Short Pomegranates Poems
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Mango limes and pomegranates
the world is turning tutti fruity
and I'm loving every minute of it
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Healing sweetness waits
in pregnant pomegranates.
Winter kisses Spring.
The world of little girls swirls
with pinkish delights and frills!
Sipping on spiced tea
Pomegranates explode on
The tongue. Partner asks,
New tea? Your eyes are swooning...
I nod twice and lick my lips.
At times sprouted,
Opened up
Pomegranates,
Reminded me
Of bosomed breasts.
Trying their way out of the shirt.
Like a caterpillar out of the cocoon.
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.
Pomegranates in full bloom
on this splendid afternoon.
Mayfly sways on blade of grass.
Lazy clouds floating past.
Sunlit pond, still as glass.
If this day could only last.
October ushers in autumn like no other month
when we see many mature fresh pumpkins, gourds,
pomegranates, ripe dates, grapes, cranberry, yam.
in southern hemisphere, south of the Equator,
interesting to know mid October is mid spring season
Your glances were pure
Pure like emotions
It stuck me hard into you that I couldn't take off.....
I wished our breaths lasted longer
Longer and sweeter than pomegranates
It made our bodies one
One for the world filled with hopes and more of purity
Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon
ready to collapse
on pomegranates.
*
Monstrous, bug-eyed,
my pug will jump;
whenever, I touch
his snub-nose.
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Death was sparring
after a brief encounter.
What was the need
for living more ?
Satish Verma
I dream a scene of a baby falling asleep
having sucked a pair of breasts resembling
two pomegranates weighing ten kgs;
I desire a blue sky unadulterated
by vulture-like coquettishly killing planes;
and, o my Love, I bear the inborn greed to stare at you
in the open corridor of life by sitting thousand years together.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
In barns of maple and calico,
Quiet sounds enter the mind
Like buried treasures you’ll never find.
So I make a horse and you make a saddle.
The big flood comes and we both find a paddle.
Marmalade, Marmalade where did you go?
Perhaps that taco shack north of Kokomo.
I contemplated, but not alone,
On an ancient poet's ode,
A lover and a scribbler composed,
"Nunc scio quid est amor...." Oh,
"Now I know what true love is....." No woe,
As I reflect on a spiritual road,
I ponder on, where pomegranates,
As venerable Horace did compose,
A love divine, true love, and never alone.......
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.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
He feasted his eyes on her huge boobies on show
These were the fruits he most wanted to pluck
He was tempted but didn’t want to chance his luck
She looked him up and down and said ‘don’t even try’
Or I’ll punch you you moron right in the eye
5th April 2016
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
there's a place so quiet and pretty
every chance, I get, I go
It's not often enough, that I can stroll among these trees
with the flavor of this fruit in a cool dry mountain breeze
But when the city gets to crowded
that it begins to over flow
I go outside the city, where the pomegranates grow
Dates, figs... apricots...
Pomegranates too... a lot...
~ Tabernacle time
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Sukkoth, Israel's Harvest Fest-
ival, begins Sunday night,
October 16 and runs for 7
nights and 7 days. Orthodox
Jews, from financier to farmer,
live in tabernacles (booths)
during this joyous festival.
Chiaroscuro ballerina,
Rond de jambe in chaînés
Jeté, jeté
Grand jeté
Mariana Anesidora,
Viperine eyes speaking in
Adamantine lies
Forbidden apple gates
Amina Afrikana,
Runes enjambed in chains
Adamantly denying
Grand sobriquets
Bloomeria sabbara,
Your six-petaled cries sing
"Beaujolais, beaujolais!"
Forbidden pomegranates
The yellow and blue sky
The grass where we lie
The black and blue pencil
The pomegranates that we steal
The crimson tongue of fire
The snake in lyric lyre
The beggar boy and girl
In their union a swirl
Let them have their share
Of pleasure - nothing lasts forever
17 January, 2018
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Outside of the city where the pomegranates grow,
With large citrus orchards perfuming the air,
I met my true love on a blossom strewed pathway.
My heart gave a leap when I saw him draw near.
He held me so tight underneath blooming tree
As he planted his kisses all over my face.
We met in the city where the pomegranate grows
And we'll wed in the valley where the scented wind blows.
"Outside the city where the pomegranates grow..."
In solitude, my soul bloomed alone,
A spiritual journey I pondered on,
For the world, I saw a giant pond,
I prayed for blessings, with a magic wand,
Deliverance from our virtual Armageddon,
From then on, I was not alone,
Collective blessings bloomed at home,
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
In solitude, my soul bloomed alone......
Arabesque
Dressing up the evenings’ shoulders
shawls of white silk bloom
enticements,
evenings on silk shoulders
making up stories behind the shadows,
through pomegranates of word the step is the story’s shadow,
the magi has stars to bewitch the deeps
into word.
Time, a wizard bewitched by stars,
spawns white shoulders of stars,
lured
by trails, the steps bloom on shawls,
the white agate evening
grazes grains of sand.
Beautiful leaves covering the muddy ground,
As the trees display the glory of colours;
A typical thunder storm from faraway its sound,
Pomegranates ripened given its fruit sweet flavours;
Autumn in full swing as Winter it endeavours.
A brisk walk in the cool Autumn morning,
Facing the chill wind from the north;
observing the beauty of nature’s day’s dawning,
Step by step I walk and to work I head forth,
While wind changes quickly coming from the south.