Fruit
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there’s a lot that is very hard to put on paper
indescribable if you will
I looked up at kites but never did set out to fly one myself
tiny fragile budclean prune cultivate nurture—precious child blossoms....Mark Toney © 2020.4/19/2020 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Oh to be the wind
blowing so gently
Oh to be the strawberry
Red and scrumptious
Oh to be...
wait
The bumblebee?
I don't know about this....
well, if you say so.
Ba-bump ba-bump
Melted strawberry jam pools around my knees
From my sister where I am seated
she remains hidden and alone
unexplored gold
the color of a budding marigold
aglow like a vivid citrine gemstone,
then endures a metamorphosis
she sheds like a sweet reptilian
There is an annoying orange fruit,
Who considers himself as quite cute.
A sprite would start raving mad
Then beating this funny lad
With some leprechaun magic, "Hoot, hoot!"
Raspberry juice seeps through her teeth
and drips out of the corner of her faked-smile.
Her lips are stained by blackberries,
each one delicately plucked
at the exact moment she was least ready for it.
whispers...
in the night send quite a bit of fright
yesterday dreams of eating vanilla ice ceam
outside in the street hearing people scream
going shadow boxing & I'm not lying
A plum,
A grape,
But not an ape,
Blue and red,
You’ll look it when dead,
You gasp for air,
No longer white,
You long for something,
With all your might,
But the color of the sky,
When I'm high I like to eat fruit. Grapes mostly in the late night as I listen to my badu or rain Forrest and meditate.
There is no subtlety
in eating this winter treat-
a pomegranate
a tempting violent ordeal
red stickiness permeates
your hands become tools
gripping its flesh in both palms
Consume the worldIn a fleshy fruit!Savor its flavorDevour the bruteWe fight for what we eat Even though there’s not enough meatThe pesticides, the herbicides, the fallen leaves
Nostalgic scents can cause a young soul like I,
to be inspired by a dozen words like a mother baking pie,
a mother that fed a dozen little botany loving kids that never hindered to cry
From friends from before, to friends I’ve never met…
Like playing cards they are, when the deck is shuffled
Same cards, different cards,
Or a mix of both.
How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it
Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit
Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love
Something this good is totally undreamed of
Fruits and Vegetables
are good for you to eat
They make you strong
from your head to your feet
Some are round
some are long
Whichever you choose
will make you strong
I won't beat myself up
I will strive to move forward
because of a Love based on God
I won't ignore the past
I will learn how to better myself
because of God's Peace in my life
One plus one plus one plus one. It’s endless. Separate components come together. Pink yellow green orange. Around and around and around. Never stops. Like a ballerina. Infinite. Until the giant monster ends the color war.