Best Aniseed Poems
For your (Turkish) Delight party invite
Sweetshop had shut up for the day
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox
The sweets were now all wide awake
There was All Sorts of fun to make
The Chocolate Mice ran to and fro
As the Mars Bars to Mothers Pub did go
The Kit Kats spotted the chocolate mice
Who ran circles round the Coconut Ice
The Bounty cried because it was in dry dock
Time showed After Eight on the big wall clock.
The Marathons were training very hard
Some Pear Drops and Spangles standing on guard
The Smarties were looking for a Treet
They moved up market to Quality Street.
The clever Jelly Tots got carried away
Too lazy to walk, they used a Milk Tray
The Dolly Mixtures danced and sang
To All Gold heavy metal music -Bubble Gum went off with a bang.
The Coconut Mushrooms went timid and shy
Wine Gums and Chocolate Buttons looking up to the sky
To see The Sherbet Flying Saucers whizzing around
The Liquorice Torpedoes stayed firmly on the ground
The Jelly Tots decided to loop the loop
Chocolate Cigarettes played Polo20and Hula Hoop
Sherbet Dips joined their friend Liquorice Straw
The Crème Eggs were lying flat out on the floor.
Even the Minstrels loved this free for all party
The Humbugs were picking a fight with a Smartie
But they all agreed a good Feast was had by all
As they danced the night away at the Aniseed Ball.
(c) Barbara Brewin 27thAugust 2008 All rights reserved
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Yellow chard stain index finger smears my logic puzzle,
Sour cream cilantro splatter quite the quaint “addition”
juicy brain pump lemon zest solution that I guzzle,
number crunching sea salt a spur to intuition
Roasted sweet potato has me snapping at the grid
toting up those lettuce layer 3 by 3 cells
carrot colour pencil point to “whisk” the sums I did
geometric square outside a salad bowl that gels
With mango stone eraser I can sculpt another route
Imagine all those French bean digits driving me insane
kidney bean ensemble sighs “give that row the boot.”
I sniff balsamic vinegar to make quick fixes plain
Sudoku trail incumbent has fresh basil hint in mind
while churning sumptuous avocado neuron cell alert
feasting off that figure fetish nutrient aligned
“You’ll crack this with some bamboo shoot” an Einstein voice might blurt
Basic rule of algorithm leads to Asian aniseed
Check online for symbolic totals, those grains that raise the stakes
rabbit food as tummy loaded “combo” itching to succeed
but one should pause awhile on computation,
for cayenne flavour breaks
Heuristically I dribble walnut fractions on a page
footnote to some taco leaf conundrum
Interlocking data cuts the mustard as we age
Another beetroot slice and cryptic teaser warding
off the boredom
NB I have an acquired expertise with regard to Sudoku
logic puzzles. But I also like to cook.
The nutrients sustain my Sudoku efforts.
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.
Captain Cleopatra was feeling very pleased today, as she stood, on the bridge of the Federation's Moonblaster 5
This was her first command after passing out of the "Universal Academy of Feline Officers" and she held her tail high
Being in command was alien to her but with the experienced Probate Officer "Moon Martial Macafferty" by her side she was feeling good and relaxed inside
Orders were clear, war had been declared on Dalmatian Galaxy U, after intelligence reports had spotted a Special Forces Dog Unit, stealing bones from Feline Cemetery Interior 2
Now they had been tasked with this campaign and she would follow her orders through but to do it they would have to travel three thousand light years to Cosmos Blue
Moon Martial Macafferty had issued the crew, with extra large aniseed balls which he knew,
would tempt the Special Forces Dog Unit out of their bolt hole, on Moon Alpha Seven, next to "Mount King Cole"
Cleopatra looked out of the bridge window, at the distant sun, she put her paw to the holster, which held her stun gun, She thought "soon", very very soon, we will pass the twinkle line, on the dark side of the moon
Planet Atropolis looked beautiful at night, with its seventy six, astral fire flames, dancing in the light. Her Mother was Resident Queen Mouse Clearer, The highest honour to bestow, to rid the place of vermin mice, she had took the vow
Macafferty with his long golden whiskers and his full length fur of blue, whispered "your in charge girl" it was time to go, she knew
She stepped up to a loud hailer, "ATTENTION CREW, GOOD DAY" fasten all your harnesses, we are on our way
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
April has a lovely appearance.
The clocks are set forward by one hour.
April showers fetch May flowers.
The soil is kept moist by gentle rains.
On the kitten's paws in the early dawn.
Soft, soothing breezes soothe the senses.
And ocean sounds to soothe your soul.
It's time to let it arise; April has arrived.
Even in April, the nights still cold.
During the day, it was pretty calm.
It's difficult for us to observe the flowers.
Overshadowed by the shower glower.
The flowers bloom with the moment.
Followed by the leaves in April and May.
Filling the flowers with a delicate beauty?
There were a lot of flowery, citrusy scents.
Licorice with fennel and aniseed flavors.
The happiest time of the year.
Summer and spring are merrier.
We sowed the seeds in the garden.
After the last frost had passed.
Most likely, we're eager to yield it a whirl.
To feel the warm scent of April.
It's optimistic and charming.
As it stretches, and as we admire.
The month of April brings sureness
various types of tinny songbirds are active.
By tomorrow, April will have moved on.
I'm ecstatic with the lovely May blossoms.
April will conceal tomorrow's tears and redness.
April is a month of sobriety.
April shudders at the fun life.
Faith and hope are constant companions.
We're thinking around our rebirth.
Anything that is in the routine of being renewed.
There will be a lot of family pets and newborns.
Thank you for resurrecting the dazzles, April.
We've been dealing with heavy snow for months.
God was merciful, and the earth was in his hands.
In April, this is a symbol of God's line with the spirit.
Creating a delighted and equitable society.
Written: April 11, 2021
Edited : April 24, 2021
All Yours (Apr 25) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
It's a thin line travelled on a daring dustbin lid that caresses time. Dutiful are the Daisuke Daoism of daisies whose appearance is quite superb and unsupervised in a midday storm swish. Putting platters place puddings pronouncing presidency power. And the multicolumns of multipurpose spray aniseed on a giant curve of sky ball. Dumbing deeming drifts. And an eighty watt light bulb with no light. Moving music makes mint magnetic magazines. And the oblivious liquid drop of obligation is an oath served and taken in a translucent soup bowl. Radiate not a heat from a het of hexagon headed horror. And give no television children's character a power plinth. Unaided stick walking to the shop to buy ships, mushy cheese, and a little walnut. To place in a large pie. Oh, steel frames lurking in a smoggy cafe drinking acrid coffee then cantering in dreamland ensues. Wish for no waiting floors to rise up. For upstairs is underground and underground is a huge epitomized cannabinoid whose antics with a whisk make great headlines in a mosque or in a church or in a synagogue. Dive then to the depths of mist and return with the golden swords. Great. Fantastic news for the sea serpents running in a global race against the tides. Hahaha hold a toothpick to the sun. Hahaha spinning statutory static void. Hayashi circuit breakers hahaha towel. Xxxxx circumstantially z and that was the p y q reporting from 89.0 on a ridge of ice on a three foot cake in landscape 76.89~
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.
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.
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...