Best Fermentation Poems
Sweetened dung is shoveled down
gluttonous throats with eager appetites for
alleged misdeeds skillfully spun
into a frenzy of sensationalized hype
by media-seasoned reporters.
.
Seduced by speculation and hearsay,
a jury of pseudo-intellectuals assembles
neatly with moral turpitude tied
smug and tight around rigid white collars
stained heavy with sweat and anticipation.
She stands alone as the eyes of
the court pierce through her appraising
her posture and expression while
the echo of charges being read dissipates
with the smell of type ink and old mahogany.
Fragments of truth embellished
for shock-value and dramatic effect
spill forth as vomit
from confessional mouths
reeking of rot and fermentation.
Vulturous prosecutors rise in fluid
motion squawking accusations in
expert execution of closing arguments,
pecking apart flesh, unconscionably
scattering the meaty bones of her defense.
Categories:
fermentation, allegory, social,
Form:
Free verse
His death opened a direct channel
to heaven. His life, a journey
of faith; His Source, the Light
of a Universe, greater than the
sum of all stars –
His message, one of redemption...
of conscious re-unification with our
Father/divine. The Son's blood, a
blessed, sacrificial-wine ~ vintage, that of
salvation – a healing elixir from Angel distillers,
for overcoming man's bout with garden-fever;
immunizing man's spirit against the plague of evil,
thus confounding a Devil's fiendish manipulation, his long-relished win –
for the red, ripened apple has always been, a symbol of Evil's
fermentation of consuming sin....
Let us all imbibe, drink as thirsty apostles
from Christ's extended ladle, reviving a world
gone astray –
such spiritual quench within mortal reach – let our
words and actions not merely be the sounds and motions
of a profitless speech, but life-giving principals to impart,
examples of righteous behavior to our children that we
are commanded to teach ~
further evolving (this generation of budding gods)
beyond surface gestation of mere garden-flowers, yet turning from
new transfigured dawn during early implementation of wondrous,
self-applicable
creative powers –
Christ withdrew Satan's poison from our dank, heavy
firmament, so that we also may be lightened and rise –
beams of sunlight woven back into Holy Cords
of ascent ~ strengthening silver threads linking the souls of
all mankind with God's limitless miracles above – transforming
our lowly natures into ever greater vessels for the expression of a
Physical/spiritual
Kingdom of
Purest Love....
Categories:
fermentation, christian, easter, evil, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Offended is an expensive Vintage
blended
lacking precision
I recommend a less sulfuric fermentation
-----------Varietals-------------
grapes of wrath
so much to offer
each glass
examine
swirl
smell
breathe and savor
see legs of the vine
tannins to taste
or we can
over drink
over think
get wasted and offended
tick clocks fast
amidst boiling stew
issues skewed by our own jaded views
we can be peaceful
yet perceived to push hate
our temple may become damaged
via friendly fire
and as for poets...
we may be the single most egotistical, emotional, tremendously divine
individuals of all time and we know it!
we laugh when skies cry, seek solitude as joyful crowds arrive
we write and write 'till pens run dry of ink
we, the Swiss cheese...
we pretend to be bulletproof, whilst writhing inside
we juxtapose
we justify
we jigsaw puzzle brothers and muzzle others
we control situations then
recite white lies to
monopolize conversation
all the while remaining dedicated to being offended
with loose change and pretentious
and boy we've figured out the whole Multi-Verse because
"My Deity can beat up your Deity!
yet, let me not be the last fool to promise you,
we are so miniscule, the god's will be too busy swinging sticks on the golf links
to visit you before the toil of your sore drama is through
we must pave our way, keeping heads clear and high
stamping urgency upon trusting self
Mister Bob Marley sang it best with: "EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE ALRIGHT!"
shhh...LISTEN
upon this short enlightening journey
exists a plethora of big aspirations
we'll fail to grasp if our hopes swirl in the vortex of black clouds
sidetracked
offended at misunderstandings and minute words
burning midnight oil on the spoil.
Categories:
fermentation, child, giggle, girl, kid,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Germ-free Mason jars, hot from the pot of boiling water, gurgling on the cast iron wood stove, stood ready to receive the fruits and vegetables, fresh from the fields and orchards. Lids and sealing rings locked in the freshness. Mama, in her apron skillfully flavored the veggies as she prepared for meals months ahead. The old pressure cooker hissed as it played its part in preserving the bounty of the family farm. Preserves, jams and jellies, sealed in wax, filled the cupboard just waiting for future hot buttered biscuits.
