Satsuma Tumour
Sense of Humour?
That Groomer Rumour
Cometh the Hour
Cometh the TAN!
People Power Glower should Flower
Grassy brassy knolls
But proles at the polls
Sold their Souls
To joust like Faust
Ignore Marcel Proust
Cower before the Ivory Tower
Odd bod elite’s law
Tweets of Sod and God
No Enlightening
Repeats the prism
Or algorithm beats
Every criticism schism
“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod
Pot..black..kettle knack
Debauched cheats pedal to the metal
Out of whack flak attack
Unsettle our mettle
Plot to settle that score
Scorched and torched serfs
Any petal in fine fettle
& the earth's core
Categories:
satsuma, political,
Form: Rhyme
My darling Clementine
Thought you were a satsuma
Or maybe mandarin
Did not mean to presume a
Variety, you cutie
Ambrosia made with halos
By whatever name you go
You orange little beauty
Categories:
satsuma, appreciation, fruit,
Form: Rhyme
Bamboo Hollow
There’s a place tucked away
Nestled up against the Creek
Where the Clover runs wild
‘Neath a Bamboo Canopy
Where life is in rhythm
With the Ever-Changing Tide
The Low Buzz of the Bees
And the Hum of Dragonflies
The Notes of Nature’s Song
Are carried along the Breeze
Dancing with the Fragrance
Of the Sweet Satsuma Trees
The Steady to and Fro
The Balance The Beat The Time
The Magic Melody
The Beautiful Drum of Life
Categories:
satsuma, nature,
Form: Rhyme
7/13/17
Cowabunga
I'm coming in with a hunga munga
Near and far from any rotunda
Going in and out the umbra
While close and beyond yucca
Across desert, grassland, forest and tundra
Yargh!
Now I'm wielding a katar
And scimitar
On par
Ready to spar
Time I raise the bar
Hallelujah
Next I'll use the zhua
Above and below plants and fruit trees such as satsuma
Regarding any terrain with or without puma and vicuna
As well as waters that do or don't have tuna, beluga and barracuda
If that doesn't work, then surely will the bazooka
Categories:
satsuma, dark, fun, perspective, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
satsuma tree
with only one fruit hanging –
toy ball
1/3/2017
Categories:
satsuma, child, fruit, tree,
Form: Haiku
You are round and bright in your orange suit.
Sweet and at times bitter as you are a citrus fruit.
With painted eyes, nose and mouth you have style.
So you can look at kids with a funny smile.
Jugglers play ball with you as you dance around in a twist.
Satsuma, Mandarin, and Clementine love you as you’re earnest.
You please us with your delicious juices as sun rises.
Vitamin C enriched so we resist disease as we drink your prize.
Your name came from Sanskrit, an ancient Indian language.
You’re cherished by the Chinese for thousands of years---your heritage.
You are the colour of the morning sky of sun’s orange hue.
You bless humanity with your flesh---always on cue.
You’re now part of my fruit collection as you sit proudly on my kitchen table.
Plum nudges you to roll while strawberry wants you as marmalade in this tale.
Other fruits want to grapple with you so you can have a merry roll.
Banana has designs on you and is trying to find your pretty mole!
Alas that won’t be as now kids are playing ball with you
But by end of day, one of them will be black and blue.
Categories:
satsuma, celebration, food, children, fruit,
Form: Couplet
Satsuma, were you Man's first attempt at cloning,
neither orange nor tangerine,
misshapen orange, misspelt tanggerine
as you left the Japanese test tube,
ends flattened through lack of genes,
did they call you Fatsumo
ready to be fed by the thousand
into the bottomless pit of the revered wrestlers,
or did they call you Squatsuma,
yes, that would be more accurate,
no 'r' to confuse with 'l's
no 'l's to confuse with 'r's,
olange would not fit the birr,
tangeline, no-one would buy.
Your skin takes the traditional colour,
it hides a unique aroma,
and a deadly shot of acid
released when a manicured finger invades your very being.
Oh bad tempered offspring
you do not appreciate it when the pith is taken.
Within you resemble your fourbears,
segmented, regular,but one taste,
one simple taste, for the aficionado, heaven,
fulfilling the promise aired when your skin was violated,
for others, 'Yuk'
a taste not to be acquired, a failed orange,
a poor impression of a tangerine,
Satsuma, Fatsumo, Squatsuma,
Toysuma, Suzsuma, Madzuma,
only the japanese could have invented you.
Categories:
satsuma, fruit, fun,
Form: Prose Poetry
Satsuma button a torn reminder
of the writer who read me and printed my voice
Pages uncut and unevenly binded
with etchings of longing a life filled with choice
Midnight pass quickly and frail me no more
I yearn to delve deeper to see what's in store
but my throat is quite aching and my eyes sting in salt
I stand without blood pressure feeling to fall
So lost in her words, so taken with expressions
of me in her mirror of liquid reflections
Cherry tree blossoms as snow on the ground
as my heart sinks in silence, indelible sound
Satsuma button to start a collection
a reminder of the moment a soul pegs you right
Rice paper marking my book with discretion
as I rise with my countenance and bid you good night...
Categories:
satsuma, art, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme