Short Pomegranate Poems
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pomegranate opened,
disarray unfurls
Earth is my place
in the universe of stars.
You won't see my face
on Mars.
I've never seen,
on any other planet,
a tangerine
or pomegranate.
Liquid Water, Ice, and Steam,
These three gents make quite a team
on our first-rate planet.
Another fellow I hold in esteem
is Mister Pomegranate.
Apple season is
Pomegranate season
Season of Prayer
God Season
He is
Besides I
Besides you
Besides red apple tree
The Prayer
The god Caress
Now
God
I love you
I love pomegranates
scientist found a full one
age three thousands years
In Tutankhamun's tomb, scientist found a pomegranate dated/from about 3200 years.
second phase of fall
which has seven cool phases
mint and pomegranate
Few dry pomegranates under pomegranate tree. Very few green ones on pomegranates trees branches.
Golden locks atop times pillow
Pomegranate lips, so full
Eyes of blue in this the sky
Her pink perfume...
Warm soft skin; ivory's touch
Upon my breast, lay her gentle love.
My friend thinks he's smart to say with a sigh,
"Onions are the only food that make you cry!"
I said, "Is that right?"
And then just for spite
I threw a pomegranate at his eye!
pomegranate skies
cathedral of paradise -
masquerade performed
Travel's eyes-wide-open education
School's four walls, compartmentalization
More destinations to view on this planet
~ than seeds in a pomegranate
seductive, sensual, sassy pomegranate
with your spicy ways, and your healthy fruits
I salivate upon the sight of you,
instantly wanting to plunge into your depths
knowing your tasty delights
Juicy red rubies
Glint in fleshy covering
Soon to be devoured.
My pin pricks each seed
Scarlet liquid spurts once pressed
Oozing with goodness.
The sweetest flavour
Such succulent refreshment
Dancing on my tongue.
How I love thee my sweet pomegranate
For thy are beautiful as a blanket of flowers;
My love is a fine wine ready to consume
Always as fresh as April showers.
My love for you is a never-ending fire
Filled with respect and sincere desire.
She counts the seeds
Of my pomegranate heart
The same, always the same
No matter how many times she counts.
Her fingers are stained
And though she may wash and scrub
There I will be
In her skin, lodged in places
Where she cannot wash me out
Heartbeat octopus fern
Tropical bubblegum endless dunes
Baby's breath pomegranate zest for life
Wonderful wisteria
wild blue yonder nest
Ivory sunset ice cap
The future?
11/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Furious purple pen
Seeking sassy strawberries
A black fly in the coffee
The pen waits and waits
In case a gale grows and gathers
Sticks to shake the branches
Fervent pink pomegranate
Offers a warm handshake
Pen quietens
The poem crystallizes
a sky darkened to grape
lying in stillness. . . .
a lake of wine
the lake mirrors
wisps of twilight’s clouds above -
a lilac trail
on the lilac trail
full white moon
a face glitters on water
deep purple water
moon in pomegranate sky. . . .
reflecting
Pomegranate
Careful, tentative and delicate tips shiver over the forgiving skin
Shell barring the bloody body of the fruit
Only condemned to,
consumption
Bruising without protest
Its sweetness not asked for - only expected
Though some things are more beautiful broken
her eyes is as rich as olives
her curves as delicate as a pear
her hair as the trickling waterfall
her skin as tan
her scent is olives, pomegranate, peaches, strawberries, and raspberries
her love drowns me in fire
if i can only be with her
only just for a minute
my life is complete
PUNICA GRANATUM
Yes, in Paradise, Adam and Eve ate pomegranate
No, to apple-etymology - No, to The French "Grenade"
No, more or less 613 seeds (sorry Pharisees and thy 613 Law)
Yes, Malum Granatum, no origin in Carthage, Latin Rome's flaw
(c)Deo, Pomegranates are mentioned in the 4,000 year-old system of healing, AYURVEDA.
Memories of years gone by
the fruit shop was our first call
that lovely redsome fruit
shaped like a cannonball
A pomegranate is its name
cut in half with a knife
showing those juicy red seeds
made your tongue come to life
This fruit bearing shrub
originates from Iran
has many health benefits
and is good for all of man
poetgord@2013
Seeds of pomegranate
in my belly
This girl wonders how much of her
Is alive
above ground
Or circling Cerebus
as he chases his tail
(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)
I live with eyes wide open
The Gorgon's stare does not deter
We use people as tarot cards
to guide our destiny
Entrails are likely more reliable
In the Underworld they drink pomegranate margaritas
I am certain.
If you had an endless supply of damned fruit to yourself
would you not do the same?
I’m sure Hades is sick of slender Persephone
in her pink rose perfume
and lilac pearls
telling him he drinks too much,
that he might just drink himself to death
if he wasn’t already there.
flamingos and sunsets
cherries and maple leaves
almond blossoms in sunshine
lipstick of high fashion
plummy plum tree blossoms
tulips and juicy watermelon
a flashy sports car at dawn
twilight pearls and rubies
bleeding hearts among roses
pomegranate and grapefruit
dragon fruit and rhubarb
apples and creamy frosting
butterflies and raspberries
Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant....
I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine
Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!?
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
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