Orange color in the fruit -- a Poem for the Mini Challenge

Orange colored fruits;
  oranges and pumpkins;  
   for food and drinking  

Orange color favored by harvest teams
Hue of ripening pumpkins of the North
South's tasty namesake Oranges spout forth
Their juices slightly acrid sugar sweet
Both fruits eaten soon, each fall's yummy treat
Orange gems, sip one, other rates a fork
Said orange colored drink we'll  pull the cork
Tasty orange pumpkim pie lightly browned 

Hunger, mouths water while watching the cook
Delight, taste buds satisfied bellies stuffed
Gratified, drinks, 7up and OJ 
Glee, youngsters shout, light the candles they took
Happy, Monster's face shone and children roughed 
Content, bedded young doze while elders play 
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
    The photo is of an orange off our backyard tree (it's photo).  I had always thought it was a lemon tree but picking the bright orange fruit I could tell it was not a lemon.  It did suffer damage, I may taste it but Mrs. Jim said she wouldn't eat it.
 - I'm linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/weekend-mini-challenge-rainbow-of.html?m=1
 - A Pectrarchan Sonnet here (also called 'Italian Sonnet'), with Rhyme Scheme ABBAABBA CDECDE. Technically mine is "Near Rhyme" due to the scarce rhyming availability for the end words I have chosen. 

I loved, I ... -- a Poem

Fräulein to Frau

 

Mox nicht and with a shrug 

of the shoulders 

she left 

It looked so easy but we all knew  

She would be crying all night 

So did it really matter?   

Indeed it did, she loved that bum 

with a passion 

not known since Cleopatra 

pulled her big stunt 

A happy ending here,

she did recover 

and lived 

happily ever after  

 

She was 

just one of the many 

better 

better for loving 

and losing  

Mox nicht 

with the world 

nor us, her 

friends 

Dah

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Fireblossom, aka Shay, in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/fireblossom-friday-say-word.html?m=1
 - I couldn't resist writing as my recollections of three semesters said, "Pay up."

a Sunday Poem -- Resistance

Resisting Change;
  double negatives 

I'm old and I don't want to change
Why then do you write those new forms
Sometimes yours are okay some flop
Mediocrity you are called

I'm old and I go with the flow
What others can do I can write
I've been told some aren't really poems
You think you write because that's you

I write for readers most of them
if I can.  Writing is fun when
some folks read and like what you wrote
For them I write, forest trees fall

To resist resisting's my game
Going with the flow I won't change
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Brendan MacOdrum in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/weekend-challenge-resistance.html?m=1