Poetics: Spicing it Up

Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/

I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title.

Aleppo Pepper
Arizona Dreaming
Fennel seed
Garam Masala
Krakow Nights
Mulling spices
Mural of flavor
Mustard Seeds
Sea salt
Sesame Seeds
Sunny Paris
Tuscan Sunset

Coriander uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but Nutmeg would go that far
They took the thyme to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left lemongrass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

I don’t know if I should include a translation but without it and emphasis on different syllables, this may make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Keep reading if you want to see what was in my head….

Beware, it is scary.

Cory and her Uncle
went riding in the car
they really wanted company
but not Meg would go that far
They took the time to ask her
just where she’d like to go
Her answer was overseas
Sunny Paris made her glow
The went on their vacation
and left Lem on grass so green
He didn’t want to travel
It’s stuff he’s already seen.

Simply 6 Minutes – What?

Raven gives us a sonnet on the silly side!

Jezzie G

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

My initial reaction is how do I make that cutie a sonnet. And then a line jumped into my head that comes from my youngest whose first comprehensible sentence was ‘you what?’. He’s now 32 and not so cute– which really doesn’t help with sonnetry but with a bit of cheating, I think it can be done so this week it is 6-syllable lines. Here goes…


Form: Betwixt Sonnet

She talks in baby talk
About I know not what
My frown that says a lot
Confused before I walk

She says I need a poo
And I know I do not
A nappy change her shot
Still she hasn’t a clue

This teddy is in my face
I give it all I got
Getting through I am not
Move it out of my space

Coochie-coo I…

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Simply 6 Minutes – Leave me Alone

Finally, sharing Trish’s monologue…So cute!


Head and shoulders of baby, lying on white blanket, holding a teddy. The baby is looking quizzically at the camera.

What are you looking at?

I’m feeling vulnerable here, and you old women are always staring at me.

Hey, leave the hair alone! I’m not a plaything.

And why does your food smell better than mine?

All I get is that sweet stuff out of mummy and tasteless, odourless wet stuff she puts into my mouth.

Nothing that smells as good as what you lot are eating.

And when will someone clean out my pants?

I tell you, the service around here lacks a certain je ne sais quoi!

If you leave the poop against my tender butt for too long I get one of those nasty, painful rashes, and I’m always getting them, which means you are the worst mother!

Neglect is what it is. Bad food, ignore the full nappy, and too many over perfumed, noisy old gasbags staring at me all the darn long day.

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Wednesday Hodgepodge

Welcome to this week’s edition of the Wednesday Hodgepodge. As a reminder, there will not be a Hodgepodge next week (September 28th). The Hodgepodge will resume the following Wednesday, October 5th. Join in here: http://www.fromthissideofthepond.com/2022/09/recording-hodgepodge.html?m=1

1. Volume 478. Sounds like a lot. Where were you in 1978? If you weren’t born where were you in 2008? 

In 1978 I was 7 years old and living in Guilford, CT. I went to Calvin Leete Elementary School, the same school I went to do my student teaching so many years later for my teaching certificate.
In 2008 I think I was living in Niantic, CT. Both my kids and myself always wished we had never moved away from there but who knows how things would have gone had we stayed…

2. Raise your hand if you remember records playing at a speed of 78 rpm? What’s a topic that when it comes up you ‘sound like a broken record’? 

I am raising my hand! I remember we only had a few of these records. If I remember correctly they were thicker than the 45s. We also had an 8 track tape player, not sure if that is the right name. It looked like an old version of an old version of Nintendo!
“You sound like a broken record” reminds me of a parent saying this to a nagging youngster. My mother probably used to say it to me!

3. What’s the last thing you recorded in some way? 

I would have to say a video of me putting one of my miniatures together using a GoPro. I wanted to record the entire building process until I realized it would be way too long and way too boring. I don’t even know if I still have it!

4. Thursday is the first day of fall (in the northern hemisphere). How do you feel about the changing seasons? Something you’re looking forward to this fall? 

I don’t know how I feel about the changing seasons because I moved out of the northeast and live in the south now. I guess I will miss some of the colors of the leaves, even though we might take a ride up north soon to see David’s dad. One thing I always looked forward to and will certainly miss is apple picking. That was one of my favorite things to do in the fall.

5. In what way (or ways) are you like the apple that didn’t ‘fall far from the tree’? 

I see so many mannerisms in my father that are mine too! Weird stuff usually, like how obsessed he is with clean teeth and flossing. The way we “twiddle our thumbs” so to speak when we are waiting for something. My mother is no longer alive but she was wonderfully crafty and was able to make anything and everything. I think this is closer to who I am.

6. Insert your own random thought here. 

Lately, every book I read has a female character who has either lost her husband or a child. Part of me wants to stop listening to these stories but I like them. I read so many different books by various authors, so there isn’t a connection. Just weird, like life is making me not want to push my feelings back.

Pondering the Mysteries of the Universe

Hahaha! These baby monologues are killing me! Yours doesn’t seem to be as angry as some of the other babies! Lol.

A Unique Title For Me

Am I hungry, cold, comfortable, or should I go back to sleep?  I wish I knew how to talk, because then I could call my mommy, but I have this crying thing down and that seems to be working out pretty good for me.  Luckily my cute bear friend understands all of my thoughts and we made a deal to take care of each other, so he is my special friend.  Oops my diaper is wet again, and I wonder if anyone is willing to help me out with this predicament.  While I am pondering the mysteries of the universe, the last thing that I need is irritation and diaper rash.  Somebody needs to get me a clean diaper and I am going to need that ointment again.

Written for Stine Writing – Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!, Simply 6 Minutes hosted by Christine Bialczak.

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Simply 6 Minutes 20th September

Di’s monologue…baby style


Christine of Stine Writing is our host for this photoprompt. Great picture.
Image from http://www.dreamstime.com
What yer looking at? Never seen a baby before? You’d better not have eyes on my pal here. I’ll spit in yer eye and he’ll have yer ‘and off.
He’s my guardian see? We’re mates and look out for each other, which is more than I can say for all those stuffing their faces at the buffet table. Free nosh, that’s all they’re here for. Bit of singing, mumble a few phrases and a couple of photos (how I hated being passed round like a parcel), preening of the new parents and grandparents. Sheesh.
If I hear one more person say ‘he’s got your eyes’, or ‘your nose’ or a ‘cheeky smile’, I’ll fill my nappy, smile sweetly and provide my own aromatherapy. That’ll teach ’em to dunk me with water!
Won’t go down well…

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