Short Juice Poems
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It’s refreshingly cool
A hint of sugar
Bringing summer to my mind
She’s sometimes apple
More often orange
Marvelous
Juice
red grapefruit juice
refreshingly pink and cool
brings a summer day to me in winter
her sweetness loving my taste buds each time
J_Juice dilated
U_Under disguise as paci
I_In a sippy cup
C_Container used to
E_Entertain
And moms think they have them weaned
J-eweled
E-yes'
N-atural
C-rystal
A-nd
B-rilliance
U-se
A-rt's
N-ectar
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Jen B. Cabuan)
Summertime in Philippines
Where cart vendors park
Thirsty customers line up
To taste the cool fruit
Young sweet coconuts!
Pure Local
Juice!
Pureed pumpkin with water
Add cinnamon and
Ginger, honey and a dash,
Vanilla flavor;
Mix and serve real warm
Evilly…
Sweet!
Sugar cane world
Sweetness reigns
Life's juice
Strife is over.
Joyous taste
No time to waste
Storm is over
Sweet-home takes over.
Drencho_POET_Loads
In ripe mango golden pulp
Pour cream half-a-cup
Mix a few shredded mint leaves
Add spoonful honey
Blend with ice, I make
Summer drink
Grand.
Sun ripe and rotten flavor.
Thousand seconds gone as panic blares.
Shown in laughter calls and scalding winters.
Throw emotion to the wolves and see how it fares.
I once swung from a tree on a noose,
but I was picked, and I rolled loose.
Yet it's times just like these,
when they put on the squeeze,
that I become fresh orange juice.
saxophones
bluest notes intrigue
one cool cat
I've squeezed every drop of juice out of life
Ready for what lies ahead no matter what it's like
Exotic or common
Clean air or pollen
But then really at best, it's a roll of the dice
pears pumpkins peaches inflamed
clothed in silky skin mauve
skin dipped in moist marinade
tables squirting wine
sliced, baked, osterized
mouths water
wow!
( for the food contest)
The irony does not slide past me. My favourite song became my reality in two years time. A song that I loved but didn't understand now sits in my head burned into my mind as something I understand all too well.
Stuff we slurp up like there's no tomorrow
Is called “Kickapoo Joy Juice” a name I borrowed
From Al Capp's Li'l Abner
A strip from another era
For 43 years till Al Capp passed away to our sorrow
Drinking grapefruit juice is total bliss.
It won’t get any better than this.
I call this juice liquid happiness.
Good for a brother or sis.
inspired by a comment to one of my other poems
All magic—today,
past future astray
This moment—alive,
all others contrived
“Juice in the bottle,
cup in your hand
Pour out the goodness,
—live while you can”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
That stuff we slurp up like there's no tomorrow
Is called “Kickapoo Joy Juice” a name I borrowed
From Al Capp's Li'l Abner
A strip from another era
For 43 years till Al Capp passed away to our sorrow
Howl, I'm stuck
in your pocket...
...Quiet pin drops
Dripp Peach Juice,
Into a one glass Calvary.
Single Filed just for
Me!!! Please: Snapp
To it BIG BOY, whatcha
Waitn' for.... I want that
Drink Now Honey Bear,
Angst to nuff luv...
That first sip of kickapoo juice to start the morn
The old ship starts a-sailing, taking off from home port
Even still tied to the quay
No stopping me, it's out to sea
Dragging the pier with me, our minds we transport
iPhone chargers should be called “apple juice”
Bet they can't because they'd pay dearly for its use
Maybe a logo of an Adam's apple
Or a dude in pink, riding side saddle
Well really anything at all to avoid royalty abuse
I'd hope you'd
Unglue me,
but some things are
Impossible.
Now, with repeat
heartbeats skipped
Over and over again,
Your kitchen is indeed
Empty.
I loath sadness
so I become like a
concrete statue
Without any flavors
to keep me afloat.
dark berries of vine,
quench up this overdue thirst.
sweet juices, divine,
rest on my deserted tongue,
colour me, how you desire.
07 August 2022
'Your thoughts on Blackberries' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
57577 syllable count
Orange juice is in America.
Some comes from down south in Florida.
More is found west in California.
I don't always need vodka.
The first poetry form I have invented. It's called a "nonoku".
inspired by another member's poem
This juice of your lips,
Do me,helpless,
I go now where?
Except for his thirst.
Do not know lair me.
I am true my dear.
Sit in my breath.
Identification of your breath.
This way of your hair.
Do the heart,my worried.
I go now where.
Except for his thirst.
This juice of your lips,
Do me,helpless.
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