"seasonings" poems
*She is essence of la bella donna,
herein lies the paradigm mid
***** pearls & nightshade's poison,
exhales echoes of dark crescent moons &
sandalwood's perfumed incense
burning sentience of duality's seasonings
'tween contradiction 'neath her own breath,
born to gypsy souls 'twixt a solar eclipse
she worried naught what society thought,
her poetry was incalculably beyond measure
neither less than or more than incurable,
rendered nuances as a badge of significant honor
gaily whirling beyond distinctive contrasts,
'neath importance of individuality's calling
amidst her own unique indulgent nature,
dazzling sensuality's intrinsic whimsy*
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
I am not sure if you enjoy stew or not. But it's one of my favorite things.
You take some of your favorite meat and bring it to a simmer, along with a couple vegetables and a couple seasonings.
Chopped up nice in a good chicken or beef broth. coming together to make something new. Made thick with a little water, a little flour.
Especially on cold days. You can't go wrong with A beef or vegetable stew. Though there is no wrong or right time to eat a good stew.
There really isn't a recipe you can follow unless there is one you really just want to try. I mean it's a stew come on and live a little. That's why it's one of my favorite foods. The amount of creativity and what you can add to it.
Today I'd like you to try one.
I want you to take some of your one of a kindness and a couple of smiles. Season them with a little of the way you inspire those around you. A couple of your laughs and smiles and throw it in this crockpot that we call life. And
If you feel like sharing I'll bring a spoon and eat from the bowl of your hands
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
For any time the urge to wring
an autumn gourd, this one's the thing
Smashing pumpkins, not so nice
but Butternut Squash, an honest vice
Long and beige, hard and smooth
you'd never guess it's power to sooth
that underneath the toughest skin
is meat like pumpkin, seeds within
A steamy bisque for autumn's chill,
peel and chop them as you will
Dump them into four cups broth*
add apple, pear, or applesauce
a cup or two will do just fine
and while you stand there, have some wine!
sautee onions, a cup and a half
dump them in and cry or laugh
and now to add your seasoning stuff
cumin, curry, nutmeg, Fluff
hold the Fluff, that ain't the truth
best to pull that old sweet tooth
Bisque is savory, better than sweet
warms the cockles, heart to feet
save your sweets for pumpkin pie
the after-apple of your eye
Back to seasonings, see above
a quarter teaspoon, more with love
I add pepper and take a gander
some folks call for coriander
heat the whole thing to a boil
for me, my crock pot's always loyal
crock at high, about four hours
or low for six, and bring some flowers!
And now I'll play a little game
change my words to mean the same
if cook is butter and ****** is squash
then butter dat ****** and ****** dat gnosh
when you're hungry, under the wudder
ain't nuttin' better 'en butternut chudder
add some cream and squash your mash
mash your squash and whip your pash
I used a blender to make it creamy
cooked it down, so thick and steamy
add some butter, parsley's fine
butternut bisque with bread and wine!
Ahhhh!!!!!
*chicken broth
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
Instead of the default Top Ramen "seasoning,"
try:
minced Garlic and Onion,
Basil, Marjoram, black pepper, ground cayenne,
and a hint of parsley and thyme
and use sea salt
to salinify to taste.
Personalized seasonings
make all the difference.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
My family What's app group
Is homemade soup.
It keeps me calm,
Soothes me like a balm,
Reduces tension of the day,
Appeases my appetite for what is happening in some way.
Family relationship is savoury broth,
Holds a strong bond and growth.
Photos and videos,
Not to forget audios,
Are seasonings which enhance the taste,
Just some, only the best.
Gossips,jokes and sayings need time to simmer,
To reach full flavour.
Family moans and groans,
Are birthdays, death,sickness and new borns,
Raining with condolences and wishes,
Tangy, no preservatives.
Family members are garnish,
Quite a relish,
With active members as crusty croutons,
That promote sociability and traditions.
Passive members are fresh herbs,
Rarely a comment,only few words,
But,are there to bring out the lovely aroma.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
For any time the urge to wring
an autumn gourd, this one's the thing
Smashing pumpkins, not so nice
but Butternut Squash, an honest vice
Long and beige, hard and smooth
you'd never guess it's power to sooth
that underneath the toughest skin
is meat like pumpkin, seeds within
A steamy bisque for autumn's chill,
peel and chop them as you will
Dump them into four cups broth*
add apple, pear, or applesauce
a cup or two will do just fine
and while you stand there, have some wine!
sautee onions, a cup and a half
dump them in and cry or laugh
and now to add your seasoning stuff
cumin, curry, nutmeg, Fluff
hold the Fluff, that ain't the truth
best to pull that old sweet tooth
Bisque is savory, better than sweet
warms the cockles, heart to feet
save your sweets for pumpkin pie
the after-apple of your eye
Back to seasonings, see above
a quarter teaspoon, more with love
I add pepper and take a gander
some folks call for coriander
heat the whole thing to a boil
for me, my crock pot's always loyal
crock at high, about four hours
or low for six, and bring some flowers!
