Poetic Moments: An Ode to Fruit

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I ALWAYS SAY THAT "BEING SUCCESSFUL SHOULDN'T BE MEASURED BY YOUR WEALTH BUT YOUR WEALTH SHOULD BE DETERMINED BY HOW SUCCESSFUL YOU ARE IN CHANGING A LIFE, FULFILLING YOUR DREAMS AND SATISFIED OF WHO YOU WERE AND BECAME."

I'm my own woman! I do my OWN thing! and I definitely don't need to share with you what's going on with me! I have my OWN kind of way of thinking , I have my OWN prerogative . You worry about yours and I'm going to be fine worry about mines!

REGINA JOY

9.08.2010

An Ode to Fruit

Hmmm Strange Fruit
something like
Tangerines
yet so fruitful it is I could pick all day ,
Its rare to me Unrecognizable to me
Still I consume it though
I'm undecided if I should take another bite
I adore it its fulfills me it gives me an
everlasting
feeling of being in a garÐen full of fruitfullness
Nevermind
peach summer breeze,
will it have the same fruit full ness when the seasons change,
will I crave it will I cherish it umm
Tangerines
peeled seedless cut from a vine of well nourishment ,
so delicious I want in the morning noon and night
but can't its being shipped to every market by the time I got there all the
Tangerines
were gone
Nevermind
ap...ples oranges I want strange fruit Its rare its engaging its a spectacle its even more fruitful with
time

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JUST A LITTLE POEM FOR THE WEEK

OVER AND OVER AGAIN

Ando it began
Like a song on repeat
It became repetitive
It became a remembrance
It reminded me of something
Something that was familiar
Something that was more
; Than likely to happen to me
Something that I’d done before
Couldn’t put my mind on it
Couldn’t allocate it
Couldn’t describe it; but

It happened over and over again

Like the beginning words of this poem
Like the ending words of this poem
Like the stanza of this poem
It became annoying to me
It became a feeling of déjà vu
It became more clear to me that
Something was reoccurring
Something occurred before
Something happened; over and over again
Couldn’t put my mind on it,
Like pressing pause of this tape playing,
It was a feeling,
Something usual but strange and uninviting
Don’t know why can’t describe it but it keeps happening
OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
maYA

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