This is neither poetry, nor art,
It is not an ending or a start,
but in all sincerity, says I,
"May I have a slice of apple pie?"
"Indeed, you may have your apple pie,
It is not a case of do or die.
It's a simple fruit filled pastry,
thought by many to be tasty."
"As the pie, I beg your attention.
There's something I would like to mention.
I have steaming apples in my crust,
but don't eat me...well if you must."
Categories:
simple fruit, food, silly,
Form: Rhyme
A moment is a minute with a heart, after which
We come without arched brow, lips pursed
To breech a breath amidst all stolen air.
Removing only proof of thought
For sustenance of life.
No key, the unlocked door,
Through which a passageway of lending gifts,
Leads to open airs of longing space.
We may catch the passing breath
Of all those lives blown near,
Leave simple fruit unripened
Far beyond our scope, be as mortals
Left to nighttime’s touch upon all seeking souls.
Scratched by hunger for the need of understanding.
Then our moment closes. The only God we ever knew
Just blinked one more time.
Categories:
simple fruit, creation, god, humanity, journey,
Form: Prose Poetry
As a man walks towards the apple orchard
In search of something to brighten his day
He spots the most perfect apple fallen from a tree
A castaway from the other juicy fruits
Suspended from their home
He picks up the apple and observes
The glint of the Sun's reflection on the red surface
And, he believes, he has found the very thing he needed
To brighten his day
He decides to be unselfish
To feed this apple to someone in need
To feed this apple to a poor man
But the world isn't always as bright as it seems
For you see
He himself was the poor man
Categories:
simple fruit, life, poverty, world,
Form: Free verse
A young boy inquisitively asks his father 1 day
Daddy, Daddy
What is an Apple Store
Dad
Well Son
His Father answer's
An Apple Store
Is either a simple fruit and veg shop
Or a shop that sells 1 of the most sophisticated,
stealthy tracking and information gathering devices
ever marketed.
And the cloud is the manner in which all this information is
correlated into algorithms and then passed on to Intelligence
and Marketing Agency's willing to pay for this information .
The amazing thing about this is that you are actually consenting
to spying on yourself so there is no come back if anything goes wrong
Little Pause
Wow Dad
CAN I HAVE 1
Categories:
simple fruit, computer, internet,
Form: Free verse
*The Perfect Proposal*
The perfect proposal
Just what would it be?
In a fairy tale life or in an enchanted dream
Three different scenarios I could see
And let him choose the one that fits him to a T
Popping the question over a picnic lunch in the Swiss Alps
A checkered tablecloth, simple fruit, cheese and crackers, and a sparkling wine
To be read poetry from the greatest of greats—Robert Frost or Shel Silverstein
Another option would be at an abandoned zoo
We could cuddle up in the lion’s den and count the stars in the open sky
And then swim in the aquarium with the dolphins too at the first peak of sunrise
And the final option of the perfect proposal would be standing at the pearly gates of heaven
Heaven is where all our dreams come true anyways
And heaven is where I am going to meet you after the next blood moon
So I sit here below a star studded sky and I thank the Lord for delivering me
I thank the Lord for second and third chances
I thank the Lord for ETERNITY
Gwendolen Rix
9-27-14
Categories:
simple fruit, faith, happiness, love, marriage,
Form: Free verse
Mysterious, I have to taste
that simple fruit bellow the waste
simple? Yes
complexity
to odds at end
an irony
”sweet as wine” is said too much
I’d rather say the perfect lunch
the salt
the sweet
a recipe
for where they meet, the end of me
Mysterious, I rest my face
between two pillars lightly grace
the inner crevice
valley
hills
I quench my thirst, but hunger still
from where we came,
each man no doubt
the going in
the coming out
for eyes to peer
from legs embrace
across the hips
breast and face
Mysterious, it is indeed
when fingers plot, trace with greed
the soft
the fine
the peek
the line
two arms that reach, two breast they find.
I plot a course and learn the way
from bowing back and peaceful stay
with inner thigh
breath in cry
her hand, my hair we keep in time
Mysterious, I’ll look again
and never hope to find the end
Categories:
simple fruit, love, passion,
Form: I do not know?