Best Cumin Poems
Round and smooth
orange red
playing sunset
in azure pail
holding hands
with moonlight
slices
gifts of pearls
from the earth
dancing peppers
hot and horned
kicking out
garlic smell
sunlit squeezed
lemon lime
sparkles from
sea salt beds
lacey fragrance
green cilantro
apple cider
gold coriander
oil, cumin
peppercorn
avocado
pit and all
rainbow spread
on folded rounds
juicy jewels
on crunchy crown.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-2/25/21
First Place Winner at Kimberton Whole Foods, Kimberton, PA-Poetry Contest
Categories:
cumin, food,
Form:
Free verse
The Endless Fight
My sis and I, we made a vow,
to lose all of our weight somehow.
Long months we tried; sometimes we’d cheat.
Jogging! Oh the agony of da feet!
A one-week cruise; sister noshed and noshed -
Put back half the weight she’d lost!
A month she took to put things right.
Battle of the Bulge is the endless fight!
But, I digress, we're only human.
You can only eat so much with cumin.
And the next day she made her goal.
God bless her heart, God bless her soul.
So now when we get on the scale.
Sometimes we lose, sometimes we fail.
Butt, ;) we both get tired of the botching.
Of all this weighting and this watching.
Nov. 13, 2011 for Silent One's Introduction By Collaboration Poetry Contest
Categories:
cumin, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Come join the three for another cheap, meaningless day in their lives
They consider themselves to be hip, part of the same sex marriage, Burly the
husband, Flo and Mary the wives
Their day always starts at the breakfast table bashing the males that exist
They wish the males could be on the endangered species list
Sometimes things change among the three, as the estrogen level rises in Burly
Once a month, she wants to be a wife and act very girly
As for Mary and Flo, they think Oprah is hot
Burly thinks Rosie O'Donnell has the goodies she so much has sought
They sip their Busch Beer out of Nascar Coozies
There is no more room for anymore women within the circle of The Three
Floozies
From their point of view, all men should be women's slaves
Burly has a strong scent of Old Spice after shave
They love watching domineering women type movies
The popcorn is shared by all Three Floozies
They go out to only all girls clubs
They cheer on the under dogs, their favorite one is the Chicago Cubs
Their closets are full of clothes by Dickies
They leave each other love notes on little stickies
Mary likes champagne on a store brand soda budget
Flo likes Butterbeans with cumin to make them smell pungent
Burly likes Pickled Eggs and sardines
Burly's favorite movie line is In space no one can hear you scream
Flo's favorite movie line is Go ahead, make my day
Mary's favorite movie line is My name is Chucky, do you wanna play?
Burly dreams of one day wrestlin' steers
Mary is concerned that Burly one day will leave, that's her worst fear
Flo watches the WWE, she is such a loyal fan
Burly uses her forehead to smash empty beer cans
None of you are mothers, so on your peanut butter selection, quit being choosy
Mary, Flo and Burly are today's Three Floozies
Categories:
cumin, funny, life, social, day,
Form:
ABC
Turmeric,cumin and clove
Pungent aroma
Taste buds awaken with style
Juicy chicken chunks
Buttered almond top
Silky rice
Spiced!
for "Eat Me" contest
sponsored by John Heck
Categories:
cumin, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
i prepared a simple supper
but with great love i cooked
that main meat of refined wheat
durum semolina, traded as rotini
an Italian pasta to go with beef, a grace
from a Canadian cow grazed in prairie grass,
spiced with herbs from the hunted tropics:
ginger, garlic, turmeric, and coriander
powdered, with red pepper powder
and red pepper crushed, black pepper
(also powdered), added to the onion
chopped, fennel, fenugreek, and cumin
(all seeds), and the magical mustard,
adding leaves chopped: basil, chives
and parsley, with garam masala, a Bharat
special, sprinkled with hardly a pinch of salt
before adding the slow-cooked African beans
and Mexican sauce: chopped and crushed tomato,
and boiled potato, after being sautéed
in the US canola oil to enhance the taste
of minerals and more already in my pan:
folate, iron, niacin, riboflavin, and thiamine
already mixed in carbohydrate, the main
with Chinese additives: citric, soy, and seasonings
unlisted; likewise the two sealed cans
that curtailed my sprinkling salt for supper
came with corn starch, sugar, more spices
and blackstrap molasses, and a poetic muse
Categories:
cumin, adventure, care, caregiving, community,
Form:
Free verse
*This poem was written for Nikko's contest. The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed. I won 1st place in the contest :)
Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy concoction!
