Long Jellies Poems
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July Joy
July arrives spreading county fair spells
Pink chubby pigs and roan cows with cowbells
Excitement grows in fields and through the dells
Gold medal livestock for new clientele.
Hear the music of the carousel
Take a ride on Ferris wheels air cells
Take a chance on arcade games as well
Knock down all the bottles then ring the bell.
Revel in corn dogs and cotton candy smells
Sweet corn and cakes – prize winning show and tell
Jams and jellies with blue ribbons excel
Crisp green apples coated with caramel.
Rows of prized roses and vases of bluebells
Honorable mentioned quilts shaped like seashells
First place red barn paintings, sunset pastels,
County fairs with fireworks sheer joy foretells.
8-1-22
Contest: Christmas in July or July Celebration
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Ruby Farms, farm of the sunset,
With a blooming riot of roses,
Is at the shadow of indigo night-
The hour of the deepest color!
The hues are intense as passion,
And darkly fine, as aged wine.
Beautiful, sweet violets are
Blooming near vine clad wall.
And grapevines soon will yield:
Delicious jams and jellies,
Exquisite tarts and candies,
And fragrant pies and fruit.
And lilacs wait for bouquets!
Redbirds and plum butterflies,
Flit through greenery in midair;
And the sun's like a wild cherry,
On a journey to somewhere.
The world is all so solemn now,
At the tragedy of another day,
In lively hues of cherry and plum,
At glowing evening's last sun,
Vividly vibrant like nature,
Which is extreme beauty in old age!
Flora recognized the brownie’s despair
His depression wafted and waved in the summer air
She herself had been the victim of some sad times
The cure was to volunteer for the March of dimes
You need to get outside of your sorrow and do some good.
When your heart expands, like it probably should…
You will stop wallowing and yelping and see better times.
Okay, he agreed, but does it always have to be the March of dimes?
No, volunteer to help an older person who cannot get around.
Bring up their canned jellies, jams and pickles from way underground.
Visit a day care center and offer to hold the babies who cannot sleep.
The object is to bring happy joy to your life, it is wisdom deep.
Applesauce Cake
Once again autumn’s jubilee of gold and umber leaves
Drifts on a lazy Sunday morning rain
Past kitchen windows
Where scents of coffee and frying bacon
Walk hand in hand
Then race each other up the stairs
To look for dreamers missed by the dawn
While aunts and uncles,
Cousins, sisters, brothers,
Fathers, mothers
Squeeze side by side into the breakfast nook,
Touched by the shadow of Annette’s camellia tree
Leaves tousled by the hand of autumn,
To breakfast over fall chrysanthemums
When Grammie clears her throat,
Midst suspended coffee cups,
Declaring:
“This year I don’t think I’ll bake applesauce cake
For Thanksgiving.”
Gentle rains thunder in the silence
Before stunned voices jump to life again
Envisioning a holiday without
Her crunchy pickles,
New made jellies,
Opened for the harvest festival,
Completed by the allspiced cake
Studded with plump summer raisins
And toasted nuts;
“All right.” she smiling says,
Looking deep into her coffee cup,
A gypsy searching for the future,
“If you really want applesauce cake….”
One voice resounds:
“We really want applesauce cake!”
Outside the passing wind
Pats down the season’s
Ruffled hair
While serenity settles back
Into her place at breakfast
Once again.
Creations of the almighty are inexplicable,
The Bee Hummingbird to the blue whale or the elephant,
Each creature has a unique form and shape; admissible!
Whether they're the same in stamina is irrelevant...!
Umbrellas-like in multicolor; no handle to hold,
Jellies of strings and ribbons interior-decorate;
Though flexible as though frail creatures, they are truly bold,
Water-color-like, they camouflage and consume the bait...!
Their swimming is like ballet dance in colored costumes,
With poisonous spray how ghastly they paralyze their prey!
Midst sea horses and other animals are their great glooms,
Mystically and miraculously they thrive each day...!
Like lonely stars of the sky are jellyfish in the sea,
Midst changing and churning waters, they are merrily free...!!!
A picture that whets the appetite
Lightly browned toast standing upright
Hemmed in on each side by jarred jam
Glasses filled with honey thus far
Upon a wooden table sits
A treat fit for nobility
Alive with beauty sits the meal
Upon the table fair
The lightly browned toast bids welcome
As does the jam light as air
Mother could make poverty seem
Like grand six course dinners
Homemade bread, jams, and jellies
No chance of getting thinner
Sundays' meals were always special
There might be fresh peach jam
On buttered toast with honey
But never any lamb
Sponsor: Giorgio A.V.
