blossom of baby's breath
soft white
gorse crusted yellow
weeping willow
rush patterned lace
pasture in pastel green
buttercup daisy
comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship
swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch
& ribwort plantain clover
scabious burnets
butterflies & bees
scent the woodruff
briar brambles
in hawthorn sprawl
dogrose so tall
seabank of scattered seaweed
Alexander’s leaves so green
& feathery fennel aniseed
fat hen so vibrant
shoots of vimen
in Lamb’s lettuce
wild radish cress&chive
majoram &sweet cicely thrive
seabeet chard survive
wild parsnip
& tansy to savour
stinging nettles so green
Categories:
aniseed, nature, word play,
Form: Tristich
I crave sticky butter mint balls
Liquorice allsorts from the candy stalls
Orange smarties, my favourite treat
Violet crumbles I just love to eat
English toffees for me to masticate
Chocolate drops make me salivate
Aniseed balls would paint my tongue red
Nougat or should I choose fruit gums instead
Dime bars and snickers too much temptation
Yikes! my waistline spread’s caused aggravation!
Message In An Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/07/21
Categories:
aniseed, candy, humorous,
Form: Acrostic
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that the time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
Categories:
aniseed, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass with purple vetch & ribwortplantain, clover in English rain.Scabious,burnets buttefliesand bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall above harts-tongue The thinking eye,the abstract made visible a spatial convergence ,now liberated.
Imaginary ,incomplete feelings,beacons of vivacity,profound and positive.Intense inner sounds,a polyphony,the poet's soul,unfazed&free.Seabank with scattered seaweed & feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s leaves so green this tender cusine.Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,cress&chive,where majoram &sweet cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
Categories:
aniseed, nature, word play,
Form: Prose Poetry
I scored myself a ticket
for a trip down memory lane.
Time has surely passed
but the music's still the same.
Photographs and relics,
adorn unaltered tapestry
Yesteryears' reflections,
still displayed for all to see.
My ears a'buzzing with a charm,
heart's now filled with joyous glee.
Mesmerized right from the start
of that majestic melody.
Trumpets hum and guitars strum,
what a glorious symphony!
It takes me away, back to the days
of the way life used to be.
My sweet sweet surrender,
that heavenly-sent scent
Bollas and koeksisters as I remember;
both so decadent.
Their tempting aroma
fills the air
so lovely and so sweet
Coconut,cinnamon and aniseed,
still Cape Town's humbly gestured treat.
Categories:
aniseed, art, celebration, food, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
Like a motionless swan beside the lake ,alone
under the cherry blossom , the silence of the moon , and waking leaves.
Far from the eyes that loved her , far from the hands that touched her
Far from the eager tenderness of his breathing breeze .
Far from secret whispers, Far from dark roast coffee beans with aniseed
Far from changing faces, far from vacant spaces,
far from cloying lips that turned so bitter-sweet.
Close to melancholic stars ,beneath passing clouds
Close to murky dusk ,acid rain and foggy shrouds
Solitary, She performs her last ballet , down the hill
The warmth of his bare spirit waltzing softly upon her skin.
Categories:
aniseed, absence,
Form: Free verse
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch & ribwort plantain,clover
in English rain.Scabious,burnets butteflies
and bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.
Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall
above harts-tongue.
Seabank with scattered seaweed &
feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s
leaves so green this tender cusine.
Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant
shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce
in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,
cress&chive,where majoram &sweet
cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.
Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.
Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil
pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
aniseed, fantasy,
Form: Verse
The lemon drop child
looked at the world
through sherbet fountain eyes.
Her sour cherry lips
spouting black jack words,
whilst her mind was an
aniseed twist.
Her rhubarb and custard complexion
and curly wurly
liquorice hair
Belied her treacle toffee soul
No love heart there.
Categories:
aniseed, childhood, food,
Form: Blank verse
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
Categories:
aniseed, childhood, funny, nostalgia, chocolate,
Form: Bio
The taste of wild blackberries on her lips,
And the grains of vanilla on her cheek,
The tingle of brambles brushed my eyes
When I kissed the velvet physique.
A tang on the tongue of aniseed
When shuddering gasped a torrid peak,
The taste of wild blackberries then once more
And vanilla on her cheek.
Categories:
aniseed, love, passion,
Form: Verse
As the green-blue spread kissed horizon,
The sun died spilled on the rock,
So the crumbling salt-stained towers,
Of marble cracked rigid in shock.
Pointed fingers to clouds on Olympus,
To the old gods now centuries dead,
And their prayers and their desolate ceilings
Decayed as the heavens turned red.
The sweet juniper scents and then honey,
Flamed and bloomed dreams in the brain,
In the aniseed searing of midnight
I sat drunk at the bar once again...
Categories:
aniseed, history, life, nature, social,
Form: Verse