And now I'll play a little game
change my words to mean the same
if cook is butter and ****** is squash
then butter dat ****** and ****** dat gnosh
when you're hungry, under the wudder
ain't nuttin' better 'en butternut chudder
add some cream and squash your mash
mash your squash and whip your pash
I used a blender to make it creamy
cooked it down, so thick and steamy
add some butter, parsley's fine
butternut bisque with bread and wine!
Ahhhh!!!!!
*chicken broth
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
those shiny plump cherry lips i adore,
their lipstick scent, my nose an inch away
as we approach, i lick them end to end,
they part, you gasp, a word they dare not say,
this moment, unexpected, they won't ruin,
reasonings, our seasonings our spice,
avoiding awkward explanations, in-
hale, ex-hale, minty breath sweetly nice,
now pressing four lips, squeezing pair on pair,
now opening now closing, tongues do taste,
my fingers combing through your long black hair,
saliva, corner lips, they drip in haste,
the slow warm wet worms grapple, intertwine,
massaging topside bottom side and side,
they slither round and up ecstacy's vine,
higher, higher as they deeper crawl inside,
as hands on lower back pull closer in,
two jealous pelvises also do kiss,
to grind the dance of passion and begin,
with neither of our parts ready to miss
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 6:24 PM UTC
Such a manly man very rare
Dripping with forbidden
Luxuries.
Complexities bringing out the besties in me.
Owee
Owee
Touching places imaginatively.
At thoughts of beauty.
Guilty guilty..
Diamonds sparkly out shining reality.
I was driving to the store for some seasonings and something refreshing.
As the sunlight kept appearing rays of bright.
Pulling down my sun visor.
The heat of the evening. Gets hotter temps are steaming.
As my mind starts to reflect.
Trying hard to redirect.
Flowery thoughts best to forget.
Walking down grocery store isles.
Looking for black pepper, and onion powder.
As emotions inside scream for hearts attention gets louder.
I need to get some tomato sauce, parmesan cheese,
Feelings leave me alone please,
hearing that voice "come here baby I'm recalling.
Woman quit running suga your stalling.
He states I see you truly I've been going thru my own
lonely thangs I'm a man. Living day by day
working hard laboring with these hands. Meeting life demands.
Your cool such an Angel Brush me with cool wings.
I do compel.
I admit I fail. Just need water from glowing wells.
Mercy for me..
You run away from me.."
Guilty guilty ..please forgive me if I trouble.
I'm shopping isle hopping escaping. All I want is to find my own paper.
That will belong to the words I scribble on it by my own flavor.
Pen courting simple free good dots careful no out of the line spots.
Finally at the register ready to check out.
Tempting treats thoughts to grab them mind plots.
Don't grab any candy junk at the register. Keep it moving.
Guess who's entering.
As I'm exiting. Beautiful luxury manly casually strolling up to me.
@SelinaSharday_H.E.R POETRY S.A.M 2023
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 11:51 PM UTC
Rain is stampeding your car, a misty haze indulging the sky
eating the buildings, and the neon lights
break with every misspoken word
that fumbles off my lips
But your silence is solicitous
because you know how it feels to love
and to be unrelenting with this dedication
but it is futile because just like the neon lights
it crumbles and burns out and you are here with nothing
but the consonants and vowels left unscathed
and delirious, jumbled in a pattern only the universe comprehends
but it is night and the rain will continuously fall
despite willing it not to
and you will persist to stay bound in your provincial
mindset, despite willing you not to
i will always be analyzing my brain sequences
because i am that science project that slipped your mind
that 5 dollar bill you misplaced
i am all of those desolate nights spent
staring at your stucco ceiling waiting for it
to blink or move or say something audible
it never does and it never will
and the audacity she believes she possesses
churns my head into an excuse to whisper
all those passive things
subtle seasonings that sprinkle on your eyelids
like lavender dust
the pit of my stomach is darkening, waves shatter the tranquility
because i know the storm is imminent and i can not
fathom how to protect everyone
from the sick grasp of the abhorrent events
that are about to choke your eardrums
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
ingredients were chopped
cleanly, neatly
with care
cutting tools were pre-sterilized
and pre-packaged
then wiped clean after use
he arrived in blue scrubs
and donned blue nitrile gloves
for mutual protection
it had been a while for her
her nails were long
she sat in an easy chair
with her feet up on an ottoman
a towel was spread before he began
to make clean up easier
the scent of an alcohol wipe
wafted as he worked
little did he know
we would finish what he started
after he left we gathered up the clippings
thick and fungal
we put them in a *** to boil
with sautéed celery, onions and seasonings
salt and pepper to taste
hmmmmm...delicious, home made
toe nail soup!
