"boysenberry" poems
I find my self bordering between a Brandeis Blue and a Bright Cerulean,
Not too brilliant like Turquoise, but yet
I don’t find myself as dull as the Cadet shade, nearly Grey.
Although, depending on the circumstance I can exude a shade of Chartreuse,
Which leaves others a bitter Cal Poly Green,
A color which looks terrible on anyone.
My favorite shade however, is of bright Ruby
Brilliant and fierce in all its color, but can suddenly change in one swift mix.
With Black it becomes a tainted ashen Rouge, spoiled and rotten with grief and distaste
Bubbling under your skin, turning into a fiery rampage
Rather than becoming pinkened with a serene Pearl
A complement to the Ruby, flushing it with hearts desire
Soothing it too a point of Lavender, then Boysenberry
And then finally,
Back to my Brandeis Blue.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the *****
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
Secretly?Tall=Tower-fee lucky
777 "I'm Free"-Flowery + $$$
Being Oz-wizardly
Toto lucky bite red slipper
((Cowardly)) Lionly
-Whoa__ She got that Geisha Irony
This is Tokyo
Not the flower shop of Soho
(( Japan Chefs Black Panthers))
Shout box____
Unique flowers of
faces-gather
Too outfox____
One Geisha Flowery room
Twilight-places lightly bloom
Overpowering
Sunflower showering
Going nowhere
Her body heat
Is always
somewhere
Over flowered the rainbow
magic women
romantically spritz and spray
Love me love me not
I am waiting today
Flowered over one
Man?
Her Fortune-beds
The Geishas fine ink
Never pink
The best time to arrive
See her lucky red
((Geisha Flowery))
* * * *
Happy go lucky
Not the back rub
The gift of gab
Time feast Rolex
her index finger
Webs of flower cut
Debs
Was the cover-up
The best of the last
defeat of her
She Petals faster
The zipper-movie cut
Go zip
Irish spring shower
Boysenberry, Cherry, Power
Geisha dance flowery-trick
The vanilla-bean sky quick
The yogurt Greece fly
Her tablecloths
He finger
points cactus sharp points
The climate tells the
clues can you handle tricks
Crazzzzy____
glue
Softly silk skirt steak
Missed a few buds
((Geisha Flowery funds))
Tantalizing tiara pull
Off gave it to the
flower girl china doll
The music
Black Magic
women
Her sheer blouse
loosely fit his fancy
Playing Santana
Sitting with her
tea tiger lily
Felt so lonely
The champagne
half-heartedly
The whole Monet
Chandon
shirts
of Gucci
She's perked me
up Pucci *******
coo
Danger me dandelions
The next recruit
black rose pin
pursuit hungry like
wolf
Duran Duran
The discovery of
custard flan
The Geisha flowery
New York State
Who snitched out
her spouse
Flowers divinity Godly lands
I gotcha
Right in the palm
of my hands
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
at night I reach
out and scoop
the lights from
the rolling black
plain, all jewels
and boysenberry
syrup.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
My new girl can't resist
Scares me every chance she gets
From out the closet, underneath the bed
My poor heart can't take much more of this
Applies makeup in the shade of Goth
To leather and chains she gives a nod
Don't know what else I can do
Since I fell in love with a girl named Boo
Loves the night more than she does the day
Underneath a full moon if she had her way
A lone wolfs howl is music to her ears
Look her in the eye but never show your fear
Wishes everyday was Halloween
She loves to hear those goblins scream
If you all must know the truth
I fell real hard when I fell for Boo
She likes to sneak up on my love
Scaring me with a willful nudge
She tastes like Boysenberry wine
Be careful though because she bites
With hair blood red and clothes dark black
She'll take your soul and not give it back
It all is in her attitude
Do you need more proof why I love Boo
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
I think, if we continue to go on like this
There will be a moment when we realize
That we must end it.
The new beginning can be golden, but you're scared
The abuse is shining through you
Your eyes are blackening like pigment ensnared
Like underneath, the shadows glow through
Please say it again, please say it again.
Every time you do I just can't help but crumble and melt
And yes, darling, it is true.
Just like an ocean blue, the curtains make me wet for you
The morning fog is peeking through
Like a [seven-ten AM] full moon.
We can't keep meeting like this.
I hope you see these words
Because I want to throw them in your face.
You are my one true wish. A desire I could never endure.
A person I could never approach to be sure
Yet when you're near, it feels so pure
To look in your eyes and wash the cure
Out of my bloodstream, with your venomous teeth
Attacking my chest like boysenberry leaves.
The subtlety of clumsiness becoming its own grace
Everything pinned down with your breath next to my face.
You know who you are. You woke me up.
With your hands on my shoulders.
Our arms locked.
Legs interlaced like a progressive scan.
Nails digging into the palms of my hand
The kiss that I see in your eyes, tongues tied like phantasmagoria
Get on my back once more; Your hands are food to my euphoria.
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 3:04 PM UTC
Where is your final town, your resting place?
And is Gene Davis there as well, and
Does he take his coffee strong?
As the days roll by
Do you try to fill the silence
Reminiscing of moments when pastels bled together?
Or is it mostly regret
That boysenberry and maroon never played
As well as they should have?
That you couldn’t fall in love
With the way the iris of a forget me not
Brushes up against the strength of an evergreen--
Overlooked her soul, Gene
Never caught the undertones in the light--
Only found beauty at the end.
The last time she shook
There was movement in the white,
And smoothness in the bronze of the church bells.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
My heart never grew naturally
My feelings always seemed mixed
Not quite my own
And here I am
Once again in a jam...
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC