Long Tangelo Poems
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Lemons are sour and limes are green
mandarins are as sweet is anything
I like oranges
Kumquats and clementines have funny names
grapefruits and pomelos taste the same
I like oranges
Sweeties are as sweet is citrus goes
but I would rather eat a tangelo
I like oranges
Uglis help make your skin gleam
for high cholesterol eat a tangerine
I like oranges
Oranges oranges nay nay nay
makes a tasty marmalade
Orange soda is the best
OJ makes your breakfast
Orange Kool-AId childhoods
orange Hi-C is understood
Orange sherbet, zest from the peal
orange is a fantastic smell
Eat them raw piece by piece
oranges are a juicy feast
Orange candies fun to eat
oranges are a favorite treat
I like oranges
Orioles, blue jays, blackbirds, and red robins all sing
robustly to tangelo sun, as meadows and woods ring.
All through spring and summer gloss, as roses glisten,
Nature's noonday, jade heartbeats, cause all to listen!
Glittering gold on green lakes-an afternoon of amber,
Exotic trills rise, in quiet hours of persimmon glamour.
Saffron songs swell in the orange peel, blossom fields,
entrancing them into a dark orange dance of the hills.
Rivoli's hummingbird hums, in a purple and teal coat
even donned in green and brown, in marigold soaked.
Nightingale croons plaintive, florid, butterscotch arias,
and there is revelry of roses, in far, marmalade areas!
Day is so long for rufous hummingbird, in fiery plumes,
Enriching hot, lime spaces, with apricot, droning tunes.
The sun was sporting a radiant yellow,
with headlong pause, upon entering her space.
Tanned and serene, cheered by warm fellow,
Larissa’s slightly demure, emanating grace,
framed in the joyful shine of bittersweet tangelo.
Sungaze tints her bucolic gown, each thread,
a xanthous treat in the field of convergent reap.
The stipple wheat, its ocean of resonant red,
veils her pretty feet, as the sun gently falls asleep.
Autumn stumbles out, as Summer slips into bed.
Larissa Laluna with short crop of hair, breathes
in cooling air, the moon playfully turns her white.
The baby’s breath and roses, her sallow wreaths.
A figurine of snow, softly pirouetting at twilight.
Hope’s found in indulgent seasons she unsheathes.
Tapping on her bare shoulder, a yellow rush,
while pastel tulips color the lady’s countenance.
The bounty of seasons, Larissa’s paragon-blush.
The harvest moon, the gypsy’s discountenance
of rivers of green, blue sky, and a sunny paintbrush.
10/4/2021
Emile Pinet’s Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
HMS
What a cameo in the hot harmattan eve !
Sweet soursop scents marinated with the haze
And all the other ones impasse in my qui vive .
Words became satisfying minting juice ,
Black with currents ,mingled bittersweet after
Soft like lush ripe and delicious in undying truth .
But In this colorful world of pines and apples ,
With the sour and the dapples between the toil
We will weather the rains and dry foggy nights .
In all laughter and of youthful lovers delight ,
Not of science of apples falling for clues
Nor of religion with the doom preceding the bite .
But with all hope hope from a trampled rose ,
Earnestly rooting for the hazelnuts
Swinging between the canes of sugars and beats.
As it touches the ground like a whispered prayer,
With heaven's own sacramental wine
Wholesome and pristine “
Five centimeters beneath the dangling papayas ,
under a starry night gaze with splendor
Can you see how vividly the moonlight scrawls the pomegranate.
Beneath moist soils with seeded holes !
Hold your grounds your sprouting melon
So here’s to your juice you amazing Tangelo
Hold your grounds with bunches of love .