sweet and power

[cacian]

I peel the orange
I rare to eat
I sigh at it
from side to rear
I wonder if
sweet is the meal
nature is gift
to its appear
and light is
lift to its
appeal
I still unsure
its ripeness lures
I might deject it
bitter fures

I peel the orange
I rare to eat
I wish it
pungent
almost mure
ready or not
I take a dent
I shall desist
its cursive bent
hopeful and more
the fruit turns
cure
the
taste is sure
marmalade
pure
of what a jour!

[osho]

The orange you peel
Gives me a great feel
I then live in a great thrill
With not a tad shrill

Oranges are peeled
Unpeeled oranges remain dumped
The juice of it boozes the drunk
And when swum in a pool of orange
I cannot remain un-sunk

peel and keep on peeling
There is a thirsty one
The tongue is ready to lick


I savor in devouring the pulp of the orange
And do not let it go wasted

Every drop of it

Oh, Cacain,

You wrote so beautifully and this thought popped up spontaneously. I like to mimic your superb style but to no avail