12 Poems To Read From Inside A Peach

– A Life Primer –

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A .Life Primer –

1

When Winter nips our fingertips,

and hopes are hard to reach,

I build some wings to fly away

and live

       ..    …  .. inside

          ……     .            .   . a peach.

2

I am not one for speeches, love,

but sirens make no screeches, love,

and ohhh, the winds sing each to each,

when your house, I espouse, is a peach.
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3

In peaches, they preaches, you can’t have a dog,

no, there just isn’t room so you can’t…

But that’s fine by me, my pet’s plucky and wee

like Bendy my friendly pet ant.
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4

Mama says it’s icky! Papa says it’s tricky!

You‘ll get sticky toes!… they beseech!!!

But they’re loosey goosey, life’s jolly and juicy!

…when living inside of a peach.

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5

Rains plippity plop at the tip-tippy- top –

as we swim in a peach flavored sea…

Then Cricket drops in as we sip as we swim…

just Cricket… and Anty… and me…

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6

At noontime we stand on the white fuzzy sand…

we hop upon white fuzzy beaches…

and life’s without hassles when building fluff castles

and hopping up top upon peaches.

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7

At nighttime when spiders come biting and brawling

and calling hi ho! as they crawl,

we hush till they go and then laugh just to show

weren’t none of us frightened at all.

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8

We twitter! We skitter!! We holler!!! We howl!!!!…

pretending we’re spiders ourselves.

We make a big ruckus, we shake a big tuchus,

a’bumble like tumbling elves.

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9

We watch the moon rise in the sparkling sky,

and it looks like a peach – big and round –

as we sit here under and whisper – and wonder –

if  someone up there’s looking down.

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10

A peach has no floors, no windows, no doors,

no monotonous mountains of dishes…

and life is a dream when there’s nothing to clean,

and our days are all spent chasing wishes.

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11

(As oceans with fishes are peaches with wishes,

they flutter like dust on the sun.

They flutter about till they’re all fluttered out,

and then fall fast asleep on your tongue.)

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12

Ho and Hum, I don’t mosey. These tosies don’t wander.

My life is too cozy right here – and not yonder…

No more will I roam  for I’ve found home sweet home

and I’m living inside of a peach.

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