"elderberries" poems
ARTICHOKES are very nice roasted with pine nuts
Who likes BANANA cream pie?
They say that eating CARROTS improves your eye sight
Along the river Nile there are many DATE palms
ELDERBERRIES make a flavorsome wine
Piths from a FIG can easily get stuck between your teeth
Nape tape and shape all rhyme with GRAPE
HORSERADISH has a hot tangy taste
ICE-PLANT is a much used vegetable in Chinese cookery
The oil extract from JUNIPER BERRIES produces quine
My sister likes KALE steamed with lemon rind
It is so nice to munch on a LETTUCE leaf
MANDARINS are presently plentiful at the green grocer's
NEEPS can be mashed or left whole
On a hot summer day chilled ORANGE juice goes down well
Has anyone got a good PUMPKIN scone recipe?
Lashings of QUINCE jam were spread on my toast
The lady next door grows RHUBARB
SPINACH gave Popeye much strength
Smothering sausages in TOMATO sauce is sensational
UGLI is a member of the citrus family
In New Orleans you'll find fresh VELVET BEANS
WATERCRESS salad is so easy to prepare
XIGUA is a type of WATERMELON
YAMS are a staple of the New Guinean diet
ZUCCHINI bread is delicious fair
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
flight
flowing
elderberries
and the
syrup of rebellion
see
sails
snail-pace
along the highway
man's
view
finder
and pointing
shouting
the breath of the ever present
nature
fumed
scent
age appropriate
apocalypses
redemptions
conclusions
painted vividly stroked
it's late!
too late!
foe fry
fun
and i sailed
in the view finder
in the fumed
scent
in the anxious awaiting
calls
not sure whether to find you
hello.
i wish.
i wonder.
are you really that surprised?
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
Made my morning
much much easier
Doing everything that
I was told to never do.
Wake up with wine
A glass at a time
And at least three
Puffs of Cuckoo Chi.
Before that I **** myself.
Or, with luck, a PYT,
Who promises me
She’s on the pill.
And if not, Oh
Well, I’m sure “Zanir”
wasn’t her government name.
It took close to twenty-three years
To shake off the agony of daytime.
There was no place for me in the
Systematic sunlight. Or, at least,
Not one that I could see. But now
I’ve got a bottle, ½ full of optimistic
Alcoholism. I manage the condition
With a bit of cinnamon, spiced into
Steel cut oats and W.A. Elderberries.
Admitting what you don’t understand
While trusting that you know yourself
Is the last, if not only, human freedom.
Social expectation &
Psychic ambiguation.
Don’t take refuge in the familiar
Without first hugging your weird.
Comfort traps aren’t new,
Just the latest edition in:
That’s How They Get You.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Lay still, and dream awhile, of orchids in moonlight
neath stars on a hill, taste the juice of elderberries,
fermenting as it spills, though not one thought alone
with a boy who knows no limits, and hands as cold
as stones, once tossed across the river with intent of
breaking bones, the dust crushed into powder then
stuffed into his nose, as he hands you all his misery
he claims to hold a rose, but your heart has known
wisdom in spite of growing old, you have learned
to keep soft petals from the cold, while in deep starlit
scenes, you imagine thriving forests alive in shades of
green, but remember long before this, when it had all
just been a dream
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
***** a wall behind that wall
Stitch wires made of fear's thoughts
Strive for totally spiky prickles
Polish the cusps of the metal daily
The servants of fear have to be on patrol
Protecting the wall and the wire
Not one dab of audacity must be here
Banned to live in the land of the dabs
That's a new and sheltered existence
Encircled by eternally high walls of wire
I do love these walls prodigiously
Walls are the state of my origin
Although I'm from the garden of flowers
Where in spring the elderberries are fragrant
At night the cats make love there
Where mazes are made of wind
Inside of fear I am free and cheerful
To become more estranged from myself
***** more walls for more walls
Ensure me razor-sharp wire
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 6:12 AM UTC
"Grandma stop eating elderberries or you'll get too old!", cried the child. With a wink and a grin grandma purred, "now now child I will regain my youth with pork brine, youngerberries, and wine."
Along the spread of the table was real lunch as comforting as a cradle:
White hills of processed vanilla cream with the sparkle stream
A viscous yellow sea of elbows and perhaps other limbs
Overlapping ketchup crusaders reigning supreme over the dinosaur chicken nuggets
What lies beyond the table is the watchful and wise grandmother
"Grandma! Grandma! Gimme the big SPOOOON"
With the big spoon in hand the child combined the canvas and proceeded to shovel everything down until swelling like a balloon
-They grow up so fast-
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
Vast unwanted prairies hovering on mediation techniques,
The primary and secondary sources exist,
A well-spoken dialogue isn’t contemporary for you,
To want a Trinity amplifies organization,
The 5 love languages foreshadow “limited warranty”
Stomping elderberries while consuming champagne,
A 300-watt incandescent light bulb allows me to gaze through the negative of you,
Honeysuckles enthrall lucky moths,
Clones materialize formal breeding,
Standard, Somatic, React, Receive to Receive, and Idiom
Fantasying a gloomy unpredictable picnic for 2021’s lineup,
Freeloading basic cable complicates structure,
How would I consistently reboot without revolving doors?
How would the emergency signs operate without Pantone's?
Oozing tension, the adrenal cortex working overtime, and I lack a spine
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
I’m just a ruse for you
To come light my fuse tonight
I cant stay too long
But if we have a minute
I’d like to hear your song
About poems that are burning
So hurt me like you mean it
I'll fit in wherever you need me
My mind is long gone
But these hands are strong
And we are all slowly turning
Into our parents again
Red hands paint by numbers
But you are still fumbling
For your keys in the dark
Like lonely jack-o-lanterns
That spark conversations
We are all born naked in our skin
Until these symbols embodied
Within forms of reason
Determined the limits to our liberation
Would you like to finish that thought
And start to sing again
About weapons of antipathy
And our personal responsibility to oblivion
Newspapers face their own exigencies
Reflected in spells of protection
On paper that is proud and transparent
You bowed to the elderberries
While we held hands
And swam as fast and furiously
As we could in order to reach the shore
For once you’ve seen her
I admit that it must not be easy
To stop whatever it is you are doing
To beg God for mercy
And erase that deadly memory
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC