"nasturtium" poems
The June night wears the moonlight scarf
perfuming it with the peony's presence
The gardenia's petals kiss its satin
The nasturtium's fingers lace its orange straps
The summer lust blows it away
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
A boy picked a flower
and it taught him to grow.
He kissed her petals
and dreamed in her scent.
Then he closed his eyes
to use color
and the orange moved him
the black did scare him
blue rained down
and took her petals
and as death embraces her
he is lost in a sea
of Nasturtium flower.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
Just had my lunch!!!
Sliced turkey breast with roasted vegetables
And a creamy rich smooth gravy
When I was in the Chefy world
The turkey would have been carved
Into the perfectly symmetrical square
The veg identical cubes
The gravy now a single smear of Jue
Yes, art on a plate and an hour to make
Mine took me about twenty minutes
And tasted just great
Oh yes, I can do the ******** stuff
A fresh summer salad
Garnished with nasturtium flowers
Fresh nasturtium leaves for a peppery taste
Then charge you twenty pounds a plate
Not forgetting cogwheeled tomatoes on the side
A sight to make eyes open wide
But back to my dinner
Turkey slices half inch thick
Roasted veggies rough cut and crisp
All swimming in a rich brown sauce
No Chefy stuff or Chefy thoughts
Now that is food...
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
(Poet’s Note : This poem is the first of two poems on The Nature of Truth)
Truth came from the purest of pure
smell of pine between toes endure
from crystal streams where trout shimmer
like rainbow dreams
from seagulls on wing, willow whisper then sing
deep down Poseidon takes his blue cue anew
She came from violet centres
floating in a bowl she enters
new-borns **** her milk rippling
down sunburnt throats
never forlorn, sailing a boat
Truth swoops her eagles over the Globe
travelling cyberways to hold her laughter
floating from Galactic Sun
Radiant across every gradient smiling
warmest sweet, tiny perfect teeth
gleaming in a tweet !
She came to stroke, sprinkle justice with
joy, transform lies with tears, lifting hearts from holes with bells on her toes
out of dirt, up the stairs eating mushrooms
with dare
breathe in human hair, listening to rolling
drums with care, ******* sweet nectar
She senses through many lenses
Truth comes to give Grace, sweetbreads
shout-outs, petals, stardust, eggs
across ages and aeons from Mercury
Venus and Mars to give answers in
glasses between shells from lagoons
Her breath smells of grass newly cut
exuberant nasturtium and lily in hug
conflicts melt away
Truth in a barn where couples lie
butternut soup on a winter’s table
where fathers laugh with a terrier
in good health, Siamese
purring on a persian rug
Truth completes a circle, opens up
channels joyously
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
And so my garden I did fill
with nasturtiums bright and clear
they did with colour fill the space
they did not my eyes disgrace
Black fly is their only foe
and so the black fly have to go
I'm going to ****** them
And so with a bottles deadly spray
I did deluge them, end their play
I did with soapy water end attack
By those who would drink the sap
of the plants I so admire
Yes nasturtium is a simple plant
unlike the rose not worthy of a second glance
but it belongs to me
You see.... the fresh young leaves are a tasty treat
even the flowers are a tasty treat
In a salad for your tea
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
pick me up properly
changing infancy energy
clarified butter
1 cup mint
3 parts nasturtium
once grass
seemed deeper
now
prized, contained
bite bitter
pungent fever
shifty roots
dependent
austere
it is todays found forms
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
Explain Krieg und Krise. Remember Nanjing. Hand twist nasturtium, trim Elijah in no other language but your own. Delicious, decked against scurvy despite punishing days world unwraps, made available to voracity, where would you build, on what day? Perfection unable to sit still comes towards ambush as peasant night squeaks to the border. Chanticleer in linear e phlox stammers discretely, hammers combination, blends tonality. Gravid as brook trout, orangerie cascades kanji. Bucolic spasm shimmering, weeping runes a la Giverny become Cycladic, veers off color’s lambent arsenal. Caustic repeats, Gatling interferes, hope bails, song recants. A Zebedee in Flemish hue cracks *** luck, lets out gurgle. But in good fortune, peaches to daisies, Abigail to titmouse, family is raised.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
It is the seed moon,
the time of sowing.
The roads and skies
have grown quiet.
Sometimes in the stillness
I can feel the earth dreaming.
There are many things I can't do
in these strange times.
But I can plant seeds.
I hold them like prayers
in the palm of my hand,
I notice their shape and size,
the way they catch the light.
Their impossible promise.
I teach my children
to make wishes on them -
and I make wishes too.
I breathe my brightest,
most golden dreams
into these seeds,
dreams wild as sweet violets
on hidden forest floors.
Poppy, nasturtium, sunflower and sage:
bring nectar, food and medicine,
praise the sun.
Corn, squash, tomato and bean:
seeds of hope
for the creatures
and the wild places
and all those yet to come.
May this great pause
be a seed itself
for the beautiful future
which wants and waits to be born.
I think anyone who says
that miracles aren't possible
must not have planted seeds.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
Sunflowers
Free verse by Jacob
I cannot help but stop and look at wilted zinnias.
Do zinnias make you shiver?
do they?
How happy are pale, disked dandelions!
Dead, daring, disked dandelions.
Never forget the colourless and weak disked dandelions.
snowberry are not fatless!
snowberry are exceptionally fatty.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the snowberry,
Gently they go - the zaftig, the fatty, the fat-free.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why aren't western wildflowers more large?"
Lap. lap, lap.
All that is reverse is not nasturtium,
nasturtium, by all account is small.
Do nasturtium make you shiver?
do they?
I cannot help but stop and look at embroidered, fragrant flowers.
Do fragrant flowers make you shiver?
do they?
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC