"capsicum" poems
Just bought some capsicums
Big,round, fresh capsicums
Sweet and sour chicken in the menu
some fresh tomatoes, ginger and onions
A great recipe from mom's kitchen,
doesn't it sound and smell awesome?
green and red capsicums on the table
Take a sharp knife to cut them into halves
Paprika adds flavor to my chicken recipe
The taste I must adore...
Surprise Surprise... almost trip from the kitchen stool
A sharp knife falls on the kitchen floor
The green capsicums screams in despair...
" Are you really cutting me to pieces?"
And the red capsicums yell,
" Cut the greens not the reds?"
Is this my imagination ? Am I cooking in a dream?
capsicums can speak? Oh.. They really speak...
and pleading me to omit them from the recipe...
Again I look at the pretty capsicums..
Deciding whether to cook them or not
To capsicum I offer this thanks,
when needing something like peppers
It's you I very much adore,
Without, this recipe is lacking in so many ways.
Decided! In mom's kitchen
There is no compromise
Pretty capsicums green and red...
In my cooking *** you go.....
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
I would love to drag my aura on a walk to the top of a hill; make room in my rain jacket pockets for oleoresin capsicum and a flashlight, my container of weeds and slow burning leaves
I would love to kiss the grass with the spilling light from my mouth **** on my broken finger nails massaged by earth’s dirt
I would love to fall asleep under the hidden moon covered by a blanket made of water; they will remember my face with a smirk
I would love to cradle you little rotating sphere, nurture your tired ozone layer
She would love to drag us all, bury you beneath her holy herbaceous there will be plenty of firing kisses and the waves will come, you wont feel the cold
I would love to take you on a walk to the top of a hill
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
*Yellow pumpkin on a table
So blind with its crab's eyes
Smiling with white tooth of
Lady's finger seeds
A nose of gooseberry
Like Johnny had a little pie
Thick red lips of capsicum
Which makes him a wizard
Scary looks of pumpkin
Made the onions cry
Out his tongue of lily leaves
With his spells of magic
Trapping all the veggies
Into his pumpkin head of basket*
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens.
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement.
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute.
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
undated
Autumnal leaf air,
with the historical cut of princetonian guile
I walk toward the dull exonerated street
she looks heavenward; asks for a cigarillo
tahiti bean
we never questioned our being,
we just floated and
the capsicum katana slicing our
corneas into julienne,
I tell her I can't, I quit,
never knowing quite what to do
smoking in june outside a wedding with the boys
she cuts me off, fast it's back to
thinking of melting flower pots and broiled
confectioner's sugar in my tiptoe mind-
my toes are flat on the ground I walk with a gait,
lifting my heels as if i myself seemed an aristocratic soul
I look up
she has walked away
toward the
candy store
to buy licorice
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
The List:
carrot, eggplant, arbi,
capsicum, green peas -
press one for more options -
apples, new list apps
applesauce and ketchup
not Heinz but the cheaper one,
a new pressure cooker because the whistle doesn’t work
And with each tweak it tizzles out more,
theek nahi hai, yaar
no matter how many times you take it in,
it’s just jugaad again,
a permanent temporary fix,
so we need a new one, stainless
steel and big, bara
to cook all of your dreams.
grand total rages against your wallet,
paper thin but it’s digital,
anyway,
your eyes glaze, blaze
as the bag boy, too tired, too hassled,
too underpaid squishes the eggs
beneath the cooker
the shells quake in your eardrums
the smell of something rotten
beneath all those discounts.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
I carry your hands like waves breaking on the skin
your eyes get flammable like capsicum on innocent tongue
I have long conversations with this boiling sea
the sea bears the roundness of the moon
the moon reveals its wounds
the wounds shed their skins to feed
an undiscovered earth
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 7:30 AM UTC
Crazy I said
I can't live,if I wanted to live
I can live,if I will be invisible...
Birds near the scorching sky...
Pouring garland of love...
Twigs bloom...
Twisted dreams..
Crooked reality
Acupuncturing mind...
Beauty within
Volcanic misunderstanding
Erupts in queue of despair...
Chilling at forest...
Lighted a cigarette...
Watching sky heat...
Is it a solution in mind?
Cheers!!!
Sweet fruits ... orchard of wine...
Brilliant capsicum rotten...in darkness
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
Pitiful plow tilling fallow ground
Turning friable soil
Loamy luckless pillows trailing
Investments with no reward
Love doesn't grow here anymore
Persistent Poly; grandiose gumption
Attempting to alter the arc of a function
Showering afection
Anointing rays of attention
Amalgamated with emotion
Sowings showing no enrichment
Capsicum capsules; dormant destiny
Fruitless loom; hindered harvest
Barren barrel; wanting womb
Mirthless smirk; sorrowless frown
No seeds to spare, no crops to share
No capacity or compassion to care
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
He is spicy with his words
Sharp sense of wit
Soft like the taste of capsicum
He when to buy jalapeños
But the shiny thing he came back with
Im sure is not a jalapeño
For a jalapeño
Is not something you get on one knee for
Oct 30, 2022
Oct 30, 2022 at 11:02 AM UTC