"rooibos" poems - Hello Poetry

-World's Greatest Fisherman falls in love- -Dinosaur corn sandwich- -Battling babbling trapezoid mice- -Green tea thieves are furious, they accidentally stole Rooibos- -A School Boy shellacking shekels- -I don't live because I'm alive- -Jesus on LSD sees Bob Marley- -Something useful becomes of this- -A dog painted to look like a Christmas tree drawn in the Saturday Evening Post- -For a brief period of time, nobody can in fact remember which way is up- -Same thing, only this time it happens in the time right before Tesla was born- -A mirror reveals what we look like inside out, and a little bit more to the left- -Vincent Price suddenly remembers where he left his car keys in 1978-

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Jan 3, 2013

Jan 3, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC

brycical

These Are Scenarios

-World's Greatest Fisherman falls in love- -Dinosaur corn sandwich- -Battling babbling trapezoid mice- -Green tea thieves are furious, they accidentally stole Rooibos- -A School Boy shellacking shekels- -I don't live because I'm alive- -Jesus on LSD sees Bob Marley- -Something useful becomes of this- -A dog painted to look like a Christmas tree drawn in the Saturday Evening Post- -For a brief period of time, nobody can in fact remember which way is up- -Same thing, only this time it happens in the time right before Tesla was born- -A mirror reveals what we look like inside out, and a little bit more to the left- -Vincent Price suddenly remembers where he left his car keys in 1978-

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Year’s end. Shades collapsed a spell Amidst nocturne Hex. Thought wandering back to Diet Coke infusion caffeine memory, goldfish sized. The days where it ends. Loathing, topspin grim. Time sprout. Shades up a touch Among daybreak incandescence, rooibos serenade, shutting the irrationality switch off. The days where it begins. Where I learn. Perhaps I am myself again.

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC

ce-green

Breakthrough

Year’s end. Shades collapsed a spell Amidst nocturne Hex. Thought wandering back to Diet Coke infusion caffeine memory, goldfish sized. The days where it ends. Loathing, topspin grim. Time sprout. Shades up a touch Among daybreak incandescence, rooibos serenade, shutting the irrationality switch off. The days where it begins. Where I learn. Perhaps I am myself again.

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There it looms, a life like mountain/ sheathed in fynbos, all shades of green/ while the cape drags in reluctant seaweed/ and the wind makes contrails of my hair/ I ascend too with the heather, the rooibos and the hottentot/ We climb/ now a collective of exaggerated beauty/ defiant in wind, spray and fire/ There are leaves as prone as a flat lined heart/ reeds as resilient as a returning pulse/and we all watch the hope of yolk/ of a Sunday sun dipping into the ocean/promising to rise again/ We creep up the leeward and the windward/ ensconced in the spiral of a soul entropy/ determined to survive every rock and crevice/ to hoist ourselves up the flagpole of the cosmic plan/

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Mar 8, 2021

Mar 8, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC

davinaesolomon

Collective Ascent

There it looms, a life like mountain/ sheathed in fynbos, all shades of green/ while the cape drags in reluctant seaweed/ and the wind makes contrails of my hair/ I ascend too with the heather, the rooibos and the hottentot/ We climb/ now a collective of exaggerated beauty/ defiant in wind, spray and fire/ There are leaves as prone as a flat lined heart/ reeds as resilient as a returning pulse/and we all watch the hope of yolk/ of a Sunday sun dipping into the ocean/promising to rise again/ We creep up the leeward and the windward/ ensconced in the spiral of a soul entropy/ determined to survive every rock and crevice/ to hoist ourselves up the flagpole of the cosmic plan/

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My palate makes the switch from heavy hops to rooibos, ignoring The powerlines and harmonies and busy highways. There’s a chill in my bones upon discovering something beautiful: Someone who can play the piano, The disconnectedness from self I learn to love, The gradual erasure of self Into Silence Apart from the occasional clever word and smug smile. As love spills towards me like a waterfall from the mountain, I solemnly realize that I have a problem and the bitter- Sweet voice replies “So do we all.” I trust and love that voice more than everything: More than the wallpaper that has guided my trip up the stairs for years, More than the cigarette-smoke smelling basement, More than the front yard that tastes like pine sap and motor oil. I take to the neighborhood the same way A shark takes to the taste of blood. I could write for ages about that basement and the spaces of it I never walked The corners I only gazed at as if they were the darkest depths of the human soul And never touched -- Because they felt like ghosts upon my skin, Because the television cast a glow on them that told me to avoid them. It lives in my sternum, like the pill which sticks in my intestines And eats away at the tender membranes til they burst.

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Oct 27, 2013

Oct 27, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC

kelly-oconnor-1

Rooibos

My palate makes the switch from heavy hops to rooibos, ignoring The powerlines and harmonies and busy highways. There’s a chill in my bones upon discovering something beautiful: Someone who can play the piano, The disconnectedness from self I learn to love, The gradual erasure of self Into Silence Apart from the occasional clever word and smug smile. As love spills towards me like a waterfall from the mountain, I solemnly realize that I have a problem and the bitter- Sweet voice replies “So do we all.” I trust and love that voice more than everything: More than the wallpaper that has guided my trip up the stairs for years, More than the cigarette-smoke smelling basement, More than the front yard that tastes like pine sap and motor oil. I take to the neighborhood the same way A shark takes to the taste of blood. I could write for ages about that basement and the spaces of it I never walked The corners I only gazed at as if they were the darkest depths of the human soul And never touched -- Because they felt like ghosts upon my skin, Because the television cast a glow on them that told me to avoid them. It lives in my sternum, like the pill which sticks in my intestines And eats away at the tender membranes til they burst.

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carpal tunnel born of first-serve lets and second-serve ace comebacks -- from sloughing off winter coats to share between twelve -- my wrists are less than echoes and may have been little more to begin -- suspended by gossamer, brass-covered lichen and ticking fungi, like man, (with his whirling gears and mad metals) replaced nature's course with an automated system -- i would rust just to crack but they keep me too clean -- my sunspots have fled to warmer pastures, i am milk-buckets on overcast farm dawnings, but surely even they have seen the light of day -- splashed my face with wine and rooibos to see if i would stain like the canvas metaphor my generation ascribes to -- maroon dispersion in terra cotta wash, twining around a spiral course -- the folly of it went ignored 'til my lost and floating freckles gathered at the drain and clogged the sink to overflow.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC

foxsuitpoetry

(w)reckless freckles

carpal tunnel born of first-serve lets and second-serve ace comebacks -- from sloughing off winter coats to share between twelve -- my wrists are less than echoes and may have been little more to begin -- suspended by gossamer, brass-covered lichen and ticking fungi, like man, (with his whirling gears and mad metals) replaced nature's course with an automated system -- i would rust just to crack but they keep me too clean -- my sunspots have fled to warmer pastures, i am milk-buckets on overcast farm dawnings, but surely even they have seen the light of day -- splashed my face with wine and rooibos to see if i would stain like the canvas metaphor my generation ascribes to -- maroon dispersion in terra cotta wash, twining around a spiral course -- the folly of it went ignored 'til my lost and floating freckles gathered at the drain and clogged the sink to overflow.

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Again she has her fill then only leaves me now cold used amid the other chipped souls in wait of her next pleasure Once a chosen favourite long ago time now crazed my insides stained weak a withering I am no cosy She wipes wet lips fanning with rooibos over silken forearm We blend She devours my very reason There is no tomorrow No taste nor savour She takes me again and again And yet her touch is gentle re strained a much practised ceremony Just as always I alight and warm for her She steeps my flush in exotic desire wrapping strong afflatus fingers tight around my aging girth I am drawn to her This woman for whom I spill again…

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Apr 13, 2012

Apr 13, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC

sandra-4

Buddha's tears fall as the scented pearls they are...

Again she has her fill then only leaves me now cold used amid the other chipped souls in wait of her next pleasure Once a chosen favourite long ago time now crazed my insides stained weak a withering I am no cosy She wipes wet lips fanning with rooibos over silken forearm We blend She devours my very reason There is no tomorrow No taste nor savour She takes me again and again And yet her touch is gentle re strained a much practised ceremony Just as always I alight and warm for her She steeps my flush in exotic desire wrapping strong afflatus fingers tight around my aging girth I am drawn to her This woman for whom I spill again…

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I'm waiting for my tea to arrive in this hotel lobby. The slow piano music playing in the background Is more familiar than it should be. I should be calm, but all of the couples around me Are exchanging sweet nothings and sweeter kisses And it makes me jealous Because I wish you were here So we could do the same. Tea is here, love.

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC

the-consonance-in-dissonance

Rooibos

I'm waiting for my tea to arrive in this hotel lobby. The slow piano music playing in the background Is more familiar than it should be. I should be calm, but all of the couples around me Are exchanging sweet nothings and sweeter kisses And it makes me jealous Because I wish you were here So we could do the same. Tea is here, love.

