Short Cranberries Poems

Popular meringue dream
Plastered over with cream
Peppered  with strawberries
Possibly cranberries
Probably ambitious
Perhaps not nutritious
Perfectly delicious
...

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Tender, dark and white meat,
Tangy cranberries and
The best-mashed potatoes
Topped with a thick gravy;
That is so delicious,
The mouth-watering smell
Triggers my appetite....

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Bright, red, tart cranberries boil 
with white sugar sweet
cooled the sauce is mixed with nuts
orange rinds a treat
chilled to perfection 
served beside
yum!

*I'm thankfull for my health....

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
Cranberries are kinda cool
When I thought I heard a meow
from fred who was a bit of a tool
he was eating fruit right now
and though the Jonas brothers were cool...

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• Cranberries for eyes
• Are a unique surprise
• "Not everything has this," she states
• Attempting to jump the gates
• Not long after something flies over my head
• Her eyes had holes that were leaking red...

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Portion
Sweet Apple Pie
A very large helping 
Turkey and dressing with cranberries
Ample

Blessings
Each day of the year ~ generous  
Thy spirit floods my soul
My cup overflows
Quantum 

Psalms 119: 57, Philippines 4: 11-12...

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All of March, within what seems to have been light winds,

(and out like a lamb this Spring)

I enjoyed arugala salads with dried cranberries and a 

sprinkling of sunflower seeds, and tomatoes, 

and carrots.

-I waited for the winds to really start
to ROAR-

-Intruder(s), STOP-...

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It all starts with the cornbread
buttermilk, of course
seared in an iron skillet
crunchy outer crust
southern tradition
slap-your-mom
good!

Crawfish, Andouille sausage,
crumbled up cornbread,
onions, celery, apples,
cranberries, pecans,
cinnamon and sage,
moistened and
baked!
...

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Brisk this morning, frost covered leaves
Quiet the house, warmed from inside
A stove meant to fry eggs and bacon
Becomes the scent of a turkey

Early the guest's arise in anticipation
Dry dressing smothered in succelant gravy
Moist white meat surrounded by cranberries
Or to enjoy a cup coffee with family...

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Spring mix sprinkled with balsamic and fig
A whirligig of walnuts and crisp cranberries
Décor’s sweet dawn of strawberries
A fork and buds to taste
At first so cold then so warm somehow
As fiber and vitamins rush
To aid the holiday’s overindulgence
Of snow and damp, fat and sweet

12/19/2016...

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red cranberries
color your cheeks
bright sunlight streaks soft hair tied up
against the heat
hot steps in powder dirt bring us close to the ocean
dune
again

fall over
the ocean below us a kingdom to behold
fresh breeze wipes away  childrens screams
cold water
brings us to

lets
hide away at the beach end
let the dog run
let the burn begin...

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Thanksgiving Day is the word

Someone giving me the bird

Cranberries and pumpkin pie

Mashed potatoes catch my eye

Casseroles and deviled eggs

Buttered corn and turkey legs

Salads, rolls, and cobblers deep

After dinner fast asleep

A couple hours, hear me snore

Wide awake, I want some more

Chowing down, I just can't stop

Now I think I'm gonna pop...

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Dry and brittle
Crack then snap
Two as one 
A wish apart
Tradition is
A Turkey Bone
Golden brown
Lips watering
A taste of gravy
Pumpkin pie awaits
Cranberries and
Potatoes mashed
Parades with balloons
Football games
An easy chair
Snoring and sleeping
Children playing
Snowman created
Carrot nose and coal
Dishes can wait
This day ends
Black Friday is
Tomorrow...

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velvet dusk drips ruby light
where the bog hums soft and low
mist curls like whispered secrets
on waters dark and slow

berries gleam like fallen stars
floating where the nightwind sings
red as love and red as longing
red as fleeting, fragile things

feet sink deep in crimson pools
visions dance in tangled beams
a taste so tart it wakes the soul
lost inside my cranberry dreams...

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Cranberry Harvest

The golden leaves crunch under my feet
As I watch the seven harvest machines dance
Across the cranberry field in choreographed formation.

The thick black rain clouds are blown by fierce winds
Allowing the bright sun to make an appearance.
The heavy fragrance of fall foliage is in the air.

The small, tart, red berries pop up
To float on flooded fields…..
The great cranberry harvest has begun!...

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We unveiled her as the juniper tree
bowed down low to the ground 
From the balcony, kids threw cranberries
which got stuck in her apple sprig crown
A humming bird swept past her shoulder
and graced her with jasper and jade
The elm tree showed her his virtue
as she quivered under his shade
And in the evening we peeled the rind
right off of the luscious moon
to slather her thick and gracious
on the headstone of her tomb....

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Bread crumbs, cranberries, sausage
Seasoning adds touch
A big hit with guest each year
Spice morphs to beauty
Table feels complete
Stuffing rocks...
Yum!

*I am thankful for all of my beautiful friends here at the Soup…and for lovely judges like Gwen who take their time to offer us such fun contests.  Yes, I am trying to 'butter up' the judge a little but this poem is about stuffing -n- Thanksgiving so makes it ok, right? :)...

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Cranberries
Not that canned glop
That jiggles like jelly
But real cranberries

Turkey
Not a loaf
That does not have a taste
But the real thing

Gravy
Made with turkey drippings
Makes stuffing and potatoes
hot, I dream of it.

warm yeast rolls
With real butter
Satisfying
In a surreal way

Pumpkin pie
Garnished with Cool Whip
Announces
Thanksgiving

Throw in people
Old and young and
Laughter
A winning combination...

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Freshly fallen snow sparkling in the sunlight leading a trail to grandmas cabin nestled deep within the woods, where tall trees cover the area a hidden beauty seen mostly in fairytales. 

The smell of pine, cedar, and oak combined with smoke from the chimney and the reddest cranberries you have ever seen capturing the moment in delight with the aroma of freshly made cinnamon buns served with coffee overlooking the fresh sparkling snow in a cabin covered in snow....

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I sketch musky infernos with kohl ink
when dead wings of flurry moon lace my
copper blue lashes and ripples
of faith crash furthest seashores,
Draping stelliform-soul
in strokes of starlight
which drizzle as
lemon drops
upon
pink
sheet-
canvas,
So when red
letters twirl like
blood stained cranberries,
rose-gold amulets will
always save the salted flesh
of sun and wildflowers shall shine
as magenta peony-bows in
maroon hair-strings, forever breathing dreams. ...

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I thank the sun ...
The soil, the summer rain,
I thank the apple tree
The fields of golden grain

I thank the corn crops
And the pumpkin patch, 
I thank the warm barn
Where new poults hatch

I thank Tom turkey ...
From down on the farm,
And the good old farmer
Who caused him no harm

I thank the potato fields 
And the pecan trees,
I thank the earth ...
For bogs of cranberries 

I thank this land ...
The sky and the air,
For giving all of us
These things to share.

...

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