An avocado is not a vegetable,
botanically, it's classified as a fruit,
specifically, a large single-seeded berry,
although it's a fact you may wish to dispute,
your opinion is neither here nor there
as, take it or leave it,
it's what's known as a 'pear'.
And yet, should everything go pear-shaped,
don't blame the avo, it's not at fault,
for, whichever way you slice it,
it still tastes good with pepper and salt.
I acknowledge my exotic beauty (blushing)
and oozes with bygone history
all the way back to Jeriko
An ancient symbol of lack of faith
Taste my sweet pear-shaped fruits
Cheese and my red-blue figs, tastes dandy
I thrive best in warm latitudes
Sun and heat don't worry me
just bring me some water occasionally
Deep inside the fruit, I have hidden my flower
A clenching of our hands,
A clinging of our bands.
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,
Allow my capability to disarm your fragility.
Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation,
You adorn your shield-maiden attire,
Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire.
Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by stitch,
Disarming that body metal.
Steel-clad discarded,
Billowing towards her pear-shaped derriere.
Lifting you off your feet,
Give me the sweet treasures I wish to taste—
The nectar of vanilla.
Lay back as I extract
Bridled years of frustration.
Call me your salvation,
Made anew,
Basking in the afterglow of you.
I wear a favorite ring now all the time.
On my wedding ring finger, but it is not a wedding ring.
It features a gorgeous blue pear-shaped topaz stone.
Highlighted by a band of eight rectangular shaped opals.
The opals are opalescent, shining pink and blue in the light.
Today I looked up the properties of both gems I wear.
Topaz is the symbol of hope and happiness.
Opals promote youthfulness.
Now I understand why I am drawn to this ring.
She completes me, bringing me joy and youth daily.
My all-time favorite piece of jewelry.
Blown Fuse
I won’t be parading to honour the dead.
Something’s gone pear-shaped inside my head.
All the guilt and confusion that have built through the years
Have blown out the fuse in the space ’tween my ears.
I don’t know the reason, can’t explain why it’s so.
All the rest are parading, but me? I can’t go.
the gray green frogs
that often
silently squat as still as bricks
and blocks
around the pear-shaped garden pond
are frisky
restless
they plop in and out of the weedy water
boasting bigly as they billow out
many a full-throated croak
- a raucous gasconade
that both far and near
splashes upon the ear
they declare
a coming of a wetting
as bimbo thighed
legs akimbo and wagging
they swim
through cloudy waves
of mincing midges
- and other madcap
bity water-skimmers
a sure telling of a drenching
with a later drip
of rainbow glimmers
lumpy
pear-shaped
bright green
quince
fibrous
sour
needs honey or sugar
jelly is great
contains antioxidants
helps manage pregnancy nausea
loving the sourness
thank you orchard
for putting quince into my path
I have a tap that drips
Drop after languid drop, they slowly form, pear-shaped pearls
Reflecting light, rainbows, a fluid diamond
Then gravity, they fall, only to explode to a myriad of ripples
Liquid slivers that pour, jump and settle
Breaking the surface, spreading, traveling
They reach an edge, come softly back
Momentum lost
Until they vanish beneath the returned calm surface
1997
At the font of her own misery she wept silently
beneath a parapet sky of midnight blue
Silver stars enmeshed and softened the water
as she drew closer to the only venue of comfort
she knew, ...
Amongst the conference of moon's effulgence
lay a quiet angel listening
to the in and outs, of a sweet girl's breath
A pear shaped tear fell on her pillowed cheek
not a spark from the heavens could rouse her
not a single whisper from Jala could end
the sorrow that threatened to engulf her being ;
At the brink of disaster a healing hand reached out
softer then the caress of the breeze
gentler then the brush of wings
As she stood beneath the silver stars eyes glistening,
she found the edge line of the water and giving it
once last look, she embraced her fears and jumped..
June 23, 2021
Contest Name: The Shape Of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
“You're a woman who's shaped like a pear!”
Said a rival with an insolent stare.
“It depends,” said a friend
who was keen to defend,
“Just how you appreciate a pear!”
Their delicate nature entices me to try harder
to stare into their translucence and see their souls
They speak to me from a variety of places
They are the opals, and they epitomize imagination
I wear them cheerfully, understanding their need
To show off their full power, and to enhance mine.
They make me bold, wittier, more effervescent.
They are the opals, and they surround a band I wear daily
enhancing a beautiful pear-shaped blue aquamarine
I have loved them forever, my jewelry box is a reflection of this
I glance at my favorite ring.
The one I wear every day now.
The large pear shaped blue topaz is gone.
The opal band looks bereft without it.
I think of all the groceries I have sacked in the last four hours.
Wishing I had not cleaned the storeroom too now.
Want me to help you look? My manager asks.
I am a check-out girl who also had to clean a freezer today.
It could be in six dozen places, all of them in this store.
Or at home, under a couch, or swept up in a vacuum bag.
This is the day the cleaning lady comes and she only vacuums.
I blink back tears. It could have gone home with a customer.
My beautiful blue topaz will be thrown away by someone
Who might not even see it. Maybe it is in a paper bag crease.
Believe it or not someone has found it and brings it back to the store.
Here it is now, safe and sound, at the jewelers, getting new prongs.
People are basically not only good, but sometimes great.
Summer Hat
Rose stitched onto a summer hat
Braided with love
Hung upon a wall
Overhead grandma’s twin sized bed
Alongside her church dress
Burnt orange
Long sleeved
Hemmed below the knee
Clear pear shaped crystals along its neckline
Good folk come around bedtime
Conversing over old pastimes
Words get through her head when she sleeps
A song through the lips
A peck on the cheek
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/11/19
Diamonds
are her best friend
said the girl
so many facets
for to sparkle
twinkle
glimmer
and unfurl
Diamonds
can be square shaped
pear shaped
even round shaped
all Diamonds
are this girl's best friend
Written 4th May 2019
Contest: Tribute to a Precious or Semi- Precious Gem
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest A STRAND (1065)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Carry to the king full flagons of wine,
this is your handmaiden’s duty mercy divine
Free-flowing ambrosia nectar fruit
mixed with stolen, silk tears of satin soft slavery
Pear-shaped heartache plucked,
a yearning branch uprooted from the bloodline tree
Comely cupbearer of the golden chalice,
harem handmaiden —
pleasure prisoner in an opulent palace
Captive crown seed royal body,
not regarded as a mere serving waif
Always regal are your movements,
no courtesan behavior do you display
Crimson hair chosen handmaiden,
innocent flame bearer of a fiery virgin heart
Bring the cup of delight
to the king’s hand at his demand
Before his presence, he desires you to stand
Celestial clothed ... cerulean robed
Chrysanthemum chosen handmaiden,
cupbearer of the vessel that portends divinity
Perform your duties with eunuch grace,
showing forth to the ruling princes,
your unchained spirit of indomitable chastity
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