Short Carob Poems

"If I could," quoth the cherub. 
      "I would ~ 
         eat carob"...

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My
crushed
fruit seed-
helps to meet
other's chocolate need

Title is another name for the Carob...

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Unmoving Sadness. 

The air is still around the houses today 
it could be because it is Saturday
and it needs a rest. 
Still air has a musty smell like bedding
not changed for six month,
the apathy of those who live in filth. 
I put a lit candle on the window sill
It is in airs nature, to try blowing it out
window pane rattles 
The air is crisp and clear  
carries the aroma of a jute sack of carob beans....

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A mule’s dream

A farmer was ploughing the field
his tractor was pink in the idyllic landscape
He ran out of diesel and went to get some more
at the nearest petrol station
A cloud descended, wrapped to the tractor in wool 
and took it up to heaven
When the farmer returned, the tractor was gone
The mule, unemployed, spending days under a carob tree
saw the farmer go to fetch the harness
Together, as before, they ploughed the field...

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strewn thoughts 



The skinny dog
snoozes on the graveyard's lawn
at ease with the stillness of the night
The fruit of the carob tree 
looks like a cotton pickers hand 
on an autumnal beach
a bottle of suntan oil 
tells how the summer was
A lone streetlamp sways
a drunk staggers home
he used to be an actor, stops and sing 
A seagull fancied to be human
used lotion and combed feathers shiny
Alas, it was hacked to death
by those that resist any change...

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