Sherbet Poems | Examples

Thanks to God

Sherbet that is coming from lord
We drunk thanks to God
That ocean of power 
We passed thanks to God

That opposite mountains
Chestnuts and vineyards
With health and purity
We overcame thanks to God

We were dry became wet
Winged and became bird
Now spouse to each other
We flew thanks to God

To the cities that we reached
To that sincere hearts we touched
To the people, meaning of worship
We scattered thanks to God


Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su

That Heaven's Rivers

That heaven's rivers 
flow saying Allah
Went out philomels of Islam
whistles saying Allah

Sways tugba trees  
Recites Quran also tongues
Elysum yard's roses
smells saying Allah

Some eats some drinks
Angels deal out peace
Prophet Idris measures dress 
Stitchs saying Allah

All posts are from noor
All leaves are from silver
While streching branches
Concludes saying Allah

Brighter than moon, faces
Sweater than suger, voices
Eden's houri maidens
Wanders saying Allah

One who is in love with Allah
Pours teardrops from his eyes
Becomes pure in and outsides
Sings saying Allah

Whatever you wish, wish from God
Walk in this way with a guide
Parrot is in love with tulip
Crows saying Allah

Opened skies' doors
Full of peace all of those
Eight heaven's shores
Uncovered saying Allah

Ridvan is opener of gate
Idris is measurer of cloth
Drinker of Kevser sherbet
Quenchs saying Allah

Dervish Jonah arrive to your pal
Do not leave today to tomorrow
Morning to God's council
Let me reach saying Allah


Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su

Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Blue Cheese and Old Pickles – 3-14-25 Dedicated to my Grandmother Pickel and her famous pickles.
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Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Forgotten in a tapestry of shadows
Woven in long twilights and long rows
Of blue cheeses, tomatoes, daisies and flying salmon
Shelves, birthing dust bunnies,
Give up the last jar of her pickles
Sealed in clear mason glass
Still smelling of dill and garlic and her hands.

Her handiwork still looks
As fresh as crisp cucumbers
Gathered in fields wearing sunflower bonnets	
And the scent of new earth readied
To grow round again 
With new seeds
Not to forget the children she gave into angel’s hands.

Brought into the light, her love shimmers
Through the artistry of her hands
A rhapsody, sealed and sung across decades,
Plays as I ladle jam and new pickles into her jars,
Savoring my harvest with gorgonzola on toast
And raspberry sherbet on a waffle cone.

Echoes of the silent shore

                ~~~~ 

We spent our days down by shore
Wading out in the placid seas
Or jumping waves that seemed to roar
Rolling in on a warm sweet breeze

The castles built when we were young
Bedecked with shells and seaweed strands
Small starfish from the waves were flung
We crowned our fort with starfish bands

The jelly tots and ice cream cones
Candy floss and sherbet lolly
Collecting pure white cuttle bones
Carrying home for pretty Polly 

I sit here on this silent shore
In bitter wind from out the west
I grieve my friend you are no more
But memories echo…
 you were the best

Pirouettes and Whirls

    Spellbound, she thrills 
      to pirouettes and whirls 

    Leaves her seat to dance in the aisle
      the precocious young child

    Shushed to sit down
      her bright eyes droop

    O, but for want of a mentor 
      with a rainbow sherbet scoop

Marine Majesty

A winged mermaid blossoms, 
awash with marine snow ~
Poseidon's ocean-pearl,
breathing jasmine sirens
as iced eyelashes curl... 

A winged mermaid blossoms,
when fish-angels ache for
arctic apricity,
and glacial nymphs carve a
cruel felicity... 

A winged mermaid blossoms, 
as strawberry conch shells,  
drape the neon sea-star ~ 
my minty sun trembles,
and sheds its sherbet scar... 

A winged mermaid blossoms, 
hearts of manta rays swath
with love's ivory rose - 
unfurling aqua kins, 
that ruby thorns unfroze...

Caged Darkness

I'm laced 
in sherbet flakes,
swirling in aching wind~
as the sun sails amidst somber 
silence

stars scatter secrets
in silver across moonlit
skies that shimmer hope..
echoing as diamond-dreams
upon hushed sighs of sorrow.

listen to my heartbeat drifting through caged darkness~time unravels truth…


Form of poetry;  1-Cinquain 2- Tanka 3- Monoku

An Ice Cream Day

   It's an ice cream day, they say
   sherbet and orange cream
     sky, a slow motion dream

   Sprinkles brighten curlicue clouds 
   Lemonade sun bursts through
     breathe deep ~ nectar's rendezvous

Slang Footles for Male Names: Part 3

Always Prepared

Ready 
Freddy

The Untamed

Feral
Ferril

What’s in Frankie’s Pockets?

