Blueberries Poems - Poems about Blueberries

Lizard was slurping down his blueberry in the most luscious way. Making lovely trickling down the face noises on this happy Monday. I had never seen anyone else enjoy blueberries as much as this guy. By the time he finished snatching up blueberries, I had to cancel the pie....

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A baby boomer, late bloomer, at times a doom and gloom er. Eats blueberries, says Hail Mary's, believes in leprechauns and fairies. Works on commission, has good nutrition, too impatient to ever go fishing. Sings in C, off key but always very happily. Never a stoic, brave and heroic. Lately feeling mesozoic....

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Blueberries, nuts, assorted fruits Spinach, kale, and vegetable roots One glass of Cabernet each night Walk, then meditate--get it right Running from aging, you can see Alas, time has caught up with me! February 1, 2022...

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Chippy and Chipper, playing in my yard; a hoard of blueberries surround tiny hole near my garage door; Chipper pops out and lightening dashes for my pear trees... a pause says, "hello"... the foraging resumes and the morning ritual has begun. ...

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Part of my family went pick'n blueberries Kaizley only 18 months old picked quite a few She was a pound heavier when she left the bush Taking care of the lower limbs, she came away blue Karter was busy reaching in the middle A handful in his mouth, he was quite subtle Then a handful in his bag, as swift as...

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Cherries and Blueberries Fresh cherries, red ripened under the sun; Picked in the orchard, plump, and succulent. And blueberries plucked from bushes in the wild, Mouth-watering, tasty when crushed in the mouth. Absolutely delicious when used as fillers, In brimmed over tarts or between pie crust layers. Or dusted with sugar and crème poured over, Enjoyed separate or combined flavors together. Blueberry pancakes and...

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I came upon some blueberries While strolling through a country woods. So big, so plump and very ripe And they were growing all around. I was amazed that no one had Yet come by here and picked them all. So, from my pocket I took out A shopping bag and set about To pick as many as I could Before the sun of day...

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blueberries ripen ready to be picked for a pie.... tail wagging dog eats I did not know that dogs liked blueberries....

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blueberry smoothie my daily breakfast includes blue berries in my smoothie blueberry, strawberry, oranges banana, pineapple, home made kefir kale spinach wheat grass macca root apple cider vinegar coconut oil stevia honey cinnamon all blended to perfection that is my daily breakfast fit for a champion tweeter speak prompt...

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Just saying the words "blueberry pie" changes the way you feel. And it's no wonder it finds a place of honor at the end of a home-cooked meal, for there is no need to pit nor peel this sweet-tart low-bush fruit, just add a dash of sugar and a flaky shell and a little bit of love to boot. When you say the...

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Oh how I love blueberries! Those tiny round baubles of blue, energize my very being. Soft, sweet pebble blues, floating in my yogurt make my tongue dance and palate sing; of all fruits, they are my favorite. Blueberries raw or baked in a pie; blueberry cobbler, muffins or juice; it matters not the form I enjoy; blueberries keep...

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Blue baubles floating in cream Blueberry dreams fly On anti-oxidant wings; I soar to new heights Such flavor delights; Love fruity Sweets!...

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Blueberries rushing down five at a time from loaded branches tom-tom the bottom of a coffee can until growing numbers mute the beat. Super pickers fill two cans an hour in bumper season. Pies and muffins march from ovens and cereal looks richer than a lapis crown. In blueberry time we reach to the highest hoards. On these gems of the Sun we...

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Warm, gently flavoured blueberry lemon pancakes syrup and whipped creme...

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In the ripening air, petite blueberries of delight, Barely ready to be devoured, so sour, float to me and I catch each one with my mouth and I smush them. Pulpy goodness almost satisfies. I tingle like a dog during winter's first sprinkle. The smallest - the sourest, are the hardest. The sweetest I can mash with my lips alone. My cresting...

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