Oh awesome, sweet garden, how happy you make me,
When I have breakfast on our patio and absorb you with glee,
Mid-morning comes in a flash with a fleeting cup of coffee,
Then lunch, have a quick sandwich amidst the glory,
And aroma of jasmine and basil and lavender galore,
Roses of any and every color you could imagine and more,
Sunflowers, Geckos and pretty butterflies beckon me,
To tea for two and two for tea, my mothers favorite song,
Sung by Doris Day, a century ago,
But still have a few phone calls to make, the day has been long.
Finally, dinner under a full moon, the rosemary smells
Divine, our own mint in a jug of water, with lemon
Kindly supplied, need they know, by two trees in our estate
followed by hubby pouring the wine,
As we chill out and dine,
On a delicious kleftiko meal.
Replete, say goodnight to my garden, small and romantic
And so delightfully aromatic,
What a breathtaking tranquil sight, our place, our space.
Categories:
basil, garden,
Form: Free verse
#OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!
"I'VE BEEN WILD CAUGHT!"
Who would have thought???
Something soooooooooooooo savory, utterly most delicious and immensely tasty could be sooooooooooo
A M A Z I N G :-). Enough to transcribe and describe this INCREDIBLE, SUBJECTIVE "ELECTIVE" {SMILE} brought to you by
-TASTE BUDS FROM THIS POETESS!
Allow me to address...
If today were my last day on earth and I was absolutely certain {intuitively} it were...
I would request for Breakfast, can you please heat me up some pizza from the day before, it has PINEAPPLE, FRESH BASIL AND SHRIMP ON IT!...OH YES! AND...
THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
Lunch: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
DINNER: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
AFTERLIFE: FIRST DAY...
SAME, THANK YOU DEAR CREATOR, AND
*ALWAYS*...MUCH OBLIGE :-)
NEXT DAY: BREAKFAST...HEAVEN MADE WAFFLE AND OUT OF THIS WORLD MAPLE SYRUP..."PLEASE! KINDLY!" :-)
AFTER THAT, ANY GIVEN TIME...
HINT*....IT'S ON "RE-SET***" {S M I L E}
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 2023#
Categories:
basil, fruit, happiness, heaven, how
Form: Rhyme
Basil Huckleberry was an unassuming boy.
We called him boy even though he was in his fifties.
He rode a bicycle around offering rides to everybody
Touched is what grandma called him
He had a low mental IQ I was told
This was before anyone knew about an Emotional IQ
His was off the charts – he loved everyone he met
And he met everyone
Basil spent all day riding that bike around Chariton, Iowa.
When he saw you he would click the bell six or eight times
Unless there was a baby on the block then he would just yell
We all knew his voice; some ran from it. Others stayed to visit.
Basil was pure in one thing – he wanted people to like him.
He wanted everyone to be happy. He lived on pop bottle money.
He could get paid two cents a bottle. Many people saved them for him.
My own mother used to call him over when she had a twelve pack.
He would be beyond grateful for this huge twenty-four cent gift
I remember thinking it was silly how excited this made him.
He never said a bad thing about another person.
Asked if we had prayed for them. Emotional IQ at genius level.
Categories:
basil, character,
Form: Lyric
Standing still in soothing steeping sunlight
She, my basil beauty in the limelight
Queen of shrubs, she truly deserves the name
Straight as a lilly, heading high her fame.
Tiny flowers, but leaves spreading fragrance
Slender body, trumpeting radiance
Holy, Lemon, African, Thai or Sweet
What wide varieties for us to meet.
Tender childish greenish leaves her stems hold
Dried and crushed spreaded over pizza folds
With honey she opens wind pipes at ease
And open gates of heaven for the Greece*.
Wonder how to stop praises of your grace
Let me have some divine leaves for my vase.
*The ancient Egyptians and ancient Greeks believed it would open the gates of heaven for a person passing on.
Third Place in STRAND PICK 4,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
basil, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Sonnet