Frankie’s
hankies

Patriotic Guy

Yankee
Frankie

Of the highest Quality

Fraser’s
razors

Small Eater

Grazer
Frazer

The Warlock

Pagan
Fagin

The Brilliant One

Star Glow
Fargo

Something’s About to Happen to Him

Herald
Gerald

Poet

The bard
Gerard

The Mimic

Parrot
Garret

Who Needs Pudding and Pie

Georgie 
Porgie

Good Grief!

Lordy,
Gordy!

Best Things in his Garden

Gerrett’s
carrots

The Stoic

Steely
Greeley

What People Always Say to Him

Really,
Greeley?

The Generous One

Sharin’
Garen

Thrill Seeker

Gnarly
Harley

So Angry

Snarly
Harley

Embittered

Soured
Howard

Not Brave at All

Coward
Howard

What’s in Henny’s pocket

Henny’s
Pennies

The Pest

Vermin
Herman

What Herman Gives Each Sunday

Herman’s
sermons

Why Can’t He Just Stay Home?

Roamer
Homer

Better Than Ice Cream
 
Sherbet
Herbert

Get Him Band-aids

Howie’s
Owies

Nonsensical

Phooey
Huey

Always Amazed

Wowie
Howie

The Overly Sentimental One

Gooey
Huey

Oh,That Sensous Spring Night

                         11/1/2023




      When you tore my nubile nightgown, 
      from my youthful body in two.
      That sherbet-colored beauty,which I
      had purchased, just for you!


      Forgotten, quickly then, though never 
      your footsteps, in the sweet,hallways of time!
      Decades later, memories of that soccer  
      Austrian goalie and I now live eternal in rhyme                                   


       Your dimpled chin and sweet kisses, are
       but yesterday’s treasure, indeed, sublime.
       That starlit, spring night, so uniquely floral,
       Opalescent and with fireflies~ divine.!

Boogie Woogie Cat

I dont know what’s with this feline,
But I wish that she were really mine.

I think she’s the cat of my fun .dreams.
She and I would make quite the team!

We could go on “Cat Dancing with the Stars”
Bring home the huge trophy,in my jalopy of a car.

I’d make her a  filet of salmon in a crystal dish.
And reward myself with sherbet, it is so delish.

Two swinging champions we and so full of soul..
Tomorrow night, we will snack on raspberry jelly-rolls!

- Halfway Through October -

                                           orange sherbet sun
                                      prepare your jack-o'-lantern -
                                            a toothless monster

An Alliterative Summer

                                  An Alliterative Summer
                                         8/15/2023 
    
                                 summer smiled and stayed
                                 some sweat, shouting, “sinister”
                                 sweet sherbet, savored

Ecstasy

ECSTASY

 O morning breeze of West and South Asia

 Let my soul sip sherbet
 From your breasts like lily of the Incas 

 Nightingale of the night,
 The aroma of your voice,
 So sweet and soothing as the Messiah's breath
 Is the seven goddesses of Hellenistic World's melody

 And your sable tresses , 
 Full of Flowers of Taif
 Whose fragrance,
 Is the royal perfume of the Pharaohs
 Lull my inner sorrows to repose

 Mi orgullo and drighten of my soul ,
 In the sea of grief - I crave for solace from you - please do not forsake me !

 Here's a keffiyeh - here's a thobe or kandura
 Wear them!
Your curvy body I yearn to see 

 Into your heart's prison, 
 I am girded - Please keep me from the world of separation

 With your love,
 Neither world nor family is needed
 For to your soul I am entangled in saecula saeculorum.

A Stroll Down Paris City's Wet Streets

A stroll down Paris city's wet streets.
So, romantic as the Eiffel Tower comes to view.

Vendors line up selling their wares out of carts.
Some shouting, "one euro, one euro only.
The aroma and vibrant colors of seasonal flowers
In buckets, reds, blues, pinks and orange sherbet.

Colorful umbrellas tower
For shade of passer-buyers
In the youthful sunny hours
And the cool refreshing showers.

Evergreen trees so green and proud.
Other trees, bare limbs, leaves dangle tight,
While others drift from the wind thief,
And crunched beneath passerby feet.

Streetlamps a lite as the moon starts to rise,
Still the city streets are full of busy activity.
The sound of the trotting horses
Pulling carriages up and down the main road.

Dizzying lacework of simplicity of life.

10/11/2022

PS, never have been out of the United States.

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