Grown in groves on the sides of hills,
Ripened by the blazing Mediterranean sun;
These fruits grow into bunches of green delight,
To produce the oil for cooking my culinary repast.
These small green morsels of exquisite taste,
Tempt me from the shelves, as I pass them by,
Only to wander back, needing to take them
From the shelf, with anxious anticipation.
I release these trapped fruits from the jar,
And put them gently on my tongue, savour
Their wonderful unique flavour, with the buds of my sense,
Then bite lovingly into their soft, yielding flesh.
The taste lasts for minutes, but the other traplings
Call to me from their cell, so tempted again and again,
The green bodies soon disappear, until no more.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was at a party many years ago and olives were distributed over the tables, I think I ate most of them. LOL
- Category: Humor
- Views: 23
- Users favorite of this poem: Salvia.S, Priya Tomar, Cheeky Missy, Bella Shepard
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Comments9
I really enjoyed your poem—it's playful and full of personality! Olives are my favourite too, so I loved how you captured their taste and charm so perfectly.
So kind Salvia, thank you.
Andy
The playful poems channel the true nature of the craft when it comes to writing. Good job!!!
Mch appreciated Bragee.
Andy
So you've never busted a tooth on one of their stones? All that salt and your blood pressure...
However you have improved their image here, Andy.
Ni never have busted a tooth n my blood pressure is always fine. LOL
Thanks for you kind words Dave.
Andy
You caged nature in your words....
Very nice
Thank you Priya.
Andy
Never tasted them in all my millions of years. Should I?!
I prefer them to pork pies Orchi.
Andy
If I were an olive I would find this poem quite seductive. As it is Gold it enhances my appetite. A fun read nicely done
Thank you soren, most kind.
Andy
You are welcome Andy
A culinary treat lol 🫒 😆
They certainly are Teddy, thank you.
Andy
A lovely write to one of those marmite things, enjoyed the read
So true Tobani, Mary can't stand them.
Andy
You are very welcome
I have to say Andy, this poem is a most sensual delight, your love affair with the olive. When I was a child I was always fascinated by the pimento in the green olive. I didn't like them then, but love them now. I can also rememeber putting black olives on my fingertips and eating them one at a time. It make me laugh to see my grandchildren doing the same thing. A great write my friend!
Thank you for your kind words Bella, glad that you enjoy them and that you grandchildren are making you laugh.
Andy
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