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"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
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
ABC Poem (Fruit and Vegetables)
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?
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
buzzz
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.
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
'That's How They Get You' (E01)
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
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
Reverie
***** 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
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Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 6:12 AM UTC
Walls
"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-
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
We Grow up so Fast
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
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
Field Guide to Volume 1 of Microsoft Paint
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
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
pretty groovy