clementine through the clouds
a gentle shower of shine
not blinding, but binding
droplets of a restraining eye
so like a passing surname
a sign inhabits the Summer day
hour upon hour of aimless thought
of a most gracious heavenly soul
she had peace as I struggled
my mom dying from same ill
clementine through the clouds
melting like orange sherbert
my eyes taste its pleasant hue
my head in the cotton puffs, soothed
An Alliterative Summer
8/15/2023
summer smiled and stayed
some sweat, shouting, “sinister”
sweet sherbet, savored
Is it a sherbert day?
Any day is
for our particolored poet.
She waltzes in a mobile gown -
peaches and plums,
lemons and cotton candy pinks.
The rivet of cold sherbert
or lemonade stirred,
painted - her prismatic words
gently placed upon her plate.
we gobble them up or slow down
to catch the crystal shake -
the windchime of her mind.
2/28/2022
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that the time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
I had strawberry sherbert dreams
until they got sidestepped by
melancholy chocolate cake.
My dreams shattered like crumpled
pie toppings.
Now I have no desire for sweets.
Alexis Y.
03/26/2021
All Alone,
By
Joseph Sherbert
I'm all Alone here in the morning,
I'm all Alone through out the day.
I'm all Alone deep in the dead of the night,
I hate this price that I must pay.
Seems like it's always never ending,
I clock the days as they go by.
I'm left here broken from all the ending,
Of everything that was a lie.
And so I feel like that I ain't got a friend,
Someone to talk to or someone to lend a hand,
Someone to lean on that will understand,
It sux when ya really don't have a friend,
It sux when ya really don't have a friend.
Now I know that I ain't nobody special,
And I know from experience ya see,
But it seems like with the millions of ppl in this ole world,
I'd find just one true one for me.
Wish I could replay how it all started,
Wish I could rewind my past mistakes,
Wish I could go back and change the outcome,
Of such a life that was such a waste.
So I guess this is the way that it all plays out,I will die here at home and all alone,
I guess I should have seen this coming,Cause I guess it's my Destiny To Be Alone!!!
THIS Italian Sonnet does NOT have a regular meter,
has 10 syllables and a rhyming pattern of
abbaabba, cdecde
SEASONS SONNET
One year old today, pink frosted candle.
Year later, ecstatic, open presents.
At three, twirling dress, snapshot pose frequent.
Five years old, sweet toothless grin a scandal.
Sixteen, the sherbert punch, broad smiles handle.
Twenty-eight, sophic change - adult ascent.
Scowling at forty; fabulous event.
Sixty, blows out big bang roman candle.
Early blades of grass tickle baby feet.
Hopping white bunnies in carrot garden.
Damask leaves nudge the storm of Autumn’s grace.
Mannahlike snowflakes beg a turnover greet.
Seasons divine, but in time, the day’s done.
Shimm’ring eternal light, dawn’s glory-face.
10/9/2020
Boosted immunity is an aim for us all
Like most, I have a rattling compartment
Where selection of supplements offer
Ongoing trip, ship of health embarked
My eight year old angel of exuberance
Sidles beside me for her citrus share
When she hears vitamin bottles tinkling
Chasing crisp vitamin C's sparkling flair
Sherbert fizz raphsody rests on her palm
Envelope of appreciation wraps me neatly
" There's lots of of Vitamin L for you," impromptu joke
" Vitamin Love" instant grin returns sweetly
10th August 2020
Submitted in: Any Form, Any Theme 20
Sponsor: Brian Strand
at dawn i hug an armful of words - open dictionary.
i toss them in the air like confetti confectionary.
like sherbert they’re my own flavor’d dialect creamery.
i t a l i c s and bold, often deliciously contrary.
a twirling baton, orchestrated seriously — ‘musingly.
sadly twilight, strong and full of bright, smashingly
whispers “goodnight” and tucks away my darling poetry.
yawn...morning stars dreamily arrive on time, quickly.
new dawn, perchance happens upon an open dictionary.
2/23/2020
blush peach gerbera daisies
echinacea marmalade
angel’s trumpet cassie’s curls
chantilly peach snapdragon
christa coral bells
daylily tangerine
apricot whirl narcissus
a la mode dahlia
zinnia thumbelina
peaches ‘n dreams hollyhock
hues of apricot lisianthus
hawaiian punch carnation
sienna sunset coreopsis
indian summer rose
toasting pink champagne
hues of apricot
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020, Front Page Pick 2020
Hillsides shimmer in summer's golden fire
as marmalade sun dawns on poppied slopes.
I run with Monarch butterflies higher
barefoot in honey with tangerine hopes.
I hear the butter chirp of a warbler's song
and smile at God's creative citrine zest.
While I inhale the gold-coined sun, I long
for the Monarch's dappled orange vest--
If only I could shed my morose shades
and pluck the redly poppies off his grave;
I could be one with this saffron parade,
embrace euphoria, live the colors I crave.
Hillsides of valor: once I held his quest.
Now I turn to ruby poppies and I scorn,
but at myself or all in us that's best.
I cannot change the past nor can I mourn
a past I cannot change. But on this hill
I feel the poppies in their sherbert folds;
they lilt like orange butterflies and fill
life with sunrise, the beauty Monarchs hold.
7/5/17
June is knocking
at the door
dressed in fragrant
summer gold
cherry blossoms
cuckoo songs
bathing suits
volleyballs
riding waves
spitting salt
sherbert
sky
cooling
ball
joy of love
smiling friends
dancing
barefoot
on the sand
closed books
and open shores
bloom in June
roses
and love.
Honorable Mention in Brian Strand-Your Choice H-5/17/25
THE morning as soft sherbert
coloured \ as these Skies/
And our words like painting
expressions across love &
hearts.
WHAT! Yes. Tenderly across
the canvas of Our Lives.
Be gentle. Be wise. Be
you ~ that inner Soul
i know and love so!
Goodnight and good tidings!
Now we go (the both of us)
into the world.
And again I say I love you!
:: 01-22-2017 ::
Stars glitter aside the mountain tops
Casting glows of orange and pink
So beautiful they listen to you
Telling a story before they die
Casting glows of orange and pink
The sky is sustained in sherbert
It tells its story before it dies
Peaks echo and snowflakes fall
As the sky is sustained in sherbert
So beautiful they listen to you
The peaks echo and snowflakes fall
While stars glitter aside the mountain tops
Dazzling flecks of gold fall lightly from flight,
joy and grace spun from translucent silk spools.
The sun like orange sherbert melts from my sight,
resplended in a rich robe of fine jewels.
A cooling sky bathes in soft sunlit pools.
Honeysuckle blooms on the horizon.
Cotton clouds yawn, puffing over the sun.
Taste the sweet dreams of her ripened peach gloam.
From Heaven, kisses goodnight have begun.
The sun, now spent, sleeps so bright stars can roam.
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