Passionfruit Poems - Poems about Passionfruit

...Quietly waiting at the table legs swinging… Then, Aunty Jean brings in green soup. Mother-glares at me, sister-stares with me at the cold green soup. Is it medicine, pond slime, mushed......Read the rest...

...We deemed that we could never be beaten. Our flaws, too, turned out to be an asset. I would grant you a drink once you've eaten. Passionfruit, to recall which silhouette My confidence......Read the rest...

...The scents of summer waft through the air Warm and tantalising Nothing compares Soft perfume of coconut suncream Smells of the salty sea Distance aroma of fish and chips Summer scents drift......Read the rest...

...Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Proverb Let me tell you a story: subjected to twenty-four hours of snooze the same ......Read the rest...

...Milk drip slid pooled lake lick languish Cirus segments slice sour anguish Berries bowl buried, sandwiched Split banana smiles skinless raw Pokes ice topped mountains tongues adore Indulged in......Read the rest...

... Beads of scarlet salvation did flow down from Calvary that dark day Pilate light justice was on total eclipse display At the Golgotha place A skull view twas the Crucifix......Read the rest...

... "The Hummingbird Cake" The day started bright - Bright Eggshell Blue and ended in percussion dark and cloudy stormed in thunder pummelled......Read the rest...

... "The Silkworm’s Birthday" Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast Drops one feather for a qu......Read the rest...

... "An X-Mess Carol" Somewhere standing barefoot in the sand, she thought with guilty pleasure “This is the KORO SEA!” and conjured up a multitude of story scenarios Buccaneers, Pirates ......Read the rest...

... "Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)" “Don’t move,” she smiled gently, “stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”, I was sitting cross-legged on the lush green blu......Read the rest...

...“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said. “I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.” He’s talking ‘bout the stew I burnt, which I hoped he ......Read the rest...

...I have set foot in sands pitch black I have smelled the delicate aroma of mountain stream lillies My fingers have traced the lines on ancient dawn redwoods My eyes have ranged acrossed the elegant......Read the rest...