Short Pear Tree Poems

Single water drop
At the end of pear tree twig
Survival the goal...

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Pear tree tall erect
Loaded with ripe fruit to pick
Pear perserves, pickles...

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fifty-three year old
pear tree....
new buds appear  ...

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pear tree
scattered white blossoms....
middle of august    ...

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Purple flames suckle their sweet tooth and lick at the 
candy-apple siding of a three story pear tree....

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robin’s olfactory serves not
        the stinky pear tree —
Spring blossoms like a bride
        fishy-catch of the day

3/13/2021...

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Siamese twin pears 'pon the pear tree
Soaking up autumn's sun
Soon their time to cling will be gone
Frost will touch rose and be done  ...

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The most beautiful 
of colors vibrant and bright;
Monarch butterfly…
Bouncing through the pear tree leaves; 
a graceful, flying palette.
...

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a Goldfinch hoping
along an old weathered fence
pear tree blossoms

early afternoon
green woodpecker in field
hidden by wet grass

a small garden pond
hundreds of tiny tadpoles
wriggling at the edge...

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Years to grow a pear tree
Groom it
Water it

Dreams of sending it to college
Rites of passage
First Dates
Learning to drive 

Pop the question

But the pear tree dries up and dies
No seedlings to prove that it was mine...

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robins swoosh around
up and down the pear tree stands
gails blew pollen dusts

robins left the tree
fearing a storm will blow hard
the pear tree was sad

a new pair dropped by
finches revel with raindrops
pear tree smiled, birds soothed...

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there you stand in my garden
looking at us all
waving with the wind
protecting us all
giving us food each year
staring at the the garden
the top of the garden is where you rest
providing a home for others to lie
there you stand
the protector
the hero
the pear tree...

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Death hangs
on the poles
at our bank.
A Chinese 
fishing net 
sinks down
with baits
to lure into 
the fate. 
Doom lurks 
between the
darkness and
the blue. 
Joys dry in the
breathless net
at dawn. As
care snoozes,
snare catches.

First printed in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press)...

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tulip tree
leaves of lime gold tinged with brown..
touched by cold 'oar's frost

nude pear tree
golden fruit lays 'pon ground wasted..
two mockingbirds fight

mockingbirds seek bugs
hidden amongst fruit 'pon ground...
yellow jacket stiff  

Views from the porch..
A very short visit...

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Fruit Trees.

I have a little pear tree, plum and apple too.
When the fruit has ripened
I'll share it all with you.
You can bake them,
Boil them
be careful not to spoil them.
Maybe you could make pots of jam.
I know you'll never waste them,
when you come to taste them
and declare, perfect just like my mam....

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As the blossoms upon the star magnolia
Begin to fall, those blueberries now enter full bloom
The pear tree has some white blossoms
Peeking through tender green leaves doomed

The weather prediction is for freezing
No one let the red-bellied woodpecker know 
Nor the volunteer butterbeans that came up
Since the warm spring weather showed   ...

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Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk 
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution....

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It is warm enough to be summer
Thunderous jet flies over
My dogs are wrestling in the grass
Edge of forest is greening
Ferns and moss peek above ground to say hi
Pear tree s blooming with frothy white flowers
Tulip tree has one lone bright pink bud
The land is returning to life
A tiny yellow moth dips and flits in the driveway
I luxuriate in the calmness of country living...

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I was a fairytale child raised in a concrete family
always too emotional
always too sensitive
always lost somewhere in my own imagination
trying to love, and be loved
trying to be something I was not meant to be
like a singular apple growing on a pear tree
"Pull your head out of the clouds" they would say to me
they never understood
I was exactly who I was supposed to be.
...

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Sweat and the sea are salty 		
and alike.
	
A lazy man and a corpse
never sweat.

Mountaineers mount up the
slithery mounts.
Resistance yields, dissolving
in sweat.
Seeds sprout in the fallen beads,
life-drops.

Success floats in sweat, depositing
fresh joys.

Each victory in the history sparkles
through sweat.

First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US)...

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aware in a bottle garden,

                                      a pear tree

                                                        diminished...

                                      saddened so


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2/17/2015

Contest  - Strand Special 11

Sponsor - Brian Strand

2nd place win

Featured poem of the week commencing 8/16/2020....

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leaves crunch
                                
                               beneath rat terrier's feet....
                         
                                       five sparrows
                                             
                                                  in a naked pear tree
                                     


Written: 12/11/ 2022
For Brian...

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A horses head can carry many beads. Triathlons are usually in triangular formations. It is wise to get hold of a prickly pear tree with a small spoon. And spear not a daffodil in a morning dew. Sunsets speaks specialty sonnets. And when a dinner is ready it is to be assumed that amusement can be created from a sauce. Lengths swam on football pitches hahahaha xxx a hiccup in a tea cup. How very quaint. Xxx hahaha qualifications xxxx...

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Dark as departure 
and sweet 
as reunion, it’s a 
romantic 
syrup resembling
an expat’s 
life. A sublime 
state of
sweetness like a 
wife’s wait.  

It’s forbidden to
a diabetic 
patient, but who 
commits an 
ecstatic sin, violating.
Rapture of
now is in a negative 
impulse.

The expat squeezes
dry desert
for sweet syrup.
One sip 
tempts into another.

First appeared in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US)....

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Early spring field and scattered daffodils,
Framed in by the ethereal green hills.

Sun sweet warmth falls behind and tries to gain
As gray clouds drift, a calming sprinkling rain.

Under the dappled shade of the tall free
Laden with rich white blooms Bradford pear tree

A wooly ewe milking her small lambs, lie
Contently tucked resting until clear sky.

Baa-baa, scamper, and leap among the field
Awaiting time as mama made them yield.

3/17/2024...

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