Short Persimmon Poems

Petey 'possum, pirates pipe
picked a persimmon, puckered
his profile...

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before frost
she bites her first persimmon
he laughs...

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peach blossom breezes

     persimmon moon lilac sky

languid bullfrogs sing...

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Petey Opussum, pirates pipe
Poached a persimmon
Presently.


Pickled persimmon, purple plums
Pauly opussum made potted Petey....

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branches bare of leaves
but persimmons still cling tight...
jay calls in delight



seasonal word...persimmon
For the Strict Haiku contest...
Barbara Gorelick...

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O, a big burly trucker
got a persimmon pucker.
His mouth shrunk so bad,
he got stuck to a wall.
The doc called Gene Simmons;
though he prefers women,
his tongue-in-cheek kiss
is the cure for it all....

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Paula’s partying parrot paraded pridefully past Pete
Particularly poised Petunia pranced persimmon sweet.
Pete preferred Paul’s personality, plowing past Petunia’s pail.
Quizzable questionable quandary quickly confusing quibbling quail....

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Premiere of Persimmon Pureblood
Pennsylvania’s premiere debutante
prettier than a Parisian parasol
persnickety and powdery
poufy, perfumed, perfectly petite
Persimmon practiced her pirouette
pleats parading petals in a perfect circle...

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With long hair wrapped up, rugged nails dirt dipped,
denim overalls and barnyard boots,
I set forth to get them gnarly raspberry stalks clipped,
and return with harvested horseradish roots
and frost freshened persimmon fruits.

12-30-19...

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Simon says jump
Simon says come
Simon says run to me
Simon says kiss me
But Persimmon says no!
Come here with me
Pick me from this tree
Then taste me ‘cuz
I’m super crunchy
Super yummy!




July 2,2017   12.10 pm...

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Orangey hues sifting through leaves.
Persimmon, peach, pumpkin I believe.
Blackened before the glow, tree branches and ends.
Through crystal panes, the shadows descend.
Scarcely enough to ignite the sky.
Day becoming night, as the Sun bids goodbye....

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My fingers glide through autumn’s hues -
green and crimson glisten among
ripples of gold and persimmon.
My hand caresses cool crystal.

Still are fall’s bright trees along the river.
They fill my eyes as dreamily I drift....

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Wild persimmon
nice and round
just hanging from my tree
Pumpkin-colored
beautiful
as tasty as can be
But do not pluck
don’t be a sucker
It will surely
make you pucker
Just let it ripen
till it falls
and then you will agree!
...

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Hey! adults and kids
                        a nourishing remedy!!
                      please, eat Persimmon!!!





You may like to see Persimmon! Please check the follwoing picture.

https://thefruitnut.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/imgp3169.jpg...

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love long ago departed;
like persimmon buds; now, just
spring flowers ever parted
in afterglow of young lust.

Where pink flowers did carouse
soft, ripe red fruit heavy hangs 
on cold winters empty boughs;
and so induce hunger pangs,

for sweet flesh yet untasted....

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Objurgatory crow lookout
Cawing to obdurate friends
Telling them to flee fall garden
Opossum grins by Persimmon
Because berries gone as are figs
Every animal has eaten fill
Ready now for winter's rest

Excitedly written for:
"Fall Is Around The Corner"
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

*Note
Click on:"About This Poem"...

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I woke this morning
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of the jasmine 
just outside my window.
This garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.
The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor....

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Quietly, feathered soles steal across fields
soft as Choctaw spirits' slipping shadows;
frescoed frost glazes summer remnants of pumpkin and persimmon.
The blackberry moon bends low,
pursed lips lingering and slow above Earth's alabaster face.
Past and present blend in one short span
when winter woos the autumn moon.

February 23, 2022...

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Twilight fades slowly
with masterstrokes of indigo,
persimmon and periwinkle pastel hues.

Crescent moon smiles in amber,
as pearls decorate sky.
Twilight fades slowly.

Owls rotate heads,
as nocturnal hoots softly echo
with masterstrokes of indigo.

Predators hunt prey,
until dawn emerges in
persimmon and periwinkle pastel hues....

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beautiful
is evenfall
when sky 
begins to blaze
and clouds appear as
plush pillows
floating
persimmon
on a 
comforter
with rich threads
of burnt sienna
and scarlet interlaced
draped 
over my valley

May 15, 2020 
title chosen: Option 2: Evenfall
for the 'Pick-A-Title, Vol 17 - Yalto -' Poetry Contest of Edward Ibeh...

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I woke 
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine 
just outside my window.

This once perfect garden now sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree that we loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.

The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.

Don't wake me up....

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Wild hair, wild personality, wild dress
We are served tea with persimmon watercress
She flaunts her uniqueness in our face
Not in a bad way, but rather with stunning grace

We adore her, she is the best neighbor by far
I feel she arrived her from a well -lit star.
She has brought beauty to the neighborhood for sure.
Wild enough, but her heart is kind and pure....

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She bade me eat persimmon 
I said, "no my love not I"
I saw the question in her eyes,
I said, "I find them dry."

She bade me eat ripe figs
But I sought a fruit more sweet,
I said "come my love and kiss me
For therein lies the treat."

She said, "do you not like my fruits
For you spurn my offerings,"
"My love I said, I crave your fruits,
And all the joy they bring."...

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"I find tranquility where sand meets sea at twilight's gleam and poets dream" - by author

Reclined am I beneath the shimmer of a summer sky.
It spills pink-persimmon woven in and out of feathered clouds.
I relish these moments when the strawberry moon’s ascent is nigh.
Sand, sea, and serenity reign here far from city crowds.
To the sun that lingered all day on my skin I toss a kiss goodbye....

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I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the ascended ones I shan’t recall 

as they won't allow it

today I make this work

as tears turn to conserved weapons

that ignite and sting every limb

as guttural music I can’t quite grasp

drips down my moldy walls

today

i thought

today reacts...

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