Pimp forgot cumin, Gigolo forgot flour, Cowboy forgot corn
Gigolo plotting to corruptly copy Cowboy concoction
Cowboy growling “You forging fool !!!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cowboy flipping Gigolo; Gigolo tromping cowboy, Pimp crying “knockout”!
Conflict fizzling…Cook Off Critic got nitpicky….Implying civility
Critic nibbling Gigolo gyro concoction…critic crying
Critic nibbling Cowboy wonton concoction…critic vomiting
Critic nibbling Pimp minty concoction…critic grinning
Pimp winking, flirting
Critic wiggling, winking, flirting
Critic confirm Pimp Cook off Victor!
Cowboy mournful
Pimp ogling!!! Glitz...Glory
Gigolo crying, “You floozy!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cop cuffing Gigolo to go to court
Tick tock…tick tock….Tick tock
Jury confirm Gigolo guilty!
Pimp, Cowboy, Critic go clubbing
Categories:
cumin, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
Alphabet soup, homemade, here's how
Begin the dish with alphabet pasta and homemade chicken broth
Coriander is next, chopped finely and bruised in cloth
Dice some carrots and parsnips, add chopped swedes as well
Endives and onions tickle the taste buds, create aroma for smell
Fennel bulbs and feathery fronds add pique and intrigue
Grate some Parmesan, add mace and cumin, for spicy blitzkrieg
Heat on high to just before boiling, then reduce heat and simmer gently on low
Insert a spoon and swirl to see perchance what the letters spell out on surface floe
'Just' eat the better half of all meals on your plate
'Keep' snacks at bay by banning from pantry, making temptation abate
'Lessen' you loaf time by walking, running, cycling an hour each day
'Make' wholesome meals, with whole fresh foods and vegetable buffet
'No' more quick junk food fixes to cure feeling-down and depressed
'Or' between meal snacks when hunger pangs bite and diet gets stressed
'Portion' control is far easier that counting calories each time you eat
'Quell' your calories by skipping lunch or one other meal, and each day repeat
'Regular' fasting far easier than eating dietary greens and stuff with no appeal
'Sociably' better, sharing main meal with family, friends, bypassing diet exclusion ordeal
'To' make sure you keep on track to lose weight, eating less and keeping slim
'United' plan and pledge to make durable lifestyle changes to become terrific and trim
'Verily' to keep to your plan, to keep from being beaten
'Waiting' no more to make it happen
'Xeroxed' copies of Mediterranean Diet Recipes at the ready
'Yearning' to be slim and terrific with weight steady
'Zapping' through each day with gusto
Categories:
cumin, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Let's do this, cooking can be fun
If it's not too hard, you're the one
To win a heart (or two) with food
Admit: it will make you feel good
Take dried chickpeas, soak 'em well
One night is fine, you can tell
when they're ready, they're fat,
increased in volume, how cool is that!
Cook for an hour, that is just fine
While you wait just drink some wine
Throw in the blender, add sesame paste,
garlic, lime and olive oil, to your taste
Do NOT forget cumin, honestly
What cook are you, if you can't see
That hummus is nothing without
Now: for once be very stout
And take your most beautiful bowl
Because you're cooking with your soul
Put the gorgeous mixture in there with love
Sprinkle virgin olive oil from far above
In loving drops, a velvet rain
Virgin oil yes, not the plain
Now invite your love to wine and dine
I bet she asks you: "Please be mine?"
