“Alive on the page
Necessary in the mouth”
What dare you say
This poem is about
Righting all wrongs
A civil rights poem
Writing a song
For a sing along
Is it the speed
Of the best light
Speaking to me
The rest of the night
Cadence of brilliance
Dipped in blue ink
Raspberry resilience
Grasping literacy dream
The more spines I swallow.
The more rattled it goes.
Tea leaves behind smells.
Like broken pianos.
Raspberry leaf tea.
And someone giving a bike for free.
The more miles I ride?
The less taste there is cried.
Raspberry leaf tea.
Unreal as…
The musical key of a pencil tapping.
Or clouds being pointless.
Crumpled up.
The rule is you have to eat them.
Steeped and harmless.
A taste.
Raspberry leaf tea.
Is good but might be sour.
Horrible whiffs of steam and indescribable.
A little honey too.
in iris i e s
s l
moon
b l e
e d
s maroon waves of warmth ~
raspberry recluse
Something red,
Something sweet,
Something i'd wanna eat
Something that would help when im feeling down
I'd spread it on toast,
then take a bite
and when im done,
I'll spit it up
I did this because I do not like it
However,
I can dream I do.
Convince its true
No matter how much I dream
But reality its just cruel
I do not like what I fantasize
My tongue rejects
But my eyes say otherwise.
Rain is biting the building’s raspberry roof
Making a meal hard like a cold blue tooth
And the wind blows yes hear it wail
A lone leaf floats like a boat with a sail
Lightening strike as if bowling
Knocking down pins some rolling
Striking tree tops even some poles
Hitting some crops even some souls
You can survive lightning strike
Just the same from it can die
Surely you will have to agree
Nature is a force of mystery
Jack Frost got me hustling
To clear my car of excess snow
Bare brown branches bustling
As frigid blue breeze blows
The forecast was right or wrong
As I sit in the car heating it up
On the radio red Christmas songs
Sing along makes freezing fun enough
I watch a parent play with child
Shaking tree to sprinkle white flurries
Warm eyes that twinkle as they smile
Despite chill no one really hurries
When it snows in the south
People take notice in awe gaze
Kids squeal with joy so loud
As they gather it in hands amazed
Purple panic shoppers raspberry react
Buying bread milk eggs in excess
We giggle at their inability to relax
And see snow days as God blessed
Despite the nights spent so cold
Someone who lacks winter heat
May be a poor homeless soul
Or you due to a car wreck on street
Snow in the south is a white dream
Everything seems to take it easy
Coffee tea and cocoa hot we drink
With warm hearts despite freezing
I shelter aside raspberry roses
when the thunderous skies speak to me
They come to me and they hold me close
hiding their thorns along the way
These roses are few yet loving
they form a happy family
I watch them play and dance
and so many times do the giggles
But the main dragon rose is my favorite
she touches my soul and comforts me
But I am not a raspberry rose
so I will never be truly accepted
However they treat me as if
I am one of their own
This is true love
sunset red fruitage
raspberries ripe on the vine ~
perfect pink parfait
(July Full Moon – Native American)
Aha! Got it! Our young gray mouse grandson said.
Holding a plump ripe raspberry above his head.
The perfect one! He told everyone who would listen.
The rest of the berries had his saliva which did glisten.
How long was he in there? We asked his baby sitter.
It kept him busy for six minutes, and his litter.
The rest of them began popping out with berries of their own.
We rolled our eyes, thinking how great it was to be back home.
I have plenty of food said his host Mr. Dicing.
You can have warm raspberry scones with sugar icing.
Dragon was sure it would not be enough food for him.
But he liked this guy, so he took a bite on a whim.
It was gooey and warm and had a sweetness full of delight
Raspberry scones are amazing, the dragon said, quite out-of-sight.
Mr. Dicing was pleased, he loved watching the big scaly beast eat.
Dragon ate a bucket of scones and yelled out, “They are so sweet!”
If you have not had a rich raspberry mouse with whipping cream
You are in for such a treat said my friend Mrs. Molly McMeam.
She brought them out in goblets so shiny they had a gleam.
This dessert was delicious, delectable, a fat woman’s dream.
I smelled the fruit as I closed in on my prey
My arms would be all scratched up by end of day
But raspberries are awesome – fruity and pure.
Thorns tore me up, but it was worth it for sure.
We shared a raspberry ripple sundae ~ enjoyed sweet berry kisses!
2/18/23
Contest: A Ripple to Me 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
(Syllables checked with Howmanysyllables)
like a chocolate crust pie
is the flat-topped ridge
of a nearby large mountain
Topping mountain pie
as far as the eye can see . . .
luscious raspberry pink sky
high white coalescing clouds
trim the twilight’s slice of sky . . .
dollops of whipped cream
Dec. 12,2022
For the Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest of Charles Messina
7/5/7, 5/7/7, 7/7/5 (checked by Howmanysyllables.com)
Raspberry, as glaringly large
Package with bulk, bulging.
Squirrel-eyed and squirrel-grasped.
Nuts, bells; enough weighing!
Thinks me, thinks he, if and once dropped:
"The spillage! Red flood-tide!
Every brown leaf to re-tint!
As yet branched high and wide!"
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