Long Citrusy Poems
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in quietness divine
the xanthous zephyr balm
a citrusy ascent
to sip on Summer’s tea
a lovely day is spent
in quietness divine
a fine fettle of dreams
the fantasy, a soak
an Autumn bath of leaves
the stately sigh of oak
in quietness divine
by brandy quell of warmth
the crunch of hooves in snow
a pen and paper touch
and subtle shade aglow
in quietness divine
calm wings with songs enchant
all Spring is kin of dawn
behold a lake with swans
pink petals on rose lawn
1/25/2021
ALL YOURS
SPONSOR: BRIAN STRAND
April has a lovely appearance.
The clocks are set forward by one hour.
April showers fetch May flowers.
The soil is kept moist by gentle rains.
On the kitten's paws in the early dawn.
Soft, soothing breezes soothe the senses.
And ocean sounds to soothe your soul.
It's time to let it arise; April has arrived.
Even in April, the nights still cold.
During the day, it was pretty calm.
It's difficult for us to observe the flowers.
Overshadowed by the shower glower.
The flowers bloom with the moment.
Followed by the leaves in April and May.
Filling the flowers with a delicate beauty?
There were a lot of flowery, citrusy scents.
Licorice with fennel and aniseed flavors.
The happiest time of the year.
Summer and spring are merrier.
We sowed the seeds in the garden.
After the last frost had passed.
Most likely, we're eager to yield it a whirl.
To feel the warm scent of April.
It's optimistic and charming.
As it stretches, and as we admire.
The month of April brings sureness
various types of tinny songbirds are active.
By tomorrow, April will have moved on.
I'm ecstatic with the lovely May blossoms.
April will conceal tomorrow's tears and redness.
April is a month of sobriety.
April shudders at the fun life.
Faith and hope are constant companions.
We're thinking around our rebirth.
Anything that is in the routine of being renewed.
There will be a lot of family pets and newborns.
Thank you for resurrecting the dazzles, April.
We've been dealing with heavy snow for months.
God was merciful, and the earth was in his hands.
In April, this is a symbol of God's line with the spirit.
Creating a delighted and equitable society.
Written: April 11, 2021
Edited : April 24, 2021
All Yours (Apr 25) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
In my dreams…
There came a morning, full of light
When all my heart felt so very bright
Like Christmas with visions of candy canes
There was Summertime and visions of…
Lemony sunrises and tangerine sunsets,
Vibrant red strawberry wheels for skates
And hearty pink watermelon wheels for bikes
Roller skating tasted of strawberries
While bike riding tasted of watermelon
The sunrise tasted tart as lemon pie
And sunset tasted citrusy like a tangerine
When nightfall set in and there came stars
Sparkling and swirling around a full silver moon
I could taste the light, falling across the night
Reminding me why its signals were so alive
On and on the dream continued…
I breathed in cotton candy echoes
Through rose scented halos of chocolate
I read peanut butter poetry
And listened to peach flavored songs
I watched the joy of a dazzling butterfly
Winging its way through a caramel orchard
When I awoke… to the sounds of morning
Coffee brewing and bacon sizzling,
My mother humming the notes of gentleness,
I only felt the trembling ache of a drooling yearning..,
For a bicycle with wheels of sweetest watermelon
Dripping with sugary sweet tenderness!
A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
June 28, 2022
Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest.
Pulverized by constant wear
of boots on dusty trails.
Debris of lifeless memories
detached from vital source,
scattered broken on apathetic earth,
pummeled by the passerby.
A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated
in the spiraling downward dance of fall,
to publicly mourn its own demise
at the foot of the future,
blooming green and leafy in the sun.
Life starts and bursts so young and eager.
And so the workhouse of servitude begins its tasks.
Fully ripened and heavy in the heat of maturity
then snapping, sailing in the autumnal chill.
Yet in death, oh my, the scent returns,
a citrusy, mint, rosemary-like eulogy.
Eucalyptus snaps the loudest in refrain
to a singular journey at its end.
night market! a juggle of flavors
succulent and citrusy with
pears pumpkins peaches inflamed
and clothed in sweetened rinds like
watercolors of tangerine and mauve...
stems dipped in waters of tender sun
flesh touching flesh,
nectar glazing bronze on squirts turned into nectar,
into savory brine... then to wiggle
upon a harvest filling
quilted baskets sucked and chewed: beaded
globules, bulbs rippling in own honeyed pools,
tangy fruitage which bears the ripest of ovules
lacing the tongue ambrosial. tangy...
and ladies like rush home with flushed romance
in their heads
with piles of delicacies bending swirling
on their ample chests
to taste the liquid radiant syrup
of eve's craving for a night lovers' feast.
For Debbie Guzzi's Just A Little Bit Of Sugar
2/22/2017
In a cozy corner of the world, where tranquility resides,
A hot cup of tea, a blissful magic, gently abides.
Its fragrance lingers in the air, enveloping with warmth,
Inviting calmness and serenity, where worries subside.
With graceful grace, the teapot pours its liquid gold,
Amber hues swirling, secrets of solace unfold.
A mix of flavors dance upon my eager tongue,
A delicate feel of love, emotions yet to be told.
In the delicate ceramic cup, adorned with grace,
Tea leaves embrace hot water, a joyful embrace.
Infusing the essence of nature's garden, drink deep,
A moment of respite, a journey to a tranquil space.
Sipping slowly, time takes a rest, the world slows down,
A gentle sip, a precious pause, serenity is found.
The troubles dissolve like sugar within one sip,
Basking in the comfort, a soothing comfort is crowned.
With each tender sip, the senses awaken anew,
A dance of flavors, a blend of joy in every brew.
From Earl Grey's citrusy tang to jasmine's soft allure,
A cup of tea tells tales, awakening the soul, it's true.
So, let this cup of tea be your companion dear,
A remedy for the mind, a balm for the heart's fear.
In its warmth and simplicity, find comfort and peace,
And let its magic guide you, as life's journey steers.
A Romios Midsummer’s Dream
In any weather, whether it be sun-kissed
or intensely stormy.
Is to find residence and warmth in the
incandescent,arms of her loving honey!
His olive-skinned arms encircled her,
like stippled, gold, giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath, Mon Dieu,
makes her body both shudder and sing!
In his forever, velvet, house she chooses
to abide.
Listening to his Hellenic heart beat, as
strong as the Aegean Sea's tides.
Nothing in this merciless world does she
desire with her soul, more than this.
Her butterfly winged, home and a forevermore
Greek lastling, delicious kiss!
7/4/2024
I didn't understand why it happened to them
some insane reason to seperate
people who love one another
tieing the knot: she smiled
making the whole thing fit
pull the lace from your face
and kiss me!
she sliced potatoes and filled them
with a smoked fish and dill and a citrusy
cream cheese mix. They looked like
ice-cream sandwiches. I asked her
to use cured ham for mine since
I don't eat fish. The potatoes were
boiled and blanced: filled and topped
she buttered the tops and baked until
golden brown.
A roasted garlicy parmesan and
ground beef dish with rice noodle
and a citrus sauce was excellent choice.
Choosey people will even like this one.
cook the broccoli until el dente. boiling
in salted water. In a pan add lemon juice
butter and heavy cream make sauce
add parmesan and set aside.Brown ground beef
and garlic and onions add citrus sauce
and add to cooked rice noodles.
French rice sausage recipe
5 cups of cooked rice
4 pounds of cooked ground pork
1/4 cup of vermouth 2 T lemon Zest
3 Tablespoons of cayeene
3 1/2 T of toasted fenne4 T of minced garlic
1/4 cup each of sauteed
red bell pepper
celery
onion1 cup of chicken stock
3 table spoons of drained ricotta
3 tablespoons of neufchatel
1/4 T smoked paprika
1/4 T ground mace
2 Tablespoons of minced ground ginger
mix and make sausages stuffing
them in sausage casings.
fry. bake, broil, grill, or boil!
So many crumpled letters, and I still can’t exactly say
How my heart crawls for you as toes knot cold feet,
Oh Sammy, will you ever guess what stuns my joy
When we lie on dim parks till all fireflies trill the night?
But we’re kind of best friends giggling in the sand
Flowers sent with buddy notes, the tummy spins
As hands freeze when you ruffle my wind-blown hair;
How I wish my words can fly, “come, kiss me quick!”
The moonlight whispers our names with burnt desire
Igniting wishful dreams when eyes meet skin to skin
So kiss me quick, baby, our theme song plays along,
Yearning to unleash sweet flame in a dance of bliss;
And here I am, right under your hot, hot breath
With citrusy scent that may give you some hint,
Hoping you'd taste my lips in a rush of love's ride
Or my mouth might kiss you quick, just out of the blue!
*kiss me quick
The KISSING GAME CONTEST of PD
By nette onclaud
10/8/22
On it, worth the risk to me
You must be kidding me
Why live to be
In nothing but misery?
Just like that instantly
Another epiphany
Seeing it all vividly
Never was into me
But she took the L, so I'mma call her Hilary
Had no idea about my true versatility
The same can be said for what I do skillfully
She tried to switch on me
Being finicky
So I gave her the boot, Italy
Now every minute she
Texts about missing me
Never ended up knicking me
These boys think they funny
I'mma call em' Timothy
No matter all the trickery
It's been this way since the dawn of history
People fast to reach for artillery
A decline or rise in activity
Realize nothing is given free
If it's meant to it will be
Otherwise, it'll occur differently
Nearby and across the distant seas
Close or way off in the trees
Truth surfacing or still remaining a mystery
Speaking honest or metaphysically
This is beyond a soliloquy
Too much of it is contradictory
I'm keeping my third eye open literally
Watching out my periphery
In order to maintain victory
All these fakes doing it artificially
Biting each other what good is the industry
A bunch of copycats and mini-me's
I'm always off large amounts of Christmas Tree
Sometimes it's citrusy
Occasionally I partake in wizardry
But never do I associate with any ministry
In the air the scent of hickory
Often it involved electricity
Then turned into a trilogy
There was no need for back-up or an infantry
In order for there to be symmetry
It required consistency
As well as resiliency
In any vicinity
By now, do you think I care if it's a sin to me?
Believe it or not, like Ripleys
The slope always slippery
Can't let it go in the breeze
Or worry about chickadees
Seeing it all clear not just through vivid dreams
Still drinking and smoking like it's healing me
Truth be told it's slowly killing me