Ripe Poems

When the time is ripe

The world is crazy,
believe me or not—
it knows neither good nor bad,
only flows forward,
shaping wonders
for you to see.

A meal needs its patience:
chop, fry, stir,
each in its turn—
only then
can you taste its truth.

So too with life:
blended as you seek it,
revealed only
in its season.

Everything takes time,
wrapped in its own package.
Do not blame time—
stay open,
for it will come
when

Soft Air Is Ripe For Dancing

Soft air is ripe for dancing,
you feel the climate changing.

A hum leading tap,
raindrops chasing butterflies.
Woodwinds are no match.
The slightest touch a flutter,
melancholic masterpiece. 

You feel the climate changing, 
soft air is ripe for dancing.

The peace they display is a ripe fruit from thousands of battles

The peace they display is a ripe fruit from thousands of battles,
They walk among us, in a silence that intrigues and soothes,
We think they have always been this way, under a benevolent star,
But this peace vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times,
It resonates with the memory of blows and raw wounds.
A hundred years of inner

Not Ripe To Maturity

I finally get it
What they say is right
Never walk with a woman
On the road to maturity
That person will be in tears
And closet yourself to mature
And superior to your past
Then fall in love with another girl
And bad for the other.

Simple Observation 5 - Fruit that’s ripe

Fruit that’s ripe is easily picked from a tree
but things which are forbidden are not free.
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Ripe For the Picking

In the infancy of spring,
An apple orchard raid.
The trees are bearing blossoms,
Teeming with fruit;
Some ripe ones on the ground.
The gang, excited and well-prepared.
Jimmy is up one tree 
Shaking the branches 
As apples fall every which way.
Apples here, apples there,
Apples everywhere!
His friends get busy picking them up.
There's more than enough 
To fill up all the buckets

Ripe For the Picking

Johnny walked the countryside, sowing apple seeds
A healthy fruit, doctors say everyone has daily needs
He succeeded in his mission across America's frontier
Along his chosen path, apple trees would soon appear

From early September until Autumn days of October
these are known to be the best days for apple picking
It's considered to be the peak of harvesting season
before

A Ripe Time Trimeric

Indulge in juicy strawberry stars 
let that sugar soften your tongue;
The taste of Summer when it's cold 
you visualize the bright Moon of June;

Let that sugar soften your tongue 
that lazy grin will warm you up;
Frayed tank top replaces your hoodie;

The taste of Summer when it's cold;
Suddenly overheated and sweating
happy taste buds steal the season;

You

Ripe Time To Hate Kate

From time to time sets a bait,
Her patience she makes sure wait;
Over issues would she skate:
In sweet words the tempting state
And seek to mask thy sad fate!

It is not spurious her bet;
Her marked gift is a glass plate:
Something surely at real stake;
Time for you to right steps take,
Kate's to-be-voiced favors fake!

So, now it's clearly a

Reach Up Again

Reach up again, for things don't look
As they seem, focus your sight
From a higher place, for your true identity
Is in the spirit realm.

Grab hold in a new way, your spiritual gifts and callings
Rejoice in the innermost being, we are crossing over
Into our promises, into our advancement,
Our barns are filling up, our healing is on the

Unripe Ripe Men

A dog that is feeding on milk
Won't go all days been fed by an ilk
When situation makes him bilk
Then the dog won't be as fine as a silk

A ball at the back of the net is a goal
Two balling on bed must have become a soul
With the one that is in control
Pleasurably drilling the hole

Two

Ripe

                      Rush of intense flavors
                          Rally passions of taste

At the Ripe Old Age of Three

At the ripe old age of three,                                            my small heart was breaking.                                          Blackie had

Ripe Peaches

is it wicked of me, if i,
buy a peach and it's too soft and ripe.
If after these words it does, what you thought
it would do and then it well, just might.

And yes you know my fingers are more than,
any thing they do
and still you would have me, sigh.

What if i pick the next one up,
and

Deep Red and Ripe

a mulberry tree
under dark blue/purple skies
birdsong on the wind

red orb descending
midst the hello and goodbye
the wandering hours

evening breeze caress
sun lurks in shadows of night
mulberries so ripe

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