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Searching on the fire escape Desert sands Rooibos flake Standing on the dune of fate Raga bands Oasis lake Rolling red the wind to shape Palm leaf fans Wise-eyed snake Quenching cactus, satiate Unknown lands Hot breaths to take

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC

kelley-a-vinal

desert

Searching on the fire escape Desert sands Rooibos flake Standing on the dune of fate Raga bands Oasis lake Rolling red the wind to shape Palm leaf fans Wise-eyed snake Quenching cactus, satiate Unknown lands Hot breaths to take

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Today, I found that sweater you let me borrow. It still smelled like you. And breathing in the stale remnants of your cologne and sweet sweat, All I could remember was the taste of the shell of your ear, and the way your letters slanted in your notebook, and how you loved rooibos and pancakes. I still wish you were here sometimes. But, I didn't love you enough, And you wouldn't tell me what was wrong. So I guess it was inevitable. Someday, I hope you find some fabric memento from me. If you do, please find some peace in my faded scent. Let every breath remind you: I loved you I loved you I loved you

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Oct 15, 2013

Oct 15, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC

vanessa-nichols

Nostalgia

Today, I found that sweater you let me borrow. It still smelled like you. And breathing in the stale remnants of your cologne and sweet sweat, All I could remember was the taste of the shell of your ear, and the way your letters slanted in your notebook, and how you loved rooibos and pancakes. I still wish you were here sometimes. But, I didn't love you enough, And you wouldn't tell me what was wrong. So I guess it was inevitable. Someday, I hope you find some fabric memento from me. If you do, please find some peace in my faded scent. Let every breath remind you: I loved you I loved you I loved you

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#8 | Heartbreak in Hatfield Love, will you still be able to love me unconditionally tomorrow? I hope you’ll still love me when my heart has been burdened by sorrow. I have love in my heart, milk in my cereal and honey in my cup of Rooibos tea. But my friends know I prefer a strong cup of coffee that’s as warm as the love and happiness that I provide. How do I keep it all together when everyone around me is falling apart because of an overflow of pride? I have constantly fallen in love with my solitude but loneliness has taken over every single part of me. How do I keep it all together when everything around me is falling apart? A wise woman once told me that the only thing that matters is the love in my mind and the logic in my heart.

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Jun 18, 2018

Jun 18, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC

kaleidoscope-prhyme

Lonely Hour

#8 | Heartbreak in Hatfield Love, will you still be able to love me unconditionally tomorrow? I hope you’ll still love me when my heart has been burdened by sorrow. I have love in my heart, milk in my cereal and honey in my cup of Rooibos tea. But my friends know I prefer a strong cup of coffee that’s as warm as the love and happiness that I provide. How do I keep it all together when everyone around me is falling apart because of an overflow of pride? I have constantly fallen in love with my solitude but loneliness has taken over every single part of me. How do I keep it all together when everything around me is falling apart? A wise woman once told me that the only thing that matters is the love in my mind and the logic in my heart.

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A pitter-patter chorus in memory plays a tune; yesterday's rain stuck in the trees A bird's whistle, a steaming cup of rooibos watermelon & mint tea waters both trapped in leaves A dusty floor, swept and tucked under a warm blanket- lost in the sounds soundly sleeping I was A sun peeps out of the corner cloud, an after clearing of grey smoke, whispering mist muddy water splash; split by passing cars A creaking old door, swinging into the mood of things- moving out of a dream, I relocate into my very first step A morning orchestra, as I yawn loudly as brass instruments. The bells rings to wake me up from this dream, and out of my bed _...yet to face another morning_

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Jan 14, 2023

Jan 14, 2023 at 2:43 AM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Saturday 06:45

A pitter-patter chorus in memory plays a tune; yesterday's rain stuck in the trees A bird's whistle, a steaming cup of rooibos watermelon & mint tea waters both trapped in leaves A dusty floor, swept and tucked under a warm blanket- lost in the sounds soundly sleeping I was A sun peeps out of the corner cloud, an after clearing of grey smoke, whispering mist muddy water splash; split by passing cars A creaking old door, swinging into the mood of things- moving out of a dream, I relocate into my very first step A morning orchestra, as I yawn loudly as brass instruments. The bells rings to wake me up from this dream, and out of my bed _...yet to face another morning_

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At my local used-book store There is a small poetry section Filled with dusty old volumes Of Whitman, Eliot, and Dickenson. There are newer poets too, Regardless, they are barely touched. Each time I visit The selection has not changed. In fact, the spaces from where I pulled my last purchases, Nearly a month ago, Are still there. So is the hard-covered Frost And the book of Yeats I thought was a Pocket-Poets Collection. Normally, I am searching for new-to-me poetry, Variety to whet my palate with, Finding various poets I have not read. Yet this time I searched the shelves For my new friend Carl Dennis Who's poetry has been like Rooibos On a cold spring day, Warming my soul And awakening my senses. Yet near the spaces I left Nearly a month ago from today, Mr. Dennis cannot be found, And I am faced with the same volumes I faced a month ago, variety that I normally look for, just not today.

