Short Gooseberry Poems

good night miky
cute cut gooseberry
in return...

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portobello mushroom soup
tracle cured salmon
asparagas and poached egg
runner bean chutney
gooseberry cobbler
ginger beer
Cheer !...

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The Wife of Bath
       She made me laugh
     Can't recall now precisely why

     It's something she stirred
       with her foot in her mouth
     and humerus in gooseberry pie...

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midnight serenade
 crescent moon smiling above ~
        playing gooseberry




Submitted for...
Hi-Ku(5) Poetry Contest (Winner: 10th Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 05/10/2020...

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my fruit basket---

apples, bananas
fruit in my basket spring fresh
oranges, pears, dates

elderberry limes
lemons kiwifruit kumquats
honeydew melon

gooseberry grapes, figs
Marion berry, lychee
Basket ball for me

12/01/18

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr....

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The gooseberry bush, a thing of beauty,
bow to my lady, bow to my lord

The homely hearth and sty for stock,
Bread for my bairns, fat for their chins

The cottage loom, silks for my lady,
Breeches  for my lord

Work and sweat for those without land,
Bow to my lady, bow to my lord....

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Devil
Lucifer
These make sense
But Old Gooseberry? 
This hilarity to me is on the fence.
And yet in the dictionary, there it is as devil.
Whoever put it in there, were they on the level?
Devil
Lucifer
Okay, I understand each.
But Old Gooseberry?
This seems like an abnormal reach....

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      Mesmerizing in more ways than one!
 Astral wonder; lovers underneath Milky Way.
  Gooseberry-playing crescent moon above
Is widely smirking at jokes being exchanged.
 Cacophony of sounds; unremitting, inviting.
   A romantic picnic outing; quite magical.
 Lambency of twilight beggars description!...

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falling into faerie land was a terrific start
they fed her gooseberry pie and a lemon tart
showed off her poetic skills and raved about her art
took her to court to see the king, which was very smart

do you want us to try to return you to Kansas City?
She stared at the queen who was sweet and enormously pretty.
I’d like to stay here for a bit first, she said, feeling witty.
They were very sweet to her in Faerie Land City....

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were written by a woman
how beautiful would they be
If gentleness could feel
would it hold it closer
ashamed of all i am
but for her the try
the stay
the bees are missing
the party
the moths are high as the ceiling
see what i did there turned it a bit jabberwocky
To was being a gooseberry between
Kiss To and
you (you will get that bit later)
with only love a promise
always brought her whispers
fingers forming t's
and stairs forever followed...

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This life, a brief thread
to string moments

like pearls or trinkets.
With a last breath,

we can count
nothing as our own.

Why measure now
the weight of loss, gain,

praise, or blame—
no more than rice

to be nibbled at by rats.
The south wind is strong today.

The departure of any love
is to be expected. Still,

the sudden flight of the nightingale
shakes the fronds

of the gooseberry tree,
her green fruit bitter when ripe.

Published in Setu...

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I practice the right thing to do in situations
I teach these practices to children
I preach staying calm and in control
But when my emotions grab my soul's heart
Watch out! Stand back and pray

I think I am ready to show my tolerance and kindness
I should be fully prepared to give them a voice
But when they rile me up, and twist me backwards
All logic and well-thought-out intentions
Fly out the window and slide under a gooseberry bush
So here I go again, improvising....

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Glitzy gypsy magic, gathering gooseberries, giggling giddily, 
Gallon buckets gladly gobbling up gooseberries in grandiose style
Gorgeous ghostly golden goblins, giving the greenlight,
For grandmother garden’s grabbing gooseberry gala.

Galloping green grasshoppers generating groans.
As grimy, grubby, grainy, grasshoppers gleefully land on arms.
Goblins grin at grandchildren’s grumpy, griping and grousing.
Which will stop the second they gulp Grandma’s gooseberry cobbler!...

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You hung two big cherries on my ear.
I was delighted with the red earring.
The unexpected jewel was shining and clear
As your eyes – insatiable and dreaming…

Then you put raspberries on my palm,
And held a molecule close to my lips.
That orchard was wonderfully calm,
You could recognize my simple needs…

And I picked a sweet, ripe gooseberry,
And gave you it with extraordinary grace.
I was grateful to you for the red jewelry,
I touched the gooseberry flesh on your face…...

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