Long Oranges Poems
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Before and after house decoration photos amuse me
so many designers specialize in blah tans and grays
the before photos are often wild, whimsical and carefree
toned down to blah, gloomy and faux in various ways
I like oranges, reds, pinks and purples especially
designers ignore fabulous colors as far as I can see
I’ll live in a cement garage if I want plain dull gray
tan and beige also, do not take my breath away
color calls your name, gives the viewers a peek
at your preferences and attitude, let the walls speak
throw on whimsical touches of you here and there
don’t ooh and awe over blah-ness, that goes nowhere.
Lake Natron
the story goes
a guy meets a woman, his friends know he really really likes her.
They wrote another friend of theirs to inform him of the happenings
they had been advise to tell the woman that another one of their
friends would really like to meet her and they often play this game with women.
Well the original guy takes the women on a vacation on the Amalfi Coast there
they dock and oranges and lemons are loaded onto there ship. The fragrance
enchants her. While on the boat a half bird and half woman creature perched on the ship and watched them as the kiss and embraced steering for the whole duration of there play. Then after an hour of steering the creature spoke. " o shall lake she us o no?" And then again the creature said "Si, shall stand us shall then be there?" After this the guy spoke and said what is your purpose: and the creature took to the skies and circled over head. Than in a passing sweep it grabbed the too and flew then miles and miles away. And when it had reached it's destiny it dropped them in to the lake. There they turned to stone. After turning them into stone the creature flew them back to where they had got the oranges and lemons. And placed in the garden. There for an eternity they shall stand that they refused not to love.
People do the bare minimum to spite others, often as a deliberate, calculated action designed to impose harm or send a message while expending any effort. This behavior acts as a form of punishment or emotional manipulation to hurt, or control.Hylia the Evil goddess did this to stop the people form loving one another and found these two were the source of humans conspiring to do other mischievous things to one another. Friends support not distort was the lesson she wished to teach.
Bright colors purples,
oranges with gold
Float on clouds up in
the evenings sky
Brings a warmth taking
away my cold
Along with unanswered
questions "why"
Birds cry out in natures
budding trees
The crickets will chime
into this choir
If magnificent
beauty I see
This sight I swear I
would never tire
As long as beauty
I see I feel
Life will some day
again be alright
Fate not to be
predetermined or sealed
If I can see a
distant white light
Then if a happiness
I never find
I'll at least go through
life being ok
See still my heart and
soul will be kind
Life no one should live
any other way
The green rind
of the two-wheeler
remembers
Anne & Louis
with legs splayed.
They scream and laugh
as they race downhill,
then his feet with friction
still
the excitement, as
he turns around and faces
her, above the watermelon
cache. The kickstand
in place, as he plants
a kiss on Anne’s closed lips.
Famished, their transport
would be easy eats -
retiring would require
a walk to the farmer’s market.
They opt for training wheels,
as well - oranges are sweet
forbearance.
6/29/2022
Contest: A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Bountiful goodness of squash, pumpkins and gourds decorate hay bales
Elaborate labyrinth of vines dried by August suns lean against twilight fences
Autumn colors of browns reds and oranges and a flash of yellow light the way
Uniquely different each time yet recognizable from one fall to the next
Trickling leaves surround lazy sleeping cat shadows, illuminating joy.
Intricate webs made by Indian Summer spiders sparkle in corners of our porches
Football season unveils friendly animosity amid the joyous coolness of autumn
Ultimate prettiness resides in this well thought out palette of our master artist
Luxurious pieces of kindling lead to a red hot bonfire adding ambiance to the night
Flush with butterscotch colored maize peppered with red and black kernels,
Autumn magic has no comps. She is her own category, unchallenged
Lovely in her unparalleled radiance, honored with the year’s prettiest skies
Languishing in comfortable repose, not understanding her magnificent innocence.
Written 9-10-2018 Beautiful Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Antenna burning from red flowery scents
Bees, the epitome of hard work, rise early for fresh harvest
A radiant sunflower waves in the garden to welcome the workers
To yet another day full of sunshine and sweet nectar
Purring in a war like dance, they fill paws with pollen
In a buzz and merriment disguising the journeys
Of labor upon the wings of a tiny insect
The chain of life comes together to a picnic
In flowing gowns of yellow and black
In a stretch of African woodlands
Under skies, along riverbanks
Lament not the displeasure of a sting
Be grateful for juicy oranges and wild berries
Whose flowers conceive from bee dance on gay petals
Tire not from the buzz
It‘s the nature of life
If you do, soothe your nerves
With the fragrance of wax
That rides upon the breeze
From the picnic of bees
27/09/2016
Perfectly observant,
We share the same exact struggle.
Perfectly normal,
A conversation with all but one subject.
Eyes that refer to the category
Of deep need.
Apologies do no justice.
Unpeeled oranges that sit in wait.
Guilty at first glance, suppressing true desire without a word.
Wanting to unravel- peel away at things kept from view.
Mistaking ears for a heart.
Just what are we observant of,
Have we become profound.
A perception seen but not heard
Are we that oblivious.
Selective, inconsistent.
Following our hearts through unspoken lips.
Soiled in the thought of need.
Was I ever ready to speak,
Needing, urging.-
What is it that you are trying to say,
I feel that this is us.
The priority of a first thought,
Overcoming all else.
Every day, a basket of oranges
In arms reach- woven together
In deep thought.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Spoiled by the nectar of lips
jalapeno peppers
parading their truth proudly
making the fried tortilla laugh
oranges and the brightest azure blues
the sizzle of a skillet
my mouth salivates
strumming of a banjo
bluegrass music and cotton candy
my food hot against its cardboard sleeve
glitzy pink neon lights
smell of hot popcorn
laughter from all over the midway
Iowa state fair magic
carnival barkers screaming for my attention
fireworks will start in an hour
reading of my palm
her eyes are wizened
I am intrigued, her predictions magical
enjoying this day
in an innocent way
excitement extraordinaire
alive at fifteen
flirted at by sixteen
memory that still makes me smile at sixty-eight
Lilian invited us to her recital
she was a quintessential tomboy
We could not imagine her in a skirt
Or as a dancer
We attended anyway, for she was our friend.
We had always seen her in bulky sweats.
We had no idea she was light on her feet
or that she could look girly.
The prima donna was a whirlwind of activity
she looked like a bonfire, popping in oranges and yellows
Glitzy sparks appeared to leap from her tulle skirt.
We were mesmerized, was that Lilian?
She held us captive with her beauty.
We would never see her as a lumpy tomboy again.
Now that we had seen her as a dancer.
She was exquisite, the quintessential ballerina!
Clouds floating by in azure skies
pushed here and there by fickle breezes
playing tag and forming magical shapes
as they dance in harmony across the skies
Little puffs of white giving shelter
from the blazing sun and uniting into
towering pillions that appear to prop up
great mansions and glittering silvery castles
Streaked with enchanting reds, yellows and oranges
with a little mauve tinge that soon purples
as dusk slowly starts to fall cloaking them
then behold the starry night as day now ends
Now the clouds darken seemingly ominous
as they obscure the moon from earthly sight
with a back drop of glittering stars blanketing the skies
at last the moon soars into view and peace returns once more