Orchard

Sweet as the sap from the
nectar tree
Is the love
Which you give
Exclusuveky unto me
Ripe as a cluster of raisins
Which grew in the sun
Is our love
This day as
From the day we begun
Luscious as a honey dew melon
You are and
shall forever be
A seal
A signature
on my heart
For all
to see

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Mississippi Limerick

On the raft down the Mississippi
were the wife and her husband Hippie.
When they brought back the melons
from the striped, shackled felons
they soon sank and the water was nippy.

But they had, for the voyage, prepared
and that is why both of them fared
rather well in the end
and this limerick was penned
so the story could truly be shared.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Supermarket Spring

brazen hussy at the check-out desk
cast aside her thermal vest
and without anymore ado
treated the Tesco's weekend queue
to a Vernal Equinox Review

and with cheesecake, melons and Danish-Blue
showed what one or two could do

of the chicken-breast for one man's tea
she revealed it's true inadequacy

oh how Spring was sprung in every aisle
as she took off for more air-miles

poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Wortermelon Time

Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again,
And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me,
Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin--
Which is the why and wharefore, as you can plainly see.

Oh! it's in the sandy soil wortermelons does the best,
And it's thare they'll lay and waller in the sunshine and
the dew
Tel they wear all the green streaks clean off of theyr
breast;
And you bet I ain't a-findin' any fault with them; ain't
you?

They ain't no better thing in the vegetable line;
And they don't need much 'tendin', as ev'ry farmer
knows;
And when theyr ripe and ready fer to pluck from the vine,
I want to say to you theyr the best fruit that grows.

It's some likes the yeller-core, and some likes the red.

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poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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When We Make Love (2)

when we make love
i remember a fruit blend
of strawberry
and mango and melon
i like the ground ice
inside my head
when i close my eyes
after we make love
i see blue skies and white herons flying

i hear the songs of angels
i sense the world slowly revolving
and then dissolving
into a very hollow space
in perfect silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Either Or

soft
summer sea
of mashed water melons.
sanded U.V protection.
cream of life friends with seashells
counted particles of oblivion
delayed until the sun's funeral.
closed circuits forbidden
on a sharp stormy winter blade,
long live rain water
blended with mud,
and some dozens of boot raisins
the zombiac leaves of the autumn
rott rott rott rott rott.
about the life
that hides behind the crack.

poem by Celine Charcoal
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Memory Love

She languishes there among my memories

making fleeting and unexpected appearances;

cupid's arrows still flying true

to my heart stone;

before I can look to see

she is gone again,

mixing in perfectly among other opaque

things which live too inside my mind.

She would lay sometimes in full view

on her Cleopatra Sofa

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Disciples

"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and
to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H."

Beneath the vine tree and the fig
Where mortal cares may not intrude,
On melon and on sucking pig
Although their brains are bright and big
Banquet the Great White Brotherhood.

Among the fountains and the trees
That fringed his garden's glowing border,
At sunset walked, and, in the breeze
With his disciples, took his ease
An Adept of the Holy Order.

"My children," Said the holy man,
"Once more I'm willing to unmask me.
This is my birthday; and my plan
Is to bestow on you (I can)

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I Didn't Know

I didn't know,
I didn't know
Well I didn't like cheeseburger alleycats near me
A petrified Phish disease,
I wish somebody'd hear me
I didn't like maple dew, honey melon watercress
I didn't like Phish shoes down by muddy watermelon
I didn't seem to miss you when you kiss'd my honey water
And even showed a picture, showed her down by honey's border
But who laid silver tooth and broke my sunny shoe shine
And all my plastic melodreams are waiting for their new shine
Pardon me, Doug (pardon me, Doug)
Is this a picture of Otis Redding?
Yes! Yes! Taken right before he died
Well you can give me his hide
(well you can give me his hide)
(I didn't know)
I didn't know that I was that far gone (8x)
Well I woulda' liked to seen Bess Truman come see me
and hear all the revolutionaries come free me

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song performed by Phish
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Heights Of Folly

O crows circling over my head and cawing!
I admit to being, at times,
Suddenly, and without the slightest warning,
Exceedingly happy.

On a morning otherwise sunless,
Strolling arm in arm
Past some gallows-shaped trees
With my dear Helen,
Who is also a strange bird,

With a feeling of being summoned
Urgently, but by a most gracious invitation
To breakfast on slices of watermelon
In the company of naked gods and goddesses
On a patch of last night's snow.

