-up)
definitely
not a whole bunch of cherries in a bowl
altho' the thought is very droll
there to be tasted never wasted
as movement is a sure sign of life
sitting on the fence makes no sense
hit the streets running
floating locomoting keep on motivating
think on your feet crafty and cunning
a moving target is hard to hit
tho' it will seem
it may be but a dream
and you can take it or not give a whit
in time you'll find what comes after
meanwhile life is what you make it
Wrap me in dreams, like a canvas of stars draped over my soul,
When the rain weaves its silver silk on windows like a veil of silence,
The cold gathers us like birds under the same sky, caressed by memories,
The sun, a weary painter, lays slanting rays on the terraces of our dreams.
Let dreams carry me through the labyrinth of deep velvet night,
Where shadows hide untold stories in the whispers of the wandering wind,
The wind, a messenger of lost desires, whispers forgotten secrets to me,
Fears and hopes intertwine in a breath like a dance of the stars.
Wrap me in dreams when the night stretches its mysterious velvet cloak,
I, a sailor on the seas of time, seek the lighthouse of your heart in the distance,
The ray of hope hides beyond the horizon like a morning dream,
Cherries ripen like unspoken promises, in your absence, like a vow.
Autumn comes like an old friend, bearing leaves of longing and nostalgia,
The news that our paths will meet again under the starry sky,
Wrap me in dreams, and let me float gently on their luminous wings,
A butterfly of light in the garden of memories, where every flower is a secret.
The deep silence of the night becomes a bridge of stars linking our hearts,
In the labyrinth of eternity, under the sky of an autumn morning, the magic of love,
Is reality, and dreams become paths of light that unite us forever,
Like a secret song of souls meeting in the eternity of shared moments.
Some days are like a bowl of cherries
Some day are like the pits
Today started out like a winner for sure
Then quickly turned ugly bit by bit
Frustration is surely part of the scene
As we age, we are much less tolerant
Set in our ways, we are unable to bend
Probably need a brain transplant
Tomorrow is always another day
With its own set of highs and lows
It's own set of frustrations and triumphs
Not everything is in our control
Bendability is an excellent word
That encompasses what I'm saying
To allow for things out of our control
And still enjoy life's game we're playing
Bottom line is accept each day as it comes
Each one is another day blessed
As we travel along life's bumpy road
To the end of the trail in life's quest
© Jack Ellison 2014
Life is a choice that each of us makes.
We can choose what we wish to be.
At first parents guide us along an old road,
Then it forks and at last we are free,
To make our own choices and be our own man,
The decision at last is our own.
As long as we hurt no one but ourselves,
We can do as we like 'cause we're grown;
But soon we will learn to our shock and dismay,
That each choice we make has a price.
Whate'er you dish out to your brothers, my friend,
Comes right back to you times thrice.
In nature God shows us all how to get by.
Those who work and store up have it best.
Those who can't be bothered to work and to save,
Will starve come the hard Winter's test;
For life is a journey of good times and bad.
There's much to be learned 'long the road.
Each man is blessed according to plan,
And we each must carry our load.
We learn to be patient, we learn to be kind,
We learn to accept God's will.
We learn to discern which fork in the road,
Leads to life and which fork will kill;
And finally we learn the one fact of life,
Most important if we are to live.
All of life's riches will all slip away,
Like sand through the holes in a sieve.
All thaat remains is what we leave behind,
Who remembers and what they will think.
Will our mem'ry be sweet to family and friends,
Or will they turn away 'cause it stinks.
Judy Ball
The Bible tells us:
You reap what ever you sow.
So if you sow thorns and thistles don't expect to get cherries.
Cherries pale yellow tinged with red
Colorful umbrella, mercurial spread
Mellowing veil hovers overhead
Hand staid until dark color, pungent odor wed
Nature's rhythms from youth nurtured in my head
In fowl, tell tale signs providentially inbred
Knowing beak is quicker than the hand brings dread
Before gravity can pull weighted cherries to rotting bed
My pruning hand to the luscious fruit is sentiently led
But wittier birds, for sweet treat, already fragile branches tread
Goring fruit: knifing peel, shredding flesh, tangy juices bled
Colorful, pock-marked marbles left for dead
Sun-dried, pitted prunes left in their stead
For aggrieved spite, all cultured inhibition shed
Manically, with fingers, stem lines forcefully unthread
Twilight has it's own wings and its own melody
Battles with the mystery of a sun setting horizon dawning hues
Pearl white smile's from the moon, in a mood of beautiful seduction
Oracle within one thousand chants dances with the shadows of night shades
For you, I will catch every star that I see as the evening sky surrenders
Sparkling silver dust their trails leave magic spells whispers deeply winds
Drinking from the milky way a mix of delicious chocolate
Icing of a thousand shape shifting patterns emerge glowing
Soft caramel and gorgeous nougat smiles golden melting
Under a canopy of stars you remain cradled forever beautiful
I would love to dance like planets that circulate around the sun
Blood's rivers are like red cherries and float like wine
Its colorful aura exudes amazing happiness
Sweet like a dream, I lean my cheek on lace pillows
Everything feels so right, our love will grow strong
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
11.01.2018
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
* Poem of the Week ; 14.01.2018
Cherries are delish
On top of a Banana Split
Topping on a Sundae center of whipped cream
Straight from the jar a tasty treat
They are so good by the pound
Fresh from the grocer
Get a bowl and bite around the pit
Or made into a jam_lickety split
But all those cherries have their pit
A lot like life
There's lot of good
But always some strife
We learn the best lessons
When we're in the pits
Somewhat like we get bowl of cherries but soon only have pits
But wasn't the good part wonderful
(Thoughts came on this one after remembering the line
"If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits"..
I think that Erma Bombeck said that but not sure..
Just not my line orginally.)
Should a winter's frigid sky
be as clear as the coolest spring day?
Peaceful is Nature with its frosted, naked trees
that the lightest breeze won't make swing,
I hear their lament, " Long is winter, short are the days! "
Why has the purple finch stopped warbling?
Mom walks in carrying a paper bag full of groceries,
my sisters run to greet her, everybody's eyes sparkle:
chocolate bunnies, gummies and crayons,
pens, pencils and notebooks, apples, cherries
and red grapes from California in the middle
of December, but do they like an afternoon with a frozen sky
that is beautiful to watch from windows? Who likes to stay inside
when no ice covers the lawn...when restrictions don't apply?
How sad is to see only pines from where the last robin flew
unable to save her nest, but was able to escape with her little one!
How nostalgic is to think of spring missing sunshine
and meadows with their wild smell and gleaming morning dew...
while the red-breasted robins catch insects, not butterflies!
Yes, all children love to pick fragrant wild flowers,
yes, all mothers love them when they're given with a big smile;
and who felt that gladness inside more than mom with an embrace?
Written on 7/22/2020