***
Februari 2, 2017
Categories:
cumin, cheer up, class, education,
Form:
Couplet
Morning oozes
Sunbeams linger;
Hurl of new day
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn brightly hurls
Sparkle and fest;
Sleepy eyes glimpse
~~~~~~~~~
Neighbour walks
Cute barking dog;
Morning commotion
~~~~~~~~~
Sun streams slant
Bright beams burst;
Touch tasty twinkle
~~~~~~~~~
My wife signals
Birdsong on ledge;
Lovely serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Joy attends
Window soloist;
Black bird concerto
~~~~~~~~~
Early rising
Wake-up call alarm;
Morning agenda
~~~~~~~~~
Words in slow murmurs
Seeding new voice;
Verse transcripts ooze
~~~~~~~~~
Fenugreek brew
Honeyed black cumin;
Espresso plus lemony brief
~~~~~~~~~
Sparkling colours
Gaze of morn;
Tai-Chi dancers swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Time waltzes fast
Watch the sun beams;
Another year dawns
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2016
Singapore
Categories:
cumin, beauty, , cute,
Form:
Haiku
Brown sugar sapotas
Blending with custard alfonso mangos
And bold sweet lime juice
Georgette saris
Pairing with uncut diamond necklaces
Mixed with peals and rubies
Gently sloping palm trees
Swaying in balmy sultry air
And hazy golden sunsets
Frenetic yellow autos
Competing with dusty zipping mopeds
Mixed with ambulating pedestrians
Aromas of cumin
Blending with the sewage
Other times with incense
Glows of brass oil lamps
Singing in hums of prayer
Added with turmeric's incantations
Brightly-patterned salwars
Accentuating gemstone bindis
Comfy fitted leggings
Savory masala dosas
Coupling coconut chutney
Meter-high filter coffee
Categories:
cumin, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun!” Vincent Van Gogh
Yellow
Yellow is
a painted curb or lines upon a street,
a sign of caution where trains or pedestrians cross,
Yellow pages, school buses, raincoats that we wear.
Thus grabbing our attention, yellow rarely is dross.
Yellow is
an ear of corn with butter dripping off it,
pineapple, lemons, and the skin of passion fruit,
bees with their honeycomb so nice and sweet,
the pear and bananas so many of us eat.
Yellow is
the yolk of eggs, mustard, an omelet,
the wonderful inside custard of chocolate eclair,
bright turmeric, yellow-brownish cumin, and the oil of olives.
It’s even one of the colors of a gummy bear!
Yellow is
abundant in the whole wide world.
It’s where Mother Nature often spreads
across a lawn, fields or wild meadows
hundreds and hundreds of dandelion heads.
Yellow is
a tulip, a rose, or a butterfly on them.
It’s hay, bamboo or hills of grass gone dry,
a dahlia, goldenrod, an iris or a daisy
and the lovely sunflower turning toward the sky.
Yellow is
the color of one fish only called the yellow tang!
Flashes of yellow can show up on a parakeet,
the goldfinch, macaw, and cockatiel.
Easter chicks ad ducklings sport the color looking sweet.
Yellow is
a sapphire rare and also citrine quartz,
amber and the sun that rules our days.
Cowards are called yellow; on the other hand,
it’s the optimistic aura of those with happy ways.
Categories:
cumin, color,
Form:
Rhyme
Curry. Cumin. Saffron.
Mmmm, the hallways always smell of spice,
her seventy-year-old body perfecting the rhythm of movement
from icebox to oven in her efficiency kitchenette.
Tangerine wall paint cracks and mixes carelessly
with bits of spice yet lingering in the air; it
follows her, this aroma that eats the eater,
dancing around her skirts
like faeries honoring their faerie queen.
She knows this, and smiles at the sliver of sun peeking through her window.
Down the corridor
people begin their ritual of recognition, then sniffing,
and finally a smile that reveals anticipation.
No one goes hungry inside Apartment A6 and everyone has seconds.
Lunch and dinner, breakfast too
if a body is moving about as dawn surfaces.
Though small, her main floor seems to expand
beyond the boundaries of walls,
everyone cross-legged and eager to devour dishes
few could pronounce and none could forget.
A legend among the two hundred desperate palates;
today, however, souls wander lost through the hallways
because the lucky have snaked their way into heaven
and left the masses to a barren, tasteless fate.
As the onions, okra and potatoes, flavored
with a hint of saffron and even less ginger,
entice bodies five deep and ten across,
our greedy fingers and mouths offer no thoughts of others
going without while dripping sauce falls onto our legs
and Berndi seems content with the pleasure she’s wrought.
Categories:
cumin, food, friendship, funny, passion,
Form:
Narrative
speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking chicken
and felt it was best to have as much chicken as vegetables
she decided to make it easier on herself by using
something large to marinate the birds in.
she was cooking twenty game hens, and wanted a mixture of flavor
to marinate the birds in.
she came up with this.
in a large roasting pan she added,
5 pounds of grapes (vines and leaves)
2 trouts (scaled and cleaned)
4 garlic bulbs (halved and unpeeled)
5 medium onions(quartered with peels)
10 lemons(squeeze the juice and and halved)
5 sprigs of rosemary
4 sprigs of thyme
2 gingerootz (chopped)
5 small chilis (halved)
1 cup of cilantro
roast for about one hour( to extract the pungent aromas)
you only want the juices that are extracted from the mixture
drain by using a colander, and a fine screen.
allow to cool.
in a blender add
2 cups of olive oil
1/4 cup of salt
2 green peppers
1 large red onion
2 small chilis (seeds removed)
2 cup of red wine
3 cups of lime juice
1 cup of light brown sugar
4 tablespoons of ground ginger
1/2 cup of white vinegar
7 cloves of garlic
mix smooth and add to the cool mixture
2 two five gallon buckets with lids
add the game hens and pour mixture to cover all the birds.
marinate overnight.
broil birds in the oven until done.
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1 and one half cups of lemon juice
1 cup of coconut milk
1 cup of grapefruit juice
4 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/2 cup of honey
8 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 cup of minced shallots
1 cup of coconut flakes
1/4 cup of light brown sugar
6 tablespoons of rum
4 tablespoons of grounded cumin
1 and 1/4 cup of olive oil
1/4 cup of mint leaves
3 pounds of deveined shrimp
marinade.
in a large roasting pan, add 1 cup of butter
and a half cup of olive oil
sautee about
6 cups of chopped eggplants,
6 cups of diced (cooked potatoes)
1 cup of green onions
add shrimp (cook shrimp underdone!)
add marandae and thicken with cornstarch
Categories:
cumin, food, french, science, sweet
Form:
Ballade
The Grief of Gaziantep.
Hotter than a Dragon’s kiss,
the seas boil under saffron sun.
Tiny thrumming mosquitoes zone on sweating, caramac skin,
Customer entertainment...hanging from shop fronts,
nine carat gold cages lure buyers in,
imprisoned, flush-red faced finches,
wings of pumpkin-orange
hypnotize purring feral cats.
The afternoon air laden with aromas,
Cinnamon, cumin, ginger...
Bluest sky tips to ripe pomegranate.
Anatolian mountain weavers peddle hand-spun carpets,
fine silk, cool cotton, warm wool.
Faded proud portrait of mounted Ataturk accepts toasts
from chinking, inky Turkish and golden-apple tea glasses.
Layered lutes echo the Ciftetelli as lovers entwine... ***
An odd guest delivers a soul-scalding gift.
Blast! Bang! Splatter! Shatters the buzzing streets of Gaziantep.
Poppy-red plasma sprays through ghost-grey gusts...
Whimpering, wailing, screaming, sobbing,
echoes of sadness rupture the sodden earth,
in once jovial corners, now cups of embers smoulder.
Still Mama’s jet hair moves...like Puma’s in slow-motion.
Leapt into an everlasting world of sorrow,
grief beat-beats upon severed hearts.
Ceaseless pain flutters on wings of wind,
as stretchers convey the motionless and the maimed.
A Jasmine flower chain now a poisonous asp.
The apricot horizon flits through boundless violet skies
as the barley half-moon sings with newborn stars.
Bleeding wounds will scab,
hope, the key of freedom, falters.
Swallows weave darkness to night.
Longings for the lost...
as loved ones whisper in their sleep.
*** Ciftetelli..Turkish Folk music often played at Weddings.
Dedicated to the Citizens of Gaziantep Turkey... Where 54 people (including 22 children) were killed and many injured by a suicide bomber on Saturday 20th August 2016. One mother lost four of her five children.
Categories:
cumin, bereavement, evil, grief, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Rosemary Thyme fell in love with
a spicy character who was Sweet Basil.
Her parents didn't Extractly like him,
because he Peppered them with Salty
words. So they would meet secretly.
One day however, she Cinnamon Cumin.
Her Poppyseed her, Anise he mad!!
To keep them apart, he put her on
the overland Sage bound for Oregano.
Categories:
cumin, fun,
Form:
Free verse