Contest: Ekphrasis Contest 101
Written in April 2015
Finis'
FOOD FIGHT
YEAH! Yum I am sittin at the dining room table;
Smelling all them aromas of mom's Christmas coarses;
Moving hands arms and mouths of all the children voices;
Fidgeting, shirring wanting to pass over dinner
let's eat the coconut pie from Aunt Mable;
And Oh! yeah yum I can still picture that mill;
On table waz meets turkees, hams, wit' right and brown gravy's;
Warmth smell breads all types there waz hole wheat, white,
also waz sum hot butter-korn bread;
A side diss of jellies and jambs;
And real fo real butter
Vegetable's
Galore
Hole Cornel Korn, Pees, beats, karats,
salads sprinkle with salt N pepper and time;
And after all this, no fish;
Wit all this,
waz left, but dessert yum we eight homemaid kakes with flower,
yeah, and yum even had sum suite potato pi;
All this good Flavers Sights;
And yumming invites;
Kin folk babies whine;
All these foods in sight;
Man this ate write;
Ahh! stomach eights, eight to much Oooh!!!
Must be sum food fight;
For Contest: FOOD FIGHT
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
Wind careless whisper, leads me to peer
To run... view: a play of cosmos dance
Feet - glued on this one enchanting trance
Momentum of crescendo
Filling me with all tempo
Awesome divertimento
On ocean blue, dolphins leap and hop
School of fish swims to form a line dance
Jellies jig and wave in modern pop
Gentle breeze sways leaves of trees
Lush leaves swing on teeming green
Bearing fruits of finest genes
Butterflies tango to petals bulbs
Bees waltz sucking nectarine from buds
Blossoms jazz bloomed on big pinky reds
Deer leads the flamenco band
Squired by birds tweeting on land
Mused fireflies mambo so grand
Fluffy clouds in cha-cha during day
Sunshine smiles in frug of golden rays
Bossa Nova rolls a soothing play
One-step day ends, night jives win
Moon and stars folk dance veils shin
Classic world in riant grin
(c) Olive Eloisa
7:14 pm
MAy 20, 2014
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name it's all about nature #3
9th place.. :D
After weighing myself and gaining five pounds
I knew the consequences were profound
I bowed my head and softly prayed
Please let these pounds melt away
I had made a grocery list to send
It was time for a home delivery again
I knew I had to do as I must
Edit the darn thing or my belt would bust
The sugar became Splenda the doughnuts were gone
Ordering those Reeces cups was just plain wrong
No more jellybeans the soda became diet
I deleted the white bread, whole wheat got to try it
The syrup and jellies became low fat
Peanut M & M's no more of that
Brown rice replaced white rice making sense
While Nestle Quick became milk at two percent
But Halloween was dawning so would I dare
Order a giant bag of chocolate to pass out and share
I knew I could do it not nibble a one
So I order the big bag for the holiday fun
My groceries arrived and the deliverer put them inside
I begin putting everything away my order seemed okay
But emptying the last bag I was disappointed to see
My order did not contain my giant bag of candy
So I checked my e-mail for the grocery review
And it was something I should have knew
I did pray for myself to lose weight
The candy was out-of-stock, ain't God great
A memory from Hoosier boyhood days that yet lingers,
Is blackberry pickin' time and the stain it left upon my fingers!
Stained fingers on both hands would a country boy betray,
That he had been on another blackberry pickin' foray!
Brambles grew wild on the farm and along the road.
Bushes bent low with luscious beauties to behold!
'Twas a pleasant chore for a barefoot lad with tanned cheeks,
Roamin' the fields and dawdlin' to wade in nearby creeks!
I'd toss four berries in my mouth to one in the pail.
Ma's stern admonition about that was to no avail.
Some were as big as a thumb, just so as to compare,
And I mean as big as Pa's thumb, I honestly do declare!
The pickin' done, Ma would shoo us kids out of the way,
Then, waftin' from the kitchen was a most pleasant bouquet,
As she scurried about preparin' preserves, jams and jellies,
And bakin' cobblers and pies to fill our youthful bellies!
Ma filled mason jars with jam, jelly, peach and pear,
And stored them in the cellar for our winter's fare.
'Tis handy to buy jellies and such at the store today, I reckon,
But the memory of summer berry pickin' to me will ever beckon!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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