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A Monologue To Love

love
i like to love you like love
why do you hurt me
at the end?

love?
what do you expect of me?
why do you give me hope?
only to push me at the edge
of the cliff
and then i fall and get
crushed
like a splattered melon
on the ground

love
i had once an ecstasy of you
love i have loved you
and you loved me too

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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4th Chorus Mexico City Blues

Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million dollars
He was Tight

Frog waits
Till poor fly
Flies by
And then they got him

The pool of clear rocks
Covered with vegetable scum
Covered the rocks
Clear the pool
Covered the warm surface
Covered the lotus
Dusted the watermelon flower
Aerial the Pad
Clean queer the clear
blue water

AND THEN THEY GOT HIM

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poem by Jack Kerouac
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Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly,
And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.
Which was the real—the butterfly or the man ?
Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things?
The water that flows into the depth of the distant sea
Returns anon to the shallows of a transparent stream.
The man, raising melons outside the green gate of the city,
Was once the Prince of the East Hill.
So must rank and riches vanish.
You know it, still you toil and toil,—what for?

poem by Li Po
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Aint It The Truth

Aint it the truth
Aint it the truth, now, baby
Aint it the truth, now
What I say?
Eat watermelon
Eat peaches and cream
Eat ripe tomatoes
You know what I mean.
Aint it the truth
Aint it the truth, now, baby
Aint it the truth, now
What I say?
Your majesty
Your curvaceousness
Your highness
Your soulfulness.
Make love to me, babe
Make love to me
Make me feel all right, now
Make me feel so good.

song performed by Neil Young
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the reason why i want to be you
is because you like to be me too

we become mirrors then
i to you
and you to me

what i do you shall do
and what you do i shall do too

it happens all the time
and all the people in the neighborhood
talk and laugh

about this mimicry
they call it crazy

we look like a melon cut into
perfect halves

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mutuality Galore

the reason why i want to be you
is because you like to be me too

we become mirrors then
i to you
and you to me

what i do you shall do
and what you do i shall do too

it happens all the time
and all the people in the neighborhood
talk and laugh

about this mimicry
they call it crazy

we look like a melon cut into
perfect halves

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dirty Brown Leaves And Windy Dreams by Talile Ali

kick up your feet and smell the air
full of moisture, fungus, and dust
take off your shoes and reflect
as the air washes out the must
pretty women walking in the distance
chatting about this and eating sprat
old people resting in the shadows
children laughing at being rats
sip of water, hint of melon
garbage floating in the stream
remarkable blessings flow around
dirty brown leaves and windy dreams

Copyright © 2009

poem by Talile Ali
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A Water Melon's Truth

Roving back through wild centuries
At rust and ripeness time
To land blood wet, martyrs fed,
A water melon still conceives
What alone bears peace-a sweet heart,
Summer's blood, timber scent-

Each slice for life time sweet,
Munch you as you would grapes or kisses.
Her only hope, wish for nothing on earth
Save eternal be her internal love's season,
Akin to sea plain where no autumn comes,
Though all things go, not one lasts.

poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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What Papa Do Not Like To See...

a jar on an edge that with a slight push
falls and breaks into pieces,

a sparrow's egg on its nest between the twigs
of the guava tree

a coke bottle put inside the freezer (for he
knows that it will crack, and he does not like to
see broken glass and spilled colored water
inside the frozen floor)

a watermelon on the table with all the possibilities
that it will roll and crush itself on the kitchen floor

a little boy in the middle of the road's curve and there
is a high speeding bus coming...

my papa is not weird after all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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THE QUICK BRUISE AND RUN Of LOVE by Marjorie Evasco

(for Mary Ann & Marc)
I.
Summer twilight slices into two
Halves of a sweet cantaloupe;
At table, the speckled stargazer
Opens its fragrant petals windward;
At my foot, our old cat dreams.
Nothing here betrays the grace
We speak of at each meal, together
Or alone. Today, while one of us
Sits under the tamarinds,
And another wades the golden river,
I alone sit at table, a mother
Attending to the core of fruit
Cleaving to the knife, the fuchsia
Flower sundered by summer’s heat,
The cat purring its ninth life away.
II.
Yesterday night after dinner, we told
An old story, pausing at a part

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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