Short Ripens Poems
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purple plum is sweet—
its peace ripens in tart skin,
when love softens core
to blush in understanding
that mercy is sweet-tart bled
A cloud bursts,
and the earth drinks --
the sun shines,
and the earth ripens;
the moon, sanctuary
of werewolves and Love,
keeps alive our fictions.
ancestral seeds grow
as family tree ripens...
bearing fruits of love
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5/10/2016
spring blossoms drift
perfume on the wind
golden summer days
orchard ripens
fall bounty fruit
drops from heaven
wild creatures gleaning
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Young moonlit eyes flame
roused by infatuation
until seasons change...
hearts bearing nights’ languished thorns
as pure devotion ripens
Written 7/12/2018
Tanka 57577 Contest of Poet Doctor
Priestly, abide in stillness.
Cloistered in dim hid
Woods, walled up gardens.
A reverence breathed! Of mind
Where the best ripens.
From their chastening effect
Who, for to think deep
Has kept far away
An appealing courtesy
Not so deemed this day!
As I look on, what the seed has into grown,
The tree, rises in haste, lets her arms free.
As I look on, I wonder what seed I sown, if
Ripens a fruit as star to sing my life's flute?
As I look on, I inquire the days bygone, their
Silence now greets my feeble defiance......
Young love looses its flavor when left to its own devices
Half forgotten on a shelf it ripens, molds, and decays.
Sweet, sunlight dancing memories that pull tears from regretful eyes
Soon turn bitter—
Suave boys exchange tuxedos for clown noses
And earnest naivety is revealed.
Nostalgia hides within the hopes
Of the present
Sours as it passes
Tucks itself into cerebral
Alleyways
Lingers in fitful dreams
Grows as it ripens
Ignites the trembling torch of
Ageing's adolescence
12/1/2020
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Flurries of fall fling fabulous colors,
Drifting silent in dreamy discolor.
Marvelous, mellowed, midday, matinee,
Plummy and peaceful as red songbirds play!
Isolated, intriguing, gold, immense,
In fields of faded blooms beyond a fence.
Real beauty ripens in seasons of sun!
Written on 3/29/2021
Pink and perfect mystery
to which I ply my finger,
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger
and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand
how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.
Itched memories never fade—
Keloids of time—ballooned
scares of history: swollen selves.
As time runs on, so
must we.
As awareness ripens
and burst, escaping truths
empty into the cistern.
Full, the cistern overflows
the cup of mind—memories
running into the saucer of life:
Come, let us sip the nourishment.
Pink and perfect mystery
to which I ply my finger,
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger
and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand
how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.
Pink and perfect mystery
to which I ply my finger,
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger
and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand
how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.
Pink and perfect mystery
to which I ply my finger,
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger
and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand
how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.
That hidden glade beyond the
leaves
Where the sun don't shine and
time doesn't cease
My eternal pyre burns for you
The apple ripens therein too
Borne with care, bore with
cause
The lonely sundial without
source
A hidden world
A hidden place
Maintained; a space for you
and me
Where our love doth shine and
time doth cease
Remedy Rhythms
Sometimes writers block
Sunrises at dawn
Sometimes secrets revealed
Render revolver
Rivers soothing recedes
Reckoning subsides
Rain randomly pouring
Sometimes a hole in the sky
Life ripens rosaries
Good deeds to kindness remedy
Rent is paid
Giving is a good day
Better to give than receive
Knowing to reasoning
If every month’s a color
Then October has to be
The same orange as a pumpkin
And I think we’d all agree.
For as fall, in its ascendance,
Turns the leaves and ripens gourds,
Golds and oranges and ochres
Are the notes of autumn’s chords.
So I welcome Ms. October
Gussied up in tangerine,
Bringing just enough of chilly days
To supersede the green.
The tree of life with fertile leaves
evergreen ripens while hands tend
its soil despite tempest
or fire of seasons
where branches gift fruits
for provision until roots
bear new twigs
when children endow fresh seeds
to uphold
a generation's continuum.
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7/31/2019
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demure hushed in Avalon fog
weaving fables at grey spindles
river was tableclothed quiet
whiteness soft enveloped bodies
silvery sheath covered psyche
maidens mature into women
protective watchful fog unveils
ripened wombs awakening pink
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Hammers of hate beat the steel
Into a helmet and blade.
Blacksmiths and armorers feel
Proud of the death-bound brigade.
Marching past crowds on the curb,
Clattering heels on the stones.
Later, the crows will disturb
Flesh as it ripens on bones.
Preachers and Popes prate of peace,
Powerless to change history:
Powder, and guns wrapped in grease
Auger what always will be.
Seed planting
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
The faithful still come
Beholding fruit that never ripens;
Their vision appears fruitless,
Because the Orchard
Was not for them to plant;
They were chosen to be the conduit,
To deposit that seed,
In the fertile mind of another;
Once planted, another will water,
Then God, will give the increase.
Not all fruit ripens at the same time
but it grows on the same tree
Like the green herb seed with in it's kind
with healing leave's increase's come with eternity
COPLA 79 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Whatever the Law behind Nature
Naturally flow ways of life:
Come seasons go
Each in his time must grow mature
The fruit that ripens ripens strife:
Must Justice know
Is what’s Immuable thought out
A priori or accidental:
Reason must reign
Nothing’s made of nothing throughout
Everything began in the middle:
Think not in vain
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Ego
Oh man,
one right loud voice taken disrespect,
You have an ego !
Your perception,
of true relationships dwindles,
Look of disdain !
War of words,
for defeating logic of your own blood,
Ludicrous criticism !
Best of times,
that were an honour to your very existence,
All for naught !
Oh man,
headstrong you might ought to behave,
Hatred ripens !
Written June 4th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma