hugo la rosa

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Ode to the Orange

You reign among

the fruits,

in the magnified

yellow robe of the

great and noble ones,

amidst the variegated

multitude of

happy subjects.

You that successfully

confronted

maligned scurvy

in other times,

your golden rain

deliciously phrases

the love of

parents and teachers,

drenching all in ever

solid drops of nicely

arranged acidity,

seeking always to defeat

the bitter boredom of

demonic behavior,

within the lower regions

of enchanted brains,

those many supernova

stars bursting up from

the intelligent ranks

of the good and wise.

Oh primal benefactor of the

early mornings

of the poor,

girls and boys alike

smile to your

coolest brightness

in even the darkest

corridors of time,

schooling every recess

with the best

of all freedoms.

Oh transcendent sun

of democracy,

will we learn from you

in your great and

beneficent humility?

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Comments

Ravenshakti

16 years 8 months ago

This is wonderful...

Ahhh...Hugo... This is a magnificent tribute to one of my favorite fruits. And everything else the Orange and your poem stand for... Your words follow each other in a smooth transition. Which makes it comfortable and soothing to read. For Jewels; your poem wears Pearls of Wisdom. Your Light is shining bright, dear friend. Gentle Regards, Raven.

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Thank you Dear Raven

It had to be you to comment on the virtues of the Orange, which stands for the sun of freedom, and the democracy of children and especially the poor. I appreciate your comment more than ever, for you are a real friend. Thank you dear Raven, Blessings, Hugo

odd molly

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Hugo. I really like

Dear Hugo. I really like your poem. What is more beautiful than the fruits our mother in heaven prepares for us. The Sun egg is a story I loved to read when I was a child. It's about a little elf who finds an orange in the woods and think it's the sun that has lost an egg. Your poem is beautifully written and reminds us of one of our most beautiful gifts and it also shows a depth of soul and leaves a song in the heart. Love. odd Molly

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Odd Molly

I loved the Sun Egg story, it's a really peculiar way to appreciate the sun, really beautiful! Thank you for your gracious comment and the 5 stars. I'm glad you liked it. Gentle regards, Hugo

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

What can I say that hasn’t

What can I say that hasn't been said? Bravo! I'd like to share a poem written by an 11 year old, (now 12) the son of a poet on Poetry Chaikhana. Mexico Orange As the young boy goes outside to play he takes notice of the world of orange. He sees the orange lillies blowing blowing in the swift gentle breeze. The boy is happy to see such brightness in the world around him. He thinks of Mexico because of their tradition of bright colors. Right in front of him he can see the sizzling bright sun burning with such hot intensity. When sunset nears, the boy goes back inside to see his sweet grandma. She is sitting near the hot fireplace on a rocking chair. The boy climbs onto his Grandmas lap and slowly falls asleep to the orange crackle of the fire. _________________ The universe is a wonder, isn't it dear Hugo? Love, Anna