Best Buckwheat Poems
Among tall weeds are waving tulips, with satin pearls of dew
Blowing trumpets, and brushing grasses, with shades of cheerful tunes
Creating carpets soft and fair, where every eye can rest,
Dancing petals kiss the breezes, in flirting dalliance
Each breath of wind, caresses strands, of lupine, blending in
Foxglove, flax, and buckwheat stand, so slender on their stems
Green buds, fragile, on the limbs, of trees in cloisters, high
Have opened bliss upon the ridge, while clouds are passing by
Ivy tendrils wrap the oaks, which grow exempt from time
Just as God would wrap a heart with joy at Easter time
Keeping watch, a hawk swoops down, to scout a meadow's floor
Looming high, it circles 'round, in time for afternoon
Morning 's sun has long been gone,, and left a touch of warm
Night had left a trail of showers, from the passing storm
Opened flowers, bask in sunlight, breaking through the cold
Pastel colors, and fragrant blossoms, paint the world in gold
Question not the splendid wonder, it's ours now to explore
Rejoice with eyes, behold and conquer, spring is at our door
Saturate the heart with "happy", as the day unfolds
To stand, alone, and hear the songs, birds and bees have told
Underneath the cloak of springtime, is all that we could ask
Voices call within the wind, and meadow larks will ask
Will we take this world for granted, or leave it to the rest?
Xanadu is ours to own, nature at it's best
You came, you saw, a sign of spring.......and
Zenith, is its name
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For The Abecedarian Contest: "Spring"
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
2/20/15
At first was spring, and everything was quenched of every thirst
Summer came, but soon was gone, it quickly played its game
Autumn, lingers here again, blows in with magic fingers
Gripping trees without a care, and painting brittle leaves
Sending cold to gild our hills with brilliant red and gold
Finding ways to rust the sky with tawny autumn days
We should fry up stacks, of buckwheat cakes, and gather stacks of wood
We'll retire, soon, find warmth, and croon, around the cozy fire
We now rehearse, the winter's curse, and will survive the worst, somehow
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For Contest: Plucky 2 By 9
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
2/23/15
From buckwheat bloom to goldcup flower,
From my sill of shade, to your wealthy dower,
The junctures, the times, we came upon together.
Now these goldcups, finally had color.
Transpiring your truths, I tally a noble four,
And they, are like roses in the moor.
For you, there'll be no more crying.
For you, I can go on, thriving.
Your pansies in the yard, choired to sing,
And clover clads, don't serve the deceased.
But shuns us away, from the vile who surmised,
And tying our knot with the glories of morning.
The flag of my disposition, compels to insist.
And my body's static, begging to persist.
'Till you took the first step, willing to assist.
Over day, overmorrow,
Wherever you may go, I would eagerly follow.
Since you made me one, when I was an aeolist.
If the Almighty may endorse, I certainly would,
I'd hold your hand, reminiscing what zinnias could,
I'd squire you round the gay meads, laden with gold,
As we turn to eye the darkness we left behind.
Pondering, juxtaposed in our lore,
On the patches of green, where we once tread before.
I love all the roads we will walk together.
I love all the sceneries we will witness together.
All the questions we will shyly ask each other,
And all the answers to them in every moment.
So I pray, that He won't take you from me
'till death clads us together,
Forever, in our Eden.
frost wives sleep on the wings of butterflies
snowflakes. cool fingers touch my dream's edge
my dream nettles fades in a wombat pouch
I suck milk with my brothers in marsupium
they play my milk-mothers tweak eyes amorous
on the yellow ruins of cold sinful emerald earth
world lies deep the ocean frothing at the mouth
blissful mermaids naked flutter eyelashes iris green
skins melt like butter down the wall of buckwheat
drip by drip trickle into the cave of its triangular seeds
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11 December 2014
Apple Appetite
ample appealing
Adam an American
artificial air
Butter best baby
beautiful blue butterflies
buying buckwheat bread
Crackers cherry crust
cinnamon cheese cereal
crispy crunchy crumbs
Date Written: 7/20/2020
Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your next of kin, or neighbors you have got
Even for those teenage boys, ...(the ones who eat a lot!)
Let's see you fry a stack of cakes that tower on the plate
The stack is high,...but folks will sigh with happiness inside
So get the griddle piping hot, and warm syrup too
And don't forget a pot of jam and marmalade is good!
Applesauce, gets an A+ ,.......and often gets applause!
Yes you can! Whip some up.....it's as easy fix to do
No need to go to I-Hop. Just make them on the spot
Wake them up to something yummy
Fill a tummy, make 'em happy, maple syrup needs some sopping
Buckwheat makes the grumpy jolly, just stir the lumps out 'til there's none
And someone's sour mood is gone, when sourdough is stacked at dawn
Flapjacks wake the sleepyheads, before they run straight out the door
They'll turn right back to have some more .....three or four, or five or six
Butter oozing down the sides, sticky syrup glazing eyes.....mouths will water
hear the laughter.....add some nuts, or raisin eyes, make a face a big surprise
Yum! Yum! Yum! M & M's add some fun, and add a chocolate prize!
And if you dare, to be so bold
Flip your flapjack, pan-fried gold.....Just grab and hold your frying pan
It 's in the grip, ......then flip ! You can !!! And if you're lucky it will land
upon the plate........not on the floor, across the room,......
but one mistake......, just mop it up, and try it all again!
Practice tennis while you're at it,...Ping pong too...., and batter-up.....
Up it goes........and down it comes........Something yummy for your tummy
Pancake's, flapjacks .......hotcakes, hoecakes..
Pick your favorite, flip them high........ make them small or any size
Make a ton........!!! It's worth a try !
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For Didactic Food Contest: sponsored by Tammy Reams
10/5/15
Heney Penny spent her money
On a hive of buckwheat honey
But the bees were not so friendly
They chased off poor Heney Penny
Left of her money, she hadn’t any
But of bee stings, she had many
She was doctored by Mcclenny
They were married in Cal Genny
Now her thoughts are full and plenty
On her clutch of four and twenty.
Beneath the opal passage of the morning
I surrender to my gaze, and I am thrilled
Where the cattle graze upon the hills
The grass is wet and chilled by morning dew
Under haze and clouds, and glow of rising sun
Among the fragrant flowers growing wild
I will try my best, to take a careful step
Not to crush,or snuff the life, of even one
I see a thousand blossoms dancing here
They flaunt their beauty to the sky
Seducing blackbirds gliding low
And filling senses, restoring souls
Yellow buckwheat nestles at my feet
Stalky lupines, with tinge of blue
And wild flax fragile on the stem
Will bend and bow to every breeze
I will sit beside a lodge pole pine
Take my rest against the bark
And hear the song of meadowlarks
Embellish stories of the day
A colored carpet deep and wide
Lies before me with such benevolence
A morning shines, with flowered grace
Kissed by the sun, tossed by the wind
Planted by God, and born to be wild
Stalky lupines add a purple fringe
to rugs beneath the lodgepole pine
In tall cool grass, where deer have been
the sun slides down between the limbs
The blue wild flax, on slender stems
will bend and bow to every breeze
And sulphured bands of wild buckwheat
in wild array, will cluster at my feet
Not planned, unintended, still they remain
Untouched by the hoe, and watered by rain
A colored carpet wide and sweeping for my eye
While hiking through the lofty hillside high
Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please
The winding path that climbs higher still
Strikes vibrant chords and charms the spirit still
This hillside of carpet, in springtime so mild
Planted by God, and born to be wild
Inspired by Constance's mini contest "Wildflowers"
pancakes barbara with cream
a buckwheat galette
haddock,prawn savoury wraps
brandy crepe suzettes
dribbled with treacle
Flip,flip Hoo
Ray!
THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE
Cats sitting on a fence-posts with curled-up tail wrapped around neatly.
Penguins waddling off-balance, out of their element completely.
Babies snuggled up with only nose showing in a crib so small,
With their tiny miraculous fingers all gripped into a roll.
Children the world over, just being children,
Who smile and climb, and laugh, and run.
Ships of all kinds, best seen in the US Navy.
Steamed kasha fried up with rich brown gravy. *
Heroes gaining true love with some impossible feat.
Close multi- voice harmony with a Beach Boys beat.
Maps , especially big ones, of almost any place.
My wife coming towards me any time, her smiling face.
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*kasha is a Russian dish made with buckwheat, mmmmmm
Having not done the things I wanted to do
and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do
I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.
Black-capped chickadees
cheerful and truthful expression
grouped in platoons, sharing the point.
The tribes travel together
first finches, then chickadees
following the squirrels every morning.
What luxury, abundance! Handful after handful
of grass seed thrown, into wind.
The corn ripe and the rye with it.
The other main families: pines, roses, peas,
lilies, daisies, heath, birch and oak.
Maple, honeysuckle, pink, mustard, cypress, mint, olive, buckwheat,
primrose, willow, buttercup, saxifrage, snapdragon, cactus.
Truth may be ascertained by considering
the truth we feel, the truth we're told,
the truth we reason, and the truth we've seen.
It is so good to be a chickadee.
To tell the truth cheerfully and joyfully
in a way that makes others want to live.
Nutritious noodles, curled like worms in a dish,
Served with sauce in a salad; stuffed with fish.
Veiled with vegetables… making a perfect pasta.
Superb, succulent, smooth and rolling in… strata;
Hot from the oven, often boiled before it’s baked.
With my fork I pick them up, just like worms… raked.
Filled with buckwheat, rice and whole wheat flour,
Yummy in my tummy, I can take it every hour;
Noodles can be nasty, dropping from the spoon…
Tasty and tempting, they can make you croon.
Are you I search of pasta… that is just perfect?
Then noodles are just nice… you can’t neglect!
Television's Funster's
Two of my favorites
The Addams Family and the Munster's
The Honeymooner's- with Ralph and Ed
Their still on late at night
Fun to watch- 'fore we go to bed
The Odd Couple- a comedy treat
It is certainly odd
Oscar so messy, Felix so neat
Fred, Barney and Dino the dinosaur
Got to love the Flintstone's
I must have watched them a thousand times...or more
The Little Rascals- all of the gang
Spanky, Buckwheat, Darla...
Oh, and how Alfalfa Sang
When it comes to smartness- Abbott was the worst
Costello was the genius...
He wrote- "Who's on first"
The smartest man to play his part
Obviously, it has to be Don Adams
He was "Maxwell Smart"
The funniest lady of them all
The one that I love
I Love Lucy's- Lucille Ball
Just Stating the obvious Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brother Jacob
4/24/2021
yellowfin tuna steak pop crust sesame soba
buckwheat noodle
earthly tart on my plate
with chopsticks one and two and
social slurp
eats he the earth organic (assimilates nutrients)
she sips he sips
sweetly sips