Peeling, dicing, chopping, pickling were all part of the process that brought kin from far away to socialize and join in preserving food for times when the land rested and awaited the start of a new season.
Outside, Sauerkraut (layer of shredded cabbage, layer of salt,) repeated and compressed, awaiting fermentation filled the depth of a Crock on the front porch.
These glimpses of the times that are all but gone will remain with me forever. Life was tough at times but love was the balm that treated the abrasions of near poverty. And the tender touch of those who came for “Canning Days” was felt until the last jar was consumed. God’s bounty awaited, and next year’s promises stood always before us.
Written by: John Posey 10/21/13
Inspired by Canning Colors,
A poem by Donna Jones
Categories:
fermentation, community, farm, food,
Form:
Narrative
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
Categories:
fermentation, corruption, dedication, devotion, paradise,
Form:
Monorhyme
Fermentation around us, awakens my senses,
I can feel a warm blush radiate down to my toes
I know your intentions, and we kiss in the moment, twilight above turns to burgundy red.
You picked me a bouquet of the sweet supple bounty
while, letting me sample a brush of the sun
I'm tasting the bliss from the warm afternoon
as the lush of the juice dribbles onto my chin
Drinking the essence, from deep down within me
You have tasted my lips with a wine flavored tongue
The sky has turned purple, with rose colored dimples
And sun dips so slowly, deep into the hills
The mood is like swimming, and my poor head is spinning
And I'm drowning quite dizzily, and drunk from the spell
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8/28/15
a wine connoisseur contest: Sponsored By Chase Trevi
Categories:
fermentation, love, paradise, passion, wine,
Form:
Free verse
How to keep microbes from souring alcohol?
Submit them to pasteurization and kill them all!
Want your ale sweet when it is done brewing?
Destroy all the bacteria with heating and cooling!
And when your yeast is done with fermentation,
Use germ theory for vaccinations!
His work led to prevention of anthrax and rabies,
But also the whole field of stereochemistry!
Although being paralyzed probably stunk,
It was probably bearable being always drunk!
Categories:
fermentation, science, silly,
Form:
Light Verse
Love comes from the fermentation of hate.
Categories:
fermentation, hate, love,
Form:
Verse
IVF
Times without number
That’s as far as one could remember
Or better still conjecture
At this end of this ocean we stood, at the edge
Aghast at the tardiness of virility
Invisible except for its vivid physiognomy
That swirled and rolled and spent itself
In a recurring recuperation of empathy
Till rains agoraphobic arrived
As a successful ‘in vitro’ in the glass sky
A sodden blast of breeze scattering a mound of leaves
Breathing into the fertile insides
Slick in fermentation
Sticking to sticky bloodied life.
9 Mar 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Entry for Rick Parise's contest
For PD's 'Freeverse contest' now on 13 mar 13
Categories:
fermentation, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
All chocolate comes from the cacao trees
They grow best in tropical vicinities.
The tree first grew in Central America
although most of them now grow in Africa.
A portion of them also comes from Asia.
Equatorial climate proves most ideal,
so the tree has plenty of pods to reveal.
The pods on the trees contain many small beans.
These beans have to dry by the usual means.
They have to spend many hours in the sun
before any further processing is done.
Once dry, they are processed with fermentation.
They get chocolate liquor through extraction.
The beans have to be shipped to facilities
where they are scoured for all impurities.
The brown dried beans are then roasted for some time;
long enough to bring out flavor that’s sublime.
Further along in this commonplace process,
butter is extracted by hydraulic press.
They add alkali and emulsifier,
along with sugar and vanilla flavor,
to a thick consistency that would favor
pressing into molds that are briskly shaken.
Air bubbles escape; solid bars are taken
to another room for wrapping and packing.
Finished products are ready for marketing.
Categories:
fermentation, business, food, tree, chocolate,
Form:
Rhyme
Fermentation
Rumpled like a ceiling mirror
Staring at an unmade bed,
Like burned tyres of a revolution,
Like a beach without sand,
A wood pecker without a beak,
Like a baby born with a cord around his neck.
Marks of birth etched all over me,
I feel the sugar oozing,
I taste the sour,
Having turned.
We didn’t wake up to find the lights out:
Screws slowly undone with every fight,
I hate you and forgive you then hope.
But it wasn’t wine brewing.
The kisses that flew out the window,
Every morning as you returned with a whiff of her.
