Short Tartness Poems

like "Warheads" candy
I suck the tartness off first
sweetness is inside...

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Autumn why are you bitter?
Your leaves have enclosed me in this dark mass of blackness.
I ache for the sweet tartness of your sword.
Rage has consumed her.
Hate will kill her.
She is dead.......................

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Little green apples,
where you were hiding,
in the blossoms on my tree.

Hummingbird hovered,
bees kissed the white blossoms,
promised little green apples.

Little green apples,
who would taste your tartness first?
blue jays, swallows, or me?

Last season's apples,
wrinkled skin scattered under tree,
like the forgotten old men....

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Sticky luscious kiss, 
wild raspberries on your lips; 
Your hands in my hair 
warm from a day in the Sun, 
it must be Summer magic; 

Wet temperature, 
soaking Florida rainstorm; 
Your magnetism; 
I submit to your downpour, 
thunder when our lips collide; 

Slipping on sugar, 
giving in to your tartness;
 I wake up, wishing;  
Uncontrollable recalls;
May this day lead me to you....

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So many joys and pleasures formed
From senses five

So many delights to mind and eye
The gifts the gifts we have derived
from senses five.

Nuances of fragrance formed
of lilac and roses born,
the silken softness of babies breath;
the bitter rich tartness on tongues caressed;
the tinkling tease of chimes in the air
from senses five,

we can but declare,

all about us is lovely, delightful and bold
all from a story five senses told....

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I’m lavender; I’m apple-tartness green
or colored cream like fleece - a peaceful ewe.
Pastel, I’m hushed; when gold or red, I preen.
Like ice cream of a most peculiar hue,
I’m Baskin-Robbins licorice-flavor blue.
I’m fanciful as pink and rarely frown
reflecting sequins of my rainbow gown.


Written ages ago, I don't know when, but was first posted 8/31/11 under the 
title "Rainbowed"! 

Now used for Shadow Hamilton's Colours Poetry Contest...

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Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick.
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick.

We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later with sadness, licks are laced.

Adversity is a certainty so we tolerate,
For each day isn't filled with glowing.
When taste is waning its growing late,
It's about finished, if stick is showing....

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