Short Edibles Poems

Long berries droop high
Above the ditch made sweet with
Grainy edibles....

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sprinkling my 
salad with sweet edibles
wisteria

...

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crisp and cold salad

Autumn’s edibles— it’s not

chattering of teeth

10/26/2021...

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Gummy bear! Gummy bear!
Gummy gummy gummy bear!
Dropped you down my underwear!
Sticky sticky gummy bear!...

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Imagine there's no cupcake
Someone in the house ate yours
No Krispy Kremes or KitKats
No pudding pops or s'mores
Imagine there's no halva 
Behind cupboard doors, oo hoo oo....

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A fawn 
caught
in a dawning
of a morning
kiss,
Head rise
and espies
high skies
sniffs,
Find edibles
accessible
incredibles
bliss,
It jerks
one lurks
now alert
amiss,
harm perceives
imminent believes
escapes heaves
dismiss.


2019 September 11...

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FANTIC EDIBLES
 
APPLES
BAKED
COOKED
DUNK
EATEN
FIRST
GOOD
HAVING
I
JUICE
KANGAROOS
LEAVING
ME
NOW
ORANGES
PINEAPPLES
QUICKLY
RADISHES
STRAWBERRIES
TOASTED
UNDER
VENOM
WEATHERED
Xigua
Yuzu 
Zucchini 


8/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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Two pigeons fought over a crumb,
The loser dejected and glum.
Turns out that the prize
Wasn’t food, though – surprise!
So the winner seemed dumber than dumb.

They waddled away down the road
In searching-for-edibles mode.
Hope they locate a treat
That is something to eat
Using smarts more than those that they showed....

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New Years Eve celebration
Ever so grateful of redemption 
With overindulgence of consumption

Year-end celebrating 
Edibles I've been craving
Aha so much champagne drinking
Recoup from stomach bloating
Swaying, light-headed teetering

Eek nightcaps of antacid
Verily, not so lucid
Eau de mornings, feeling putrid



For Francine Roberts' contest, "New Years Eve,"...

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Lettuce pray
for I can eat no lettuce today.
No Cos, no Iceberg, no Loose leaf.
Arugula and
Kale are beyond the pale
for alas a procedure looms
while fresh edibles are all in bloom.

It's Spring and not a green thing to eat,
what a bother
soon no red things neither.

For lunch I will munch
on the written word
compose a thing absurd
perhaps be lured
to pen a salad ballad....

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My eyes are my spears
in bushes of opportunities
they lead me with confidence
but it is only good scenery
and plateful of edibles I get
I do eat with my hungry eyes
my hands are too short
and legs not fast enough
to identify and catch real games
every hunting expedition
with empty hands I return
but with satisfied eyes
that mean nothing to my life
in this land of opportunities
that belong to me not...

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A low wind
prowls like a tiger in the long reeds.
Water rats race across a brook
creating arrowheads 
through the stream.

From a tufted hillock
I watch small fish darting,
chasing edibles
too small for eyes to see.

The fish have no name
that I can recall.
For an instant
I too am nameless,
both lost and found.

Now the wind tugs at my coat,
dragonfly-wings flicker-by –

an iridescent perception
that glimpses only itself,
a presence that is both found 
and lost.

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