Short Honeydew Poems

Tiny hairs
on the porcelain sink–
Ants on honeydew...

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dulcet caress
tenderly pressing
honeydew lips



posted on October 3, 2018...

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There once was a hunter named Frawley
Who lived in a shack, outside Raleigh.
His dog, funny but true,
Would only hunt honeydew.
The dog was a true melon collie....

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Lo! 
Years 
back 
I 
gelded 
my 
head
And 
ergo 
it 
knew 
no 
honeydew;
Today 
its 
sinews're 
not 
sluggish
And 
it's 
no 
time 
the 
cud 
to 
chew!...

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Lips soft like rose petals
Sweet like honeydew
Another thing I like about you...
Breath of Copenhagen
An feeling the slight burn
Oh how I miss that
When I kissed your lips....

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There is no taste as sweet … 


…As a juicy strawberry…
…Godiva chocolates…
…Ripe honeydew…
…The finest pastries…
…Junior’s cheesecake…

Accept… maybe your lips.

mmmm…...

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the watermelon
those fresh, cold strawberries hides
out of honeydew 
~
in the honeydew
so fresh, cold strawberries hides
oh watermelon

8/11/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©...

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A fruit fly with nothing better to do
Embedded itself into a honeydew
And laid its eggs in the mushy cavity
Which I consider insect depravity! 

Written November 13, 2022...

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Watermelon, honeydew
   Cantaloupe and peaches too
With Nature's nectar all imbued
   ~ Yet none as sweet as you

Tea steeping, coffee brewing
   Glazed honey-carrots stewing
Their aromas, so inviting
   ~ Only you do I delight in...

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rays deviation
gathered in the sorrow of flowers, smiles
falling asleep on the blood moon, honey
glued on the lines of the palms,
hearts
that flow like sand from the fists, masters
on the other side of the dawn,

rising dunes in the sky...

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Honeydew dripping 
From the smiling petals 
In raspberry rose fragrance
Upon the corners amid 
Her soft moist lips ~
Kissing their lovely tenderness
Glistening buds of sweetness 
Perfumed pearls; sugary joy
Heavenly bliss in this, she'll taste....

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Fruitful day

A pink lemonade sky
ripe with nectarine
and peach cobbler clouds
revealing an orange slice
on a honeydew horizon
greets us this morning
as we look forward
to another fruitful day
filled with love

Good morning Soupers...

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What am I?
On a sea of blue
Mixtures of stardust
Earthen rust
and honey dew
 
Clouds rising in a dark sky
Fly , if you must
One time before you die
Turning into stardust
Earthen rust
and honeydew
 
I can live forever...
On wings above
On stardust
On your love...

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What am I?
On a sea of blue
Mixtures of stardust
Earthen rust
and honey dew
 
Clouds rising in a dark sky
Fly , if you must
One time before you die
Turning into stardust
Earthen rust
and honeydew
 
I can live forever...
On wings above
On stardust
On your love...

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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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My perfect sunset

My perfect sunset…
pastel skies in watercolor
blushing cloud lines,
woven of salmon quivers
and honeydew destinations
curved in mesmeric waves
along a fuchsia horizon
beckoning to me
in periwinkle whispers upon
harmonic echoes
of forever love…
is always you...

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Weeping willow, sun-kissed haze,
spring flowers glow with honeydew glaze.

Dragonflies dance, sparrows fly,
endless rainbows in a cloud-filled sky.

Cascading waterfalls, hot summer days,
marshmallows roasting by a campfires blaze.

Bumblebees buzz, firecrackers spark,
lightening bugs glow all through the dark....

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Nestled between two bronze columns
an orchid blooms
its fleshy petals slowly unfold
secreting honeydew on a warm velvet tongue
releasing an aromatic aroma
of wondrous ecstasy
to nurture a hungry soul, with wings




contest some kind of sensual
6/2/20/ sponsor nette onclaud
Blooming Orchid, free verse
34 words...

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She was promised to another his older brother
who would scold him in jest taunting
I will win the ultimate jest

Her heart I will pursue the sweet smell of honeydew
Black curls frame her face
Her bosom covered in ivory lace

Five foot nothing in her heels round hips luscious lips
going wild with desire
He could only admire...

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A SPRING VIEWING HONEYDEW MOTHS AND BUTTERFLIES-

viewing pleasure spring
when live honeydew melon
out of butterflies

sunny dancing air
A white, dancing moth dancing
into the petal

spring viewing pleasure
fluorescent butterflies flies
as sweet melons lie

written words James Edward Lee Sr.2019©...

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It has the sweet taste of honeydew.
This is liquor for me and you.
You can be in New York or Chicago.
You can travel to Osaka and Tokyo.
It is in bars and clubs wherever you go.
This is a spirit always on the scene.
It can be recognized by its color of green.
What is this liquor of great popularity?
It is none other than Japan’s Midori....

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Rain sketches lulled dusk
in eaves of mint blue,
bathing tender flesh
from autumn’s debut--
Parasols sway and dance
through spilled avenue.
Green-gold drops ripple,
soaked in dazzling hues
inviting  bare lips
to taste honeydew;
wet kisses’ painting
love on  avenue.



Theme #7 -COLORS- (old/new) 
Contest sponsored by Skat
17 January 2016...

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Some friends came by for breakfast,
Which doesn't happen lots.
It's easier than dinner -
Fewer bowls and cooking pots.

Scrambled eggs and fried potatoes,
Bacon, bagels, coffee, cheese,
Juice and honeydew and cookies -
Many choices meant to please.

Yummy food and conversation,
Under morning's sunny sway,
Is a special way to welcome
What will be a lovely day....

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Where twilight kisses the breeze
carpets of lavender blue
sweet scent of the honeydew
village of cray grew.

 Meadows fan the fragrant breeze
dry stones walls in lanes appease
purple haze hugs the skyline
upon nabwood hill.

  Guardian of cuckoo’s nest
here nature’s face has no grace
on highway of windswept flocks
beneath rolling clouds.

© Harry J Horsman  2012...

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I’m wrapped in your soft, willow arms. 
I arch my neck as the sun plants kisses of sweet honeydew down to my collarbone. 
Your light breath, a breeze, brushes my cheek and touch’s my senses. 
Wild flowers grow where your fingertips trace my skin. 
Buttercups
Indian paintbrush 
Queen Anne's Lace 
A wonderland of colors, scents, and smells. 
I get drunk on your love Mother Nature....

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