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 Basil Cinnamon Coriander Cumin Dill Fennel seed Garam Masala Ginger Krakow Nights Lemongrass Mulling spices Mural of flavor Mustard Seeds Nutmeg Paprika Saffron Sea salt Sesame Seeds Sunny Paris Thyme Tuscan Sunset Vanilla Zatar
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.
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.
Invariably direct, the enemy proceeds In tempo with the steps, measured-out stride speeds A classic kind of surge, movement towards the top Flushing out the meager, not willing them to stop Remunerated gifts get handed to the crowd Surreal sounds arise, cheers becoming loud A melancholy lull comes down to stunt the noise Little girls and boys stay quiet with their toys Time has come to leave, some people are content A historical milestone, a memorable event
Todays prompt: Write a poem using the words theater, children, and perspective
In my abstract perspective I strive for something more than children in their costumes showing up at my front door Its like a little theater the street it is the stage But some of those big actors have surpassed the acting age.
Our lives are filled with radiant heat we seem to pass around We line up stones to make our soup, no taste is ever found. Its like a single snapshot of idols in our world With timeless, kitschybundles of memories left unfurled A lonely individual who finds a ghost to haunt the wet kiss from your grandma or possibly your aunt You try to be reflective of things you may have missed Immersed in all your drama, two lips that are unkissed We hold on to our memories, those ones we left behind To keep up on our future, underwhelming we may find But a candle keeps on flickering, it burns alone you see Smoke meandering in the air, its billowy and free Keep on with your focus, don’t lose your faith in you For someday we all get our gold, whatever we are due.
Like a fractal deposit along the creek bed an astounding accomplishment poignantly said Sunset in a cup, so light and refreshing Keeping all your close friends silently guessing where have you been and where are you going You’ll slip out the back with nobody knowing The sound of a tin cup rattling with change Time suddenly frozen, no need to arrange A shipment sent back from an unlisted number your hot mind relaxes and then you may slumber.
On a luminous night three days from now The spirits will come, they might even growl Myths are beyond doubt , I’m certain to say things that I wish for, I hum and I pray But shortages happen, discounts are lost I’m glum without coupons, how much things cost Like birds on a mission in regional fields Without worms a-squirming, dirt without yields My heart is so willowy, hope’s trickling away So i’ll drag my bones out on some other day. I’ll run to the supermarket open til nine And buy what I need and then I’ll be fine.
The Cat in the Hat set off to the house of the boy and the girl, to give them a rouse He brought with him toys and three other things Like books and balloons and tossable rings. Humidity was high on the warm summer day and he didn’t think they’d go outside to play instead they would stay at home in the dark reading good stories and a bath with a shark. He’d sit with them quiet and not read them junk Kids like his friends didn’t want books that stunk. No audience needed for the Cat in the Hat He knew about fame and what went with that Instead he chose quiet with friends like the kids And stayed until bedtime, when both kids closed their lids.