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 1:42 PM UTC
words containing the most addictive of seasonings,
eyes glistening with the thought of love,
lips speaking whispers of enchantment,
fingers grazing with the most tender of touches.
you threw away your seasonings,
you left your eyes to dull,
your whispers distorted into shouts,
and your touch diminished.
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
styles change,
in everything,
can no longer
catch your passing fancy
I am Gap,
says the sign of the four,
no interest no more
for what's behind the door,
just samo samo variations
on a four note theme,
been there, done that,
khaki is just so blah
you're H&M;,
four weeks, in store,
then gone,
no more, no returns,
ever,
edgy, trendy, and usually
quickly, careless made,
with haste cheap manufacture
words are like clothes,
patterns, cut, style,
oft looking ridiculous
a season later,
it's the readers taste,
ever seeking out the newest face
the man's words,
reversed alchemy, ha!
golden-into-leaden,
potpourri of variable seasonings
from gardens of ancient seasons,
lol, stale, lacking efficacy,
now ready for a burial permanent,
deserving a small museum exhibition
too long, too long,
so wrong, so wrong,
for quick and the digital attention spanners
the easy riders of today
these words, these words,
so wrung, so wrung, so earned,
from a life's stories reservoir
an accumulated dictionary,
now shared with
modulated crafted care
labelled by the new zoo review
archaic, obsolete, old fashioned,
worse curse,
too **** long,
hot ****
if that's
exactly not,
how the man feels
his days, these days,
exacting and extracting,
*too **** long*
so drips and drops,
will yet be
canvas spotted and plotted,
for those among us
who
taste the music,
tingling skin with words,
cherish the artistry of
caring, workmanship,
buying the best of
what didn't come cheap,
stuff that can't be bought
in any store,
in any style,
the slow pleasure
of taking care...
gotta go,
new store in town
UNIQLO,
hope there is in that name,
maybe a chance, something unique,
something that will glow
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
The air feels smooth and cool as I draw in a refreshing breath.
Fall has fallen on this urban land and the leaves dance in the wind.
It’s awfully amazing how alive the dying season can seem,
Like a city going down in flames of ginger, crimson and gold
Almost like a stunning disaster, the beauty in the down fall.
The yellow sun seeps down through the shedding trees,
Like a beacon of hope that the green foliage will return again.
Autumn, the time for poetry and knowledge
Unlike its newly completed companion, summer,
A time for playfulness and sweet love.
It is a bright flicker of color before the world is wrapped in white
Like the lick of a candle before the flame is extinguished
And the curling smoke cascades upwards into darkness.
It is the final call of the reddened cardinals
Before the silence of winter envelope us for a handful of chilled months.
As the atmosphere grows icy and noses turn to a timid shade of pink,
And fair skinned fingers are slipped into toasty gloves
We recognize that this fading season is a fresh beginning.
A time for new things and new people
A time for bad habits and old obsessions to die away.
Autumn is the last desperate breath before this hell freezes over.
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
Green is spring
with floral scents
After
winters white
cold presence
Summer rolls in
with its
heat and haze
Bathing us in
bright long days
of ice cream wrappers
and children's songs
as vacations
pull us along
Fall
leaves
summer behind
its colorful nature
there to remind
us
Winters white
is
back on its way
Any day now
Any day
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 2:21 PM UTC
Not just a memory
But a stored moment in time that you savor
Not just a sound
But a wave of harmonious lyrics that tickles your eardrum
Not just a taste
But the flavor of many seasonings that bounces across your taste buds like thousands of pinballs
Not just a sight
But visual ecstasy that dilates the pupils and allows light to send blinding rays of optical bliss
Not just a feeling
But the pulsation of electrodes across the skin as it makes the thousands of hair follicles stand at attention
Take a moment to reflect and see that every day we are blessed with the gift of life...it's NOT JUST life, but it's the opportunity to hear new things, see new sights, taste new flavors, feel new feelings, and make brand new memories.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
When our I love yous turned into nothing I began to wonder what it was that I had said to lose you to the void of time and people who did not have your best interest at heart.
I mean I was the only valiant soldier to stick through all the years of ******** everyone set on your plate for you to devour like it was something you could trust.
I did everything I could to show you that you were the highest priority of mine and still you sent no regard over the way I loved you.
Removing my heart multiple times to set on a golden plate for you to stomach was the hardest part of this, because I still do it every day and receive no recognition until you're ready to try a piece of my beating vessel and give me the time of day.
The misery I feel for you abuses your taste buds like the nostalgia of our time together consistently picks at my grey matter and causes the butterflies to choke me up again.
There are too many now to just remain in my stomach.
It's getting hard to breathe.
My nerves aren't yet shot. In fact they're very reactive to every tooth you grind over my flesh to taste my distinct flavour one more time.
You swallow.
The seasonings of pain, guilt, heartache are to your liking as usual. You want more but you want to keep us anticipating the other days you receive us back into your heart for a few hours.
You tell me to put my heart back behind the pathetic cage of ribs I own without even saying a word.
PLEASE stop pulling me apart to swallow the last few pieces I have left for myself.
You're so miserable and you refuse to let me in to stitch you back together to the one I remember so clearly. But I still love you with every dreaded beat my heart takes.
My words begin to come out mixed with despise and an overwhelming amount of adoration.
I'm falling to pieces, but I wouldn't change a thing about you.
"You love me, and I love you oh so much. Everything is fine." You told me this once and that is the only thing holding me together these days like some sort of crazy glue designed by love.
I can't breathe anymore.
I ******* hate you, but I love you oh so much.
Why is everything we had between us falling out of touch?
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Our lives are that of a fine recipe. We blend inside our breath and thoughts making life's flavor of ups and downs cook. We add condiments of seasonings like miracles, dreams, and gratitude. Lastly we mix with spoon of dancing steps merging it all with our essence which is main ingredient of love.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
Skimming the surface of your sweetness
Creamy rich creme brulee
with a je ne said quois kick
Skin of sprinkled seasonings
Looks like art
In all sensory scintillation
Delicate dashes
Deliberate divinity finds
A splash of savior savory
Boil up smiles
Bubble over in rounds
Popping sizzle
Of a new recipe spark
Invite chance to the table
And me without manners
Fumbled elbows atop a table
Unrefined as an innocent palette
Fear finds fruitful fools as I
Always want another taste
Insatiable sensations
Shake me
Never the same
A want to swish you in my mouth
So you know my words stir smoother sound space
Than my mind lets on
Imagine a ticking timer
For me or you
Cant just swelter in the smell
Saliva sweat on hot stovetop
Tease your texture between teeth
I find gritted in a past
Of al dente pasta
Not quite my liking
But always filling
How hard to be full
Of a hearth of health
When i've been so long
Waited on by baited service
Couldn't help but take a bite
I got hooked
Reeled in line to choke on breathing
Luck lifeline
To see release
Catch a nibble
Insist I taste
Your full flavor
Ever evolving buds
Dissolve new resolve
From tongue
Of trepidation
Swirled in soufflee one day
Tiramisu on through
To courses I never knew
In glistening garnishes
Playful plating
Dining halls of hope
Glazed eyes
Fancy this feast
Mixed anew
Set you a place
Its fit for two
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
Fire up the grill
its time to thrill
Tastebuds on tongues
Seasonings flung
Rub it all on
Garlic and tarragon
Butter and thyme
The smell is divine
Lemon squeeze.
Sure to please
Wrap it in foil
Pleasure in toil
Coals glowing red, look
Ready to cook
Hear the sizzle and pop
Pop open a top
El pacifico with lime
Helps **** the time
Now asparagus with dill
Goes down on the grill
Out comes parslied rice
Will pair really nice
Asparagus is ready
Salmon aroma is heady
Get your plate
Don't be late
Labor day dinner
Sure was a winner
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
since the hour left when our voices were together blended like a mousse apples in the oven baking like a cake feathers in the dressers hanging like a rake lips are moving but i can’t hear the words you are saying your face is gloomy moody like the birds with strands of rope and sheets of cotton make a nest in hampers for laundry and light for nothing autumn summers humid air arias drifting everywhere Polynesian seasonings feet on the ground forms are wasted in the clouds fade again has no end fingers stroke toes and hair we make love in gardens make jokes and touch each others bodies i am making flying carpets silhouettes on a page silent like rage houses the same dancers are awake does it apply and can we supply oh apple of my eye and pear of my ear dreamer of the earth what will appear its apparently clear that grief is profound and so is the sound of water splashing down i drown in pounding waves one breaks so please come and save me again today
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
the seasonings in the meat and
simmering on the stove now
the oven pre-heating
it's taco night
I got quite the audience
3 kittens and Missy
all watching it so intently
I can read their eyes and minds
they are thinking
hot **** we gonna
eat good tonights
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
In the places where
the water moves swiftly
over rocks,
under sky…
While not cloudless,
it is perfect nonetheless.
The clouds present
are sparse,
scattered like seasonings across
the endless blue,
served up sashimi-style
raw, cerulean,
just for me.
There are ions
in these places,
released by movement,
mist, mineral.
They fill lung
and eye
with prisms,
a freshness not
consumed in
ages.
So,
I find a seat
at God’s supper-table,
pick up my fork,
begin to eat the air,
which is enough
right then
to sustain me.
***
-JBClaywell
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC