Long Citron Poems

The holiday season is upon us, and I delight in the memories of my childhood yuletides.  One such memory stands out quite clearly. Just before Thanksgiving, November’s blustery winds arrived, weaving frost spider webs...

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All French cakes are delicious, better
The “ Amandier” and its subtle nuts taste in the mouth,
The “Paris-Brest”, with its sweet praline cream,
Rum Baba, with its sweet taste of liqueur,

The “tarte aux fraises” and its sweet...

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Blue- SPARKLES 
            from my twinkling eyes, 
                ...

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When I asked my wife to marry me, ‘neath a golden moon, 
I said I could not give her the moon and the stars, but, 
“Each special day I will give you a piece of...

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“Electric Dreams of the Sleeping Orgonon”



A tangerine dream
came out of the blue
cloud busting citron burst

electric dreams
of the sleeping 
Orgonon

raised a little death 
le petit...

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My eyes, alabaster white, my time like an Alchemist straight,
The soul scented slightly like a floating flower,
Organza – give us a touch, pin it on the heart
Even if it is meaningless, throw a dart!
Tediously enveloped,...

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My eyes, alabaster white, my time like an Alchemist straight,
The soul scented slightly like a floating flower,
Organza – give us a touch, pin it on the heart
Even if it is meaningless, throw a dart!
Tediously enveloped,...

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*****lol first attempt at Sehra, form..if I have failed will another wordsmith share their knowledge?:)

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iconoclastic, aortic valves..

 toppling through stone nerves
 seperate the steel brow, the cement 
tongue 
 and holy mother from her child.

 yet still the public squares give birth, 
 doing a little more with the...

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Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to embark on a large cargo ship,
Which will take you to Tahiti or Honolulu,
Better give candy to a blue-eyed schoolgirl,

Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to cook a chicken...

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A gnarled lone oak tree
grew in the middle of voluminous nowhere,
amidst vast stretches of citron corm fields,
a by-product of an old man’s weird whim.
It proved quite a memorable playground,
For when I was small it was...

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I still believe in the deepest blue sky
          a summer's day full of blossoms in blooms
I still believe in a mockingbird's trills.
    ...

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I lie imprisoned within my own
Walls,
Yet before me unfolds the silken white petals
Of ethereal rest.

Emerging before me, the spectacle stands
Like the salutation of an aurora borealis
Scudding across a cold northern land.

Bending before me in arching...

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sitting at a well called 
    the sandy hut bar.

    recessed illumination in the back
   of my head draws out the characters
   one by one.

...

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I’ll go to some faraway place,
On a lovely, isolated beach, at sunset,
And watch the fiery solar ball
Disappear over the limitless horizon.
Look, the waves are rhythmically opalescent, 
The azure billows changing to carmine red
And then to...

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sweet and citron voice, fondled a whisper
did you say, "O my Love,  pulling me close 
refreshing spring water,  cooler and crisper 
restless eyes now crave, to forever repose

a vista of orchids, into my...

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Soaked up the atmosphere of Montmartre
Found café enjoyed French citron tart
Double shot of coffee went down so well
Then I heard the Sacré-Coeur bell.

With hand on my heart, I honestly say
The shades of the past forever...

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