Short Peel Poems
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Mrs Emma Peel
Undercover operative with true sex appeal.
Partnered with fellow Avenger John Steed
She helped battle villains perpetrating evil deeds.
Words are stories to connect the past
Something to hold as we move too fast
Conveying any portraits that you feel
Fruit that is hidden beneath the peel
A voluptuous young lady from Peel
Her huge breasts she would try to conceal
So she wore baggy tops
When she went to the shops
But folks stared and asked are they real?
Cletus O'Toole slipped on a 'nana peel
He broke his femur and damaged his heel
He asked a judge to rule
"You lost yer suit, O'Toole;
A higher court might consider ap'peel'!"
peel me an orange
sweet reward beneath the pith~
life's like an orange
ContestA fruity haiku
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Contest Judged: June 13th, 2025 4:54:00 PM
Placement: Third
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, 2008, Mary Ann Shaffer
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The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
Letters, like potato peel pies, feed souls through wartime's occupation ~
I had a dream,
It was a nightmare.
I remember nights where,
I’d sleep.
I don’t wanna feel lonely,
it feels too real.
But if I don’t feel lonely,
Then I don’t feel.
Again my layers are starting to peel,
Which is a sad shame,
I was just starting to heal.
Whisk them all to peaks of passion,
Words and letters, deeds and action,
Flow them, grow them in the sky
All exhaled we burst and fly
Butter wings and liquid lifting
Swelled balloons for fingertipping
Catching words, pulp and peel
Need to eat them, just to feel...
When life gives you lemons
You're supposed to make lemonade
However,
My lemonade always tastes too watery
So I squeeze and squeeze the lemons
I wring them out until there's nothing left
Except for the yellow peel
Taunting me with it's "happy" color
I take a sip,
And cringe
Because now,
It is too sour
music to peel grapes by
alone and drowsy
after the storm
thunder has melted
away over the bay
lights are low and soft
melancholy serenade drifts
sensuously through the room
that is when they appear
swirling about me
in their full cocktail dresses
sparkling as Christmas
a mixture of expensive perfume
wafts by I feel the air move
Jackie’s music plays with my heart.
In the cool light,
I want to peel his skin back
And eat it like the meat of a grape
In the heat summer,
I’m painted, red as Cardinal
And stuffed full of Sparrow’s ecstasy
At the summit of hysteria
He holds me by the sinew
And bends it till I break
Numb on the skin’s landing -
Head had me like a dog
Trodden on the fiber of loving
I'm stuck on the wheel of pain-killing
The bite was a crunch.
So wonderful!
One's teeth could do that kind of thing.
Some later bites, performed with age,
cause pain, so awful, so dreadful!
One's bites can do that kind of thing.
But what was peel,
that part of the crunch and the munch?
Peeled off now, and thrown away.
Yet apples remain apples,
taste remains taste.
What is this thing called ever?
(12 Dec 2023)
Stunted fingernails scrape back
the first slither of orange skin,
bounding a torrent of zest to spurt
into the royal keyhole of my soul,
stinging, watering - heartbreaking.
Reluctant, I remove the fruit’s shell
longing for a worthy distant aim
to splash upon an unwary significant,
instead, my citrus emotion’s reflected,
discarded, rejected - abandoned.
Eyes smarting – juice offends a single soul.
Pith concealed – surplus heart needs healing.
Form:
Trying to figure out this way that I feel
I'm a dark banana; whole world is my peel.
Sunshine without light, my soul is heavy
More clouds and tears of rain, break my minds levee.
I'm always in darkness- most of the time down
The guy who always laughed wears only a frown.
If I could peel away this shell of disgust
Blow away these dark clouds of hate and mistrust.
This layer of skin that sheds so easily
Goes away designed, not to end pleasingly.