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Apr 25, 2016

Apr 25, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC

austin-bauer

The Local Used-Book Store

At my local used-book store There is a small poetry section Filled with dusty old volumes Of Whitman, Eliot, and Dickenson. There are newer poets too, Regardless, they are barely touched. Each time I visit The selection has not changed. In fact, the spaces from where I pulled my last purchases, Nearly a month ago, Are still there. So is the hard-covered Frost And the book of Yeats I thought was a Pocket-Poets Collection. Normally, I am searching for new-to-me poetry, Variety to whet my palate with, Finding various poets I have not read. Yet this time I searched the shelves For my new friend Carl Dennis Who's poetry has been like Rooibos On a cold spring day, Warming my soul And awakening my senses. Yet near the spaces I left Nearly a month ago from today, Mr. Dennis cannot be found, And I am faced with the same volumes I faced a month ago, variety that I normally look for, just not today.

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The Red Instead & Read inside the ceremonies All charities $$_____$ Formalities All to see Never nothing On me Red fire Mercedes Mouths you could never Race and beat those Stepford Wives_____* Never said they were ladies Ritual deep red lipstick Risky business slick Boost of salaries phonies yellow chicks Cold cuts such a ham Humming Mrs. (Honey Baked) Red show pictures Red light Catch them Red Hoods Oh! what a Knight-light Those dark negatives Became ****** Maleficent book light Stay positively? Extremely_____ Indian-Bow redface painted cults Wow___ The Boston creme pie That ****** fool Hot barn gals Warrior Blue Sword Fee number clue (He) Just pay up red dual Antique fireplace Hire-red-lace Devil made me Risque dancing Wind- up Dollie One of a mind doll Romancing Red-bed Wickedly insulted The cardinal the male red Madly Totally Rad The female Red bling with his garnish feastly Beastie clocker Beguiled brownish What was told and really said? French tickler____ New **** Orleans Red District 3 Never said to wear red Read this if you are too late You will take fate in your own hands Don't end up dead Red rear view window project bodies possessed Words Went worrisome Never said Enchanted more some Read this maybe you will be protected Mystical " Rainforest tea" Rooibos Bossy Ross the fairest The more blood on your hands The poison arrow frog Lilith Leap year Sitting in red chilled over ice chairs having eggnog Never said I fell for Autumn leaves London Big Ben Fog Firey Red Stop sign yo yo ** ** Grains Silo Santas Tapas Drinks babes lap Never said Computers Red App and Red collar pups Read this shut up Those laptops They gave to Swindler Cops Chinese red British colony lucky year Precious red nails jewels He is bloodshot Seeing through his lies ((Red Raise Glass shot)) I never said why? More jewels Gracious Rudolf Deers I never said I was from the old school Cheers

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

Never Said "Red" Read this

The Red Instead & Read inside the ceremonies All charities $$_____$ Formalities All to see Never nothing On me Red fire Mercedes Mouths you could never Race and beat those Stepford Wives_____* Never said they were ladies Ritual deep red lipstick Risky business slick Boost of salaries phonies yellow chicks Cold cuts such a ham Humming Mrs. (Honey Baked) Red show pictures Red light Catch them Red Hoods Oh! what a Knight-light Those dark negatives Became ****** Maleficent book light Stay positively? Extremely_____ Indian-Bow redface painted cults Wow___ The Boston creme pie That ****** fool Hot barn gals Warrior Blue Sword Fee number clue (He) Just pay up red dual Antique fireplace Hire-red-lace Devil made me Risque dancing Wind- up Dollie One of a mind doll Romancing Red-bed Wickedly insulted The cardinal the male red Madly Totally Rad The female Red bling with his garnish feastly Beastie clocker Beguiled brownish What was told and really said? French tickler____ New **** Orleans Red District 3 Never said to wear red Read this if you are too late You will take fate in your own hands Don't end up dead Red rear view window project bodies possessed Words Went worrisome Never said Enchanted more some Read this maybe you will be protected Mystical " Rainforest tea" Rooibos Bossy Ross the fairest The more blood on your hands The poison arrow frog Lilith Leap year Sitting in red chilled over ice chairs having eggnog Never said I fell for Autumn leaves London Big Ben Fog Firey Red Stop sign yo yo ** ** Grains Silo Santas Tapas Drinks babes lap Never said Computers Red App and Red collar pups Read this shut up Those laptops They gave to Swindler Cops Chinese red British colony lucky year Precious red nails jewels He is bloodshot Seeing through his lies ((Red Raise Glass shot)) I never said why? More jewels Gracious Rudolf Deers I never said I was from the old school Cheers

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