"garlics" poems
See, see the tiny sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Tony do you
Wonder why the armadillo ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel churned.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your giffengididdle ****** growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your pantsy potting shed
Smells of ******
Everything under the big tiny sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm garlics.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
and
The pickles
on the shelves
in the condiment aisle
are readying
themselves
for the winter
The half-sours
stand at attention
The garlics stand
at parade rest
Dill chips are
stacked so
their eyes cannot see
out the jar
Mrs. Smith's bread & butter
pickles will not be on sale
again until late Spring
(so tasty are these)
What a long cold winter
awaits those
underachieving cucumbers
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
In the midst of the long chaos in Gaza.
Also difficulties and limitations in any way.
There is a ten year old little girl named Renad.
Who has an unbreakable spirit.
To do her own food cooking show.
You can see her almost every day on Tiktok.
Renad always looks cheerful.
Laughing in front of the camera while showing the ingredients she will cook.
Onions , eggplants , tomatoes , garlics , fava beans , spices , luncheon and others.
She mixes all the ingredients then cooks them quickly.
Maqluba , mulukhiya , musakhan , manakesh , whatever she can cook.
Then she shows it to the camera.
Renad is always proud to show the food she cooks.
Then she starts eating slowly while explaining the taste.
With an expression full of enjoyment she chews her food.
Making anyone who sees feel wants to taste it.
After that she smiles with satisfaction and says.
BETJANIN !...
December 2024
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:29 AM UTC
Rejoice!
This sweltering band of pariahs raised
through one hand, one voice,
dragging chain like kitetails,
stable on cloud, though untethered.
The unfed gape,
pitcher plants in empty nests.
Even flies evade this truth.
Rejoice!
Mingle the sweats of our bare naked bones,
lost nosegays, groping green garlics thrown,
half-gnawed red raw chicken ******* blown
out and festering in pits,
garbage cans,
coffees slow whisked to instant
black ground,
whether silken and dazzling,
whether burlap and scratching,
linens that never hold a press,
admit the one stench
that no weave contains.
Rejoice!
All ye cast off jesters and janglers,
jasmine untanglers,
rejoice and submit
to this one sweet stench
that is we.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC