Best Capsicum Poems

Grandpa’s a gem in the garden,
tending his sprouts and his peas,
tomatoes and onions and cabbage,
his ‘caulies’ and his broccoli’s.

I have seen plenty of gardens,
chocked full of bountiful greens,
but none the standard of grandpa’s,
with his chili’s ‘n chocko’s 'n beans.

So I believed grandpa was blessed,
with an...

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i folk dance the gypsy czardas,
red and robust on my lips,
a kiss of sweet rose.
coveted sweet pepper,
exotic fruit spice.
delicious budapest dance,
seasoned to perfection.
my husband pressured me,
to cheat on my paprikash.
a catholic priest uttered
latin words of “capsicum annuum”
absolution received for my sin....

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YELLOW IS THE SUN IN THE SKYLINE after Midnight- -

Once upon a midnight flat;
It was matte, imagined that!
'It's that even,' I muttered;
Yellow as sun and butter;
…..a rainbow of mystic skies;
Beautiful site between the eyes;
Passions liken a blonde celandine;
Bright byzantine, lupine, and benign!
Solar capsicum minds the...

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SALAD

         Grilled capsicum, shrimp to take.
           with grilled potato.
           Add salt, lemon and then shake
  ...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9

for her 
who looks most beautiful in red orna
i’m carrying the best wishes of those lilies 
blooming on the iron-grill

When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense 
within the rain pipe
i’ve lost the gate-pass of my earthly-birth

this world of...

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Don’t let them get you talking
bat-on-brain, beak turned upside down
Don’t let them have you walking
with your throbbing head spun around

Everything simple is now so plain topsy turvy,
silence is the complex New Wave sound

Aisle confusion  ...  bland XY liberty
Shopping cart illusion,
soap opera values so...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip over the staircases. Nor the bins. Nor the fireplaces. Be...

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Should I throw a Tantrum?
 Become like a purple Capsicum?
 For You to feel my Momentum?
 Or should I go and drown in an Aquarium?
 Whichever I do, I will certainly run from the Asylum,
 To have myself made into an Anthurium,
 So that I...

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If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens. 
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement. 
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute. 
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit....

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Invitation for Food Fight

                            ‘Can you hear?
           ...

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Salt the earth,
only shaking out love
or
Pepper the place
with capsicum of hate

Salt preserves the peace,
pepper disturbs the harmony

Salted love is always hate-free
Peppered hate dilutes love distastefully

Give me love to salt all my senses down:
Make me immune to the peppery,
pungent aroma hate spreads around
When death comes,
which one...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip over the staircases. Nor the bins. Nor the fireplaces. Be...

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I
I was walking in India's jungle (Dehra Dun)
At the Himalayan foothills, alone
Ten thousand years before Christ was born
I spied a plant, barely a meter tall
Graced with red and green fruit: "May I?"
I prayed to the gods before taking or tasting
Both were pungent; tears jumped to...

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He desired to become an army man,
Who could operate a stern-gun;
Those recruited him said:
As an army-cook, you could go-ahead;
Lion in a kitchen room?
broom in hands of a brie-groom?
He did not give up, yet,
He got his mind, set;
He cooked for them,
Filled with smiles, like a gem;
They...

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Remote to the walls of intelligence, a civilization is defined without a typographical position
Entrance to the society is marked with long, gargantuan red gateways that extend high
High as if touching Ursa Major’s feet, detailed with “titrala”, the land’s logographic language
This is the society of Bahdur,...

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