Short Juiced Poems
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Time for a poet is
a Pinata of Words
It is dawn, I am up
to crack one open
flip the tab
juiced, ready to swing
and twirl!
Gone
grapefruit
yesterday
juiced to the max
split.
Wind
blows seeds
joyous hush
surprisingly
breath.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nancy Jones
TURN ON THE LANTERNE
OF TODAY’S POLITICAL GARDEN
Today’s new Eden–
Apples of tribulations,
Juiced with oppression:
New sneaky snake enticing,
Wiggling his sneaky red tongue:-
my eggs are
hanging like
grapes wanting
to be juiced
but when cold
my eggs look
like prunes so
tell me what
actually is
prune juice
and why can't
i find raisin juice
Form:
Sympathetic tones
of earth stretch themselves
to sip at heavens gorge
Orange juiced spilt skies
with wisps of dragons breath
as fire feeds the eye
Blur is burnt on iris
I risk
For cannot pull
my gaze
Justly, the old year ends;
Jabbed by New Year's Ball to
Journey down fresh, rich starts.
Junk lame ways, create change-
Joy to have first month's slate;
Jotting down thoughts anew-
Juiced January reigns!
Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green
melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh
seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table.
Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard-
of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.”
drawn down in
consummation
from heaven’s compost
I shall not be.
hacked as though
I were a succulent berry
juiced for the taking
I shall not be.
caught vole by a
diving shrike’s
talons
I shall not be.
I shall be Houdini
wriggling free.
©June 18, 2012
Kathryn M. Collins
Lusty two hearts
in the crimsoning tranquil eve
The lulling gentle breeze
coupled their juicy lips.
Playing with their tongues
that sweetened the taste
Was blitzed deeply
untill they imbibed their sensuality.
Spur with the slurp
and fastening warm aroma of their breaths
choired with their dewed jucicy lips
Excrement drunk like intimated beverage.
Our fridge is quite the crazy scene
in hopes my girl will eat.
Miss Judy brings juiced tangerines;
a glass is such a treat!
My girl is not a fan, it seems,
of watermelon-lime,
but as for me, I’ve high esteem:
so nuanced and sublime!
Our freezer’s stocked with sorbets now,
hope it’s not untoward,
but secretly, there’s one or two
I hope my girl abhors.
To feel the sunlight
splash my face
with kisses dusted
on dandelion lace
the sun juiced laugh
of a child running free
tempts my soul to unwind
puckered lips smile at me
blown fluffed on a breeze
twisting twirled round the blue
breathes the sky greened grass
wonders why wonders who
and I reach for those stars
soft weeds flowering the air
and I close my eyes and listen
to his miracles everywhere
A city up on the south bank of the Aire River,
Mossy with long 'loggy' greens,
Land-sides,flat like table tops,
Scenery,with a glance, so pretty.
Cool breeze,fresh like juiced lemonade.
Archival historical Art Gallery,
John Lewis' eye-catching towers,
Broad lanes along tall piles,
Roundish loopy ring roads;
bejeweled with shiny traffic lights.
....................My Leeds!
Yorkshire's pride...........!
A winsome English county.
IN THE UPLIFTING OF THE CHILDREN
(A 5-7-5 Nourishing Free Flow)
Human sunflower:
That’s the beauty that you are;
Continue to bloom.
You’re a fruit of God,
Loaded with seeds of success:
Juiced with ambition.
Be the you, you are,
A sacred child of God's love:
And He’s errorless.
You are the sunshine,
And moonlight in our blessed life:
Glory to God.
Remember this truth:
Only God can be perfect;
Just seek to be good.
Enjoy being young, the downward
rush of seeming omnipotence; too
soon the flow, inevitably will slow,
and then, the upstream paddle –
enjoy being moist and juiced...
before the creak and the rattle –
although youth may seem an
unfair battle at times, with challenges
insurmountable, often one pleading
for a divine arbiter, old-age reveals
the true tensile of character – and
the worth of a trying journey before the
welcoming gurney –
Protect until I pry.
Tighly closed with the waves of life rushing moving,
warm drifting current,
pulling me, pushing you.
Soft center, pillows of juiced layers of life.
Pearl in the middle. In the beggining that,s what is was.
Sensation running though you,though me.
A spot as small as the tip of my finger, my tongue
Mother of Pearl.
life will be made, and will grow in the shell.
That's why I know in the beggining it was
the Mother of Pearl
then there was love.
My heart in motion
palpitates a wild tarantella,
resonates vibrant valves
and grieves for you,
my choosing.
Then juiced on devotion,
elevates a blue umbrella,
supplicates and salves,
in letting go,
fears losing.
The reversal of motion
integrates calming distance,
initiates fast retreat,
this failing heart
lest I forget it.
No more to cry an ocean,
abdicates my once insistence,
resuscitate a love so sweet
become my life,
and not regret it.
Serendipity is a welcome friend
Who lashed out as if she knew what she as doing.
She took my hand and wrenched me near
Juiced my heart of its pursuing.
And right there, of a sudden, in front of me
Was something so sweet, so immensely grand
I shook myself free, knowing it couldn’t be;
For who would care to touch my heart?
To let me feel in a warm wrap of zeal
That was blown apart?
The days of late, the nights of gone
Have left me empty
An empty being with nothing
But a song.