My love sinking six feet every night,
As I clutched at lonely pillows,
While you sank into her,
Behind conference room doors
In meetings that never were.
I feel fermented
And it taste like hate from 1939,
Brewed in my soul through a love glycolysis.
My veins filled with ethanol and alcohol,
Inebriated with pain and I drink,
From this glass of sorrow,
In memory of your past.
Celebrating your death,
The last time you tasted of her sugar
While I drenched in this lactic acid.
Categories:
fermentation, anger, emotions, feelings, hate,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
THE YING YANG OF LIFE
The Ying and Yang of Life
requires that some do what they are born to
while others create the opposite venue.
We live in a world of duality
One cannot exist without the other
I tasted the fermentation of one
and got intoxicated with the result
of living in a cloud of sadness.
The pendulum swings and now as
the motion slows, I find that wisdom
ticks and tocks on both sides of an erratic clock.
Kept by a timekeeper who looks askew
while continuing to create destiny.
cak 12-4-2014
Categories:
fermentation, allusion, creation, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
A surreal vision
dreamlike and bizarre.
I felt as if I were in the throes
of a turbulent blazing blizzard,
a throbbing pulsating migraine
almost static in fermentation.
It gnawed intensively at my innards,
atrocious labor pains.
She put a small wet warm towel
Right on my forehead.
Then relief.
A calming of the spirit,
ethereal, soft, relaxing.
A vision of vastness
dotted by languid lakes,
rippling rivulets,
autumn-colored trees,
eternal waterfalls,
and myriads of emigrating geese.
I slept, feeling you besides me,
warm, homely, and satisfying.
Precisely why I loved you.
22 April 2021
Placed 1
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
fermentation, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Too long, my soul,
Uninvited city noise
And fleeting seconds
Separates us
Then robs us of moments
To meet through blended rhapsodies
In pure hues of solitude
And soft shades of serenity
Yet, reassuring arms gather us into
A bright hallowed heaven sent sanctum,
Bidding rest with folded hands in sacred stillness
When I forget how dearly
You need holy calm in sacred space
On mountainsides of fluttering aspens
Wearing diadems of radiant gold -
Taking in infinite tranquility
From iridescent neon sunsets;
Turning from sizzling heat in summer’s breathing -
Searing innocence with masked skepticism –
From chaos to grace
By murmuring lakeshores
Resting – rippling – undulating –
Awaiting soft sung cradlesongs of consecrated renewal;
You turn your eyes
From the hallucinations dancing in the life of city lights
More enchanted by hypnotic snowstorms
Of falling leaves gathered at your feet
Sipping evening spice
As velvet twilight extends - swaddled into approaching darkness
A spreading smile of prayerful peacefulness –
Angelic invitation to become one again –
To hint of amber tinted moons
When zephyrs change their cloaks to cloudy vesper veils,
When mists ride on their whispers to leave a glittering sheen
On the abundance of the blameless open hand;
My soul let us renew our vows - venerated unity in solitude –
Let us cling! Let us toast!
Let us celebrate with the venerable wine
Of ripened, humble everlasting fermentation
Our long desired prophetic reunion
Innocent as the lotus in moonlight.
Categories:
fermentation, life, peace, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
The Dill, of course, are here now, but I fear
the Sour will be coming in about an hour.
They’ll arrive with relatives – those Half Sour.
Pickles straight from India have come. One’s Lime.
The other – Mango – likes a real good time.
The Polish too are here, resembling Kosher.
The difference is the Polish just seem gaucher.
Like wall flowers they sit. They need attention!
I know the perfect ones to ease the tension -
The ones to welcome everyone - the Sweet.
See them mingle with the Polish that they meet!
Pickled Pepper’s here using his old line
of “picked a peck.” I think too long in brine
that one’s been sitting. Kosher thinks that’s great,
though we wish his garlic breath would abate!
The odd one here’s Cinnamon. It’s not Christmas yet!
Well, the more the merrier. But whoever let
*the Kool Aids in? This party’s not for kids.
Jarred Pickles, seeing this, have flipped their lids!
I hope the Sours don’t ruin our celebration
coming from their salty fermentation.
This party will be anything but hellish
for Gherkin’s here along with one Sweet Relish!
Aug. 18, 2022
for It's A Pickle Party Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
*Note: Kool Aid Pickles combine the traditional pickle brine with Kool Aid and sugar. Also Cinnamon is a pickle I learned of while researching pickles, as well as the Lime and Mango from India!
Categories:
fermentation, food,
Form:
Rhyme