Basil Poems - Poems about Basil

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...

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#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...

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Basil the Bogomil and his good friends were preaching the truth in all its light, about Jesus Christ’s mercy in the world’s pitch darkness. Though they harmed no man or creature, asking for no riches, they gathered enemies while preaching in the Eastern Roman Empire. Emperor Alexius, the defender of error and deception, used his...

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I was influenced by Basil Fawlty that sarcastic humour really caught me inappropriate rude crude and naughty humour against stress which haunts me I'm the sort some assume a dim bulb even the spoons make a sharper knife impulsive projections cause eyes to roll a daily custom always part of my life and yet people fail to...

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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...

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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...

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The woman married at a young age to the eldest son of a farmer- my maternal uncle and neighbor. Usually, she woke up early at the crow's caw and swept the dirt floor of the house with a broom often wiping it with water and a nura ( wet cloth ) After that she took a bath, changed her clothes and...

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