Short Persimmons Poems

first frost
nips tender plants
persimmons ripen...

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orange persimmons
rain down across the lawn
a possum lies dead...

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petals of prisms
prancing among persimmons
princess faerie plays...

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Forbidden passion
Suchlike pre frost persimmons
Screams of bitterness....

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red persimmons on tree in the yard
didn’t even know landlord left
It hung on greedily....

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In the wooden bowl
Persimmons on the table
Next to the fruit cake
Half eaten on a large plate
Leftover cheese and crackers...

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Haiku 24
By; Tom Wright
2003

Forbidden passion
Suchlike pre frost persimmons
Screams of bitterness;
...

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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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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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Grind the curry
Balm the wax
and sweep the bits of bellow to wind
Blue the sky
Break the dew
and liquefy reason before we begin
Coral the room
Stilt the walk
in pyramids of brinjals, persimmons and figs
Sleep the fan
Curl the mind
in spirals of sweet burning Sri Lankin sprigs....

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they look unassuming and gentle
I know better, for they are not ripe
if I eat one now my mouth will pucker
the bitterness will leave a horrible aftertaste

in a few days, these persimmons will calm down
they will have a silky slippery honey-like taste
tangier than an apricot
I do not mind waiting...

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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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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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Blueberries
Your eyes glistening wide
Seeds of affection flourish inside

Clementines
Slices of smiles to share
Lively cheer, totable anywhere

Pineapple
Fashionable hair spikes
Rough, unshaven cheeks, my smooth face likes

Persimmons
Sweet, tender, fruit of gods
Your lips against mine, my heart applauds

3-3-2021
Images in Parallel Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May...

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Gorgeous fragrances, intermingling
Wafting in from many directions
Sensory overload; understood only if you were there.
Peaches, plums, persimmons, marvelous colors.
Each one showing out her own truth,
Being herself, delicate and lovely.
Which ones to choose? Quintessential prototypes of themselves.
A floral banquet
I was the wedding caterer,
about to make choices.
Where to begin?...

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The pink haired faerie girl has hair the color of Pepto Bis.
I laughed when I heard this; she is my friend, Little Pink Fizz.
She is furiously funny, and fantastic to know as a friend.
She has obstinate opinions, and they never falter or bend.

Little Pink Fizz lives a few houses down the block from me.
She invites me over often to drink pink peppermint tea.
We have perfect persimmons and pancakes with plums.
I love being with Miss Fizz, she is all kinds of fun!...

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A preening promiscuous princess posed as "Penelope Prude."
With her poodle and parasol; well-perfumed, on Pine Street she stood.
A pompous pilfering pimp with a pink-painted poodle passed by.
He paused, popped his eyes, then approached while plotting to pounce and ply
the princess with persimmons and pearls, prepared to profit from her,
but Penelope quipped, “Poppycock! I’m a capitalistic entrepreneur!”


For john freeman's "Alliteration Poems Please Poetry Contest"...

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On the space through and through
Drop the leaves from the trees
Persimmons burn through the fall 
Like small fires of love. 

My heart you old friend 
Why are you melting sadly?
All born things pass away
There is an end for every start.

From the grass, plush of earth
Through the stars deep in sky
Nothing can be eternal 
There is a day for it to die. 

Only love last forever 
The asset of every one
My heart, o my old friend
Don’t live me without love.

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