Short Ripeness Poems
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The petals open perfumed
the stamens offer pollen
fruit grows to full round ripeness
petals dry fruit falls
©GG 27/08/2013
summer harvest sweet
plump fruit ready for picking
a cornucopia treat
one would be wise to know how
quickly ripeness turns to rot
Dense fog
Sunrise hidden
Cold penetrates
Three golden pears still hang
Waiting their time of ripeness
The owl hoots
Vignette
Asymmetry is
a plump wren perched
on a thin branch
contemplating
a ripe strawberry
stilled on a table
In its serene
pose does
the wren feel
ripeness or see
the redness or
is the setting
just a pas de deux
for one
The green of an apple is a forth coming blessing
With its confirmed ripeness our lips begin the pressing
But remember to address it for any worms
Less in thy mouth they wiggle and squirm
For like bleu cheese dressing the experience is quit depressing
pears hang yellow-green
waiting for ripeness to fall...
September gale blows
yellow, green pears lie
bruised upon mother earth's breast..
ants, wasps, hornets feed
pears food for insects
ants lay in store for winter...
pouring rains flood mound
Nights grow longer, stars in flamed blue,
the luscious trees waving away-
with boughs so plump,ripeness is due,
and dreamy strolls light up the bay.
How the breeze jiggles, toes are bare
on sandy coasts, joys are night's grace,
then 'round I go to our town's fair,
and cherish all of summer's blaze!
The apple of your eye
Is acidic in nature
Burning holes in defenseless victims
Whole holes that hopefully hunt
And the sweet sucking worm
Trapped inside of your favorite fruit
Eats away at their hearts
And the flesh becomes brown
For the lingering life has lingered too long
And the ripeness has reversed into ruin
Form:
Oh you peel the rind
from me
in the gentlest manner
and it falls away
in fleshy strips
of bitter
citrine madness
where calloused there
in orange despair
it wrapped
a fancied ripeness
your agile hands
palming round
separate each wedge
I’d planned
with a tender tearing
sound
and in your mouth
I am the sun
Morning delicious are your fruits
Ripeness and sweetness
Delicious are your fruits
Noon, the lunches of noon
Savory sandwiches, savory
condiments to.
Dinner might you find us
at a well dressed table
extravaganza of evening
One might favor
Dessert, my what wonders
do you bring, a sip of coffee
a compliment to everything.
Your slippers and paper honey!
Apples ripen pink, hotly blushing,
though the ardent yellow sun grows faint;
blackbirds sucking soft honeyed sweetness.
like babies at breast, show no restraint.
Mellow ripeness splays rich-toned color;
the trees raise scarlet armed applause.
Red-brown and gray, small creatures hurry
stowing provisions for winter's pause.
Copyright, September 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Love means to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are one thing among many
And whoever sees that way heals the heart
Without knowing it, from various ills
A bird and a tree say to him: friend
Then he wants to use himself and things
So they stand in the glow of ripeness
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves
Who serves best doesn't always understand
Form:
He climbs up rhythmically
keeping his legs
within a ring of rope
like his life.
Intuition assures
the ripeness;
life-nut falls down
from the tree top.
Just a slip
will end in all end,
but practice
rarely slips.
Though the ways are hackneyed,
he’s honeyed and free
under his calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays,
he never climbs upon.
He hugs today, green and yellow
like the coconut tree leaves.
Listen to poem:
Pears in a bowl wait,
their ripeness never deepens,
stillness draws the reigns—
afternoons remain hanging
in frames long out of season.
Along hallways drift
faces caught before knowing
what years would make them
when they smiled to dickie birds
that swore not to recall them.
The house walks past them,
growing older in their gaze—
Silence keeps still lives
frozen in face memories
that yet never break the glass.
Nights grow longer,
stars in flamed blue,
the luscious trees waving away-
with boughs so plump,
ripeness is due,
and dreamy strolls light up the bay...
How the breeze jiggles, toes are bare
on sandy coasts, ioys are night's grace
then 'round I go to our town's fair
and cherish all of summer's blaze!
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Jamie Pan's Contest 2/23/2017
Theme 6: Reflections on a window
The nights grows pale, stars in dead gray,
the luscious trees waving away-
with boughs so plump,ripeness is due,
though dreamy strolls light up the bay.
How the breeze wiggles, toes are bare
on sandy coasts, I feel restless
then 'round I go to a town's fair,
And there, I meet her-- nonchalant
Somehow, this view leaves me uncertain,
Would she care still after summers, absent?
Snapshots Of A Night Scene
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
May 16, 26
Maria I want your bitter mouth
Maria I want your breasts of dank loam
your breasts of sullen ripeness
your breasts of childbirth
Maria I want the narcotic orchid of your tongue
I want your eyes of treason
your eyes of attack
your eyes of the moment of death
Maria I want to be washed up shipwrecked on your shore
I want to be buried in your breath
I want the venom of your passion to sear my veins
Maria I want to be a universe unborn kicking in your womb
a flood of colours
never before such harvest ~
sparkling like jewels
on trembling branches
moments of pleasure ripe plums ~
of the fallen fruit
softly on the ground
with all fullness and ripeness ~
the heart beat of fall
18.09.2022
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The person I am
And the person I've been
Doesn't always reflect
The person within
If you only look
On the outside
Because the outside
Can sometimes tell lies
The person within
Should be the person without
So the people around
Will have no doubt
Of who you are
And what you stand for
The in and the out
Of a mans worth
You need to dig deep
To truly see
The ripeness of fruit
That's hidden beneath
To tell the truth
You never can cheat
On that simple fact
Believe you me