Short Berry Poems
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Relative of the
Potato, tomato, is
The Wolf-berry shrub
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-6.php
Berry Throm suffered toothache
He went to see Doctor Jake
To have it come out man was willing
He was glad there was no bad drilling.
tantalizing treat
mustard burgeoning crimson ~
mockingbird lipstick
(June Full Moon – Algonquian, Ojibwe, Dakota, and Lakota)
Many of time have
I sat upon earthy ground,
amongst Huckle Berry patches
gorging in Huckle Berry heaven
with glutton lips painted purple.
gorgeous berry bird
sparkling dazzling daintiness
reddish pink in hues
verdant crown of green
sitting on matching flower
an all-knowing eye
Barberry strawberry cranberry raspberry
Blackberry boysenberry cloudberry mulberry
Bayberry puchiuberry loganberry gooseberry
Berry berry nice!
Chuck Berry is eighty one
still performing and having fun,
it is a while since fifty- five
when his repertoire became alive.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
snow dusted berries
entice cedar waxwing flock ~
frozen winter treat
11/12/22
Contest: A new hiku footle tanka Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Brian Strand
winy am-
monia mini
yams say i
am my
own way
high rep-
tilian brat-
boy schwing-
er rain-
ing ground-
ers through the
shortstop's not so
sticky wickets
another cluster of blackberries
was fuzzed by a fleet of mad cherries
the thin blue line was herding
as the cities were burning
come morning, old glory was weary
Monkeys
In trees
Eating
Berries
Berries
Make drunk
Monkeys
Ker plunk
Rolling
On ground
Stand up
Fall down
Sleep off
Drunk state
Monkeys
Mistake
23rd March 2017
Gathering fantasies over here
Dog day stories having much cheer
Berries get loving stomp
Barbera wine we want
Arming our heart feeling cupid's spear
Bitter sweet berry
Metaphor-celebration
Native peoples loss
Bloom like a crane-fowl
Shortened name over time.
Hospitality
Given by native
People, friends, whose strange gods set
Their end destiny
Jerry Cherry loves a berry,
Be it black or blue,
He also loves the red ones,
He ate quite a few.
He didn't like picking them,
So he bought them from a shop,
He mixed some with ice-cream
To make a berry slop.
Red holly berries
bring joy to snow-covered smiles
hearts warm in love's glow
November 15,2021
Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku Poetry Contest
by Tania Kitchin
PS syllable checker, 11/15/2021
Solfatara plays lumen,
Air hypoxic rites death,
Fumarole punches the stomata,
Coldness fired leaves,
Joy!
A run amok storm dragged trunks,
The warrior of plantae,
Majesty of a tropical mountain,
Every berry has glory,
Hail!
Blue
berries
on the vine.
Gift of Nature.
Unrefined fresh fruit,
unwashed, eaten just so.
Option to blend special treats –
muffins, smoothies, cobblers, and pies.
Scrumptious splendor, sweet summer surprise.
Simmering,hot, pancakes, flushed.
Battered, beating, bruised,
Syrup, sweet, melted, dripping,
Brown now, peeling, ripping
Dark berries, smashed oozing bluish - black red,
Hands and words tossed instead,
Pancake Burnt! Pancake dead!
touching hands with you
raising my arm to meet your fingertips and smile at the soft tingle
bitter berries sit on the edge of the window
fog pulling us closer together
i hope you remember me forever
even if forever isn't long enough for us
dark berries of vine,
quench up this overdue thirst.
sweet juices, divine,
rest on my deserted tongue,
colour me, how you desire.
07 August 2022
'Your thoughts on Blackberries' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
57577 syllable count
Mary of Berry was wary.
Deceived by a man who would lie.
Disliking men that were hairy,
also, most men wearing a tie.
She had her fill of directions,
from anyone telling the time,
men prodding her with discretions,
or drinking their vodka with lime.
I ordered lemon chocolate peach berry pie
Giving my waitress a joyful eye
She quickly brought it back to our table.
I saw my aunt’s expression, she is prissy, old Mable.
That’s four pieces of pie! She said indignantly.
It sure is, I agreed, and it is all for me!
So many great artists
passed thru death's door,
Divine, soulful voices -
serenade us no more,
But in harmony thus,
the angels will sing ...
For Rock and Roll Heaven
now welcomes ... its King.
The snow has fallen
onto the tree
it looks naked
without the
red
ripe
fruit
Sometimes
At three AM
On my fourth redbull and my second coke
When the dumbass on the conveyor belt put the bin in backwards for the thirtieth time and I want to kill him
I watch the bugs gathered ‘round the lightbulb
And think
At least I’ve got more time than them.