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Peaches and Cream poem

Peaches and cream
What a dream
On a hot and summery day
The taste of heaven in a bowl
Be careful the angels don’t take it away!

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Lemon

Lemon is bitter it’s safe to say, a different kind of fruit
But with all the uses the lemon does have
He is the most used
Oval and yellow, with a rind zest
Lemon is best squeezed
Use his juices to smother pancakes
Or do with him as you please.

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Blackberry

Blackberry born on a bed of thorns
Delicious when they aren’t red
Pick them all carefully in the briars
And put them in a jam for your bread!

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Limes

Limes are green with a harden rind
Great to eat or drink
Slice them thin and then enjoy
The juicy slimy treat!

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Depths of blackness

In the depths of blackness I hear the cries of creatures drowning in their own sorrows of the thick dark night.

Souls wretched and souls bereaved, crying out to the night for love and release.

The fires of torture burn through their brains, in an agonizing heat wave how can they be saved?

Swimming through the whiny larvae of their new found home, sinking floating, choking on volcanic foam.

Tortured souls how can they be released?

How can they suffer anymore than this? For what is the purpose, isn’t this insane?

To see tortured victims burn up in the flames?

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Apple

Apples are red, strawberries are too
I’m round and fat and ripe for you!
I’m crunchy and sweet and ready to eat!
So come on and try me, your in for a treat!

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Who am I?

Know me and the way I am,

I am the ocean,

I am the sands

 I am the sky

 I am the birds,

I am the beast

 I am all words.

I can love and I can hate,

I can kill and create,

I am something and I am not,

I am cold and I am hot.

I am life and I am death,

I am the wine,

I am the bread.

I am wet and I am dry,

I am the hills,

who am I?..…God!

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ditty of imagination

A delicate little ditty I sing to my babe, of fantasy worlds and lands

Of dragons and kings and of simplified things, of bodiless running hands

Witches cast spells and wizards as well, chimeras on the wing

Centaurs are fighting and knights are plighting whilst mermaids sit on rocks and sing

This is how my little one grows, as little children do

With their minds filled with magic, they will have fun, because imagination is a great virtue

 

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