Best Herbs Poems
In honor of our new baby blooms, you are cordially invited to our annual tea. This year we are serving a plethora of herbals, for your sipping pleasure: Peppermint pep, Chamomile comfort, Rose repose, are among them.
This year we are serving the local honey with lavender and lemon (optional); it will relax you to promote your
tea-time bliss.
We also have a poet for your entertainment, as one of the Poppies has penned, quite a bit of wit!
Cinnamon and ginger have graciously volunteered; to regale you with some spicy stories.
The Vanilla beans have baked some wondrous sugar cookies;
they’ll surely delight your palate.
We’ll be decorating with morning glory vines and aromatic, tea roses; It’s only appropriate.
Come one, come all and gather with us; for some flowery delights, herbal and tasty cups of tea.
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In the wet garden this morning, I saw a teeny tiny woman made of leaves and herbs, with the orange bloom of a woodland poppy for a hat. When she realized I'd seen her, she hopped behind the slim stem of a trillium. When I bent down to get a better look at what the devil that really was, there was nothing there.
-May 11, 2011
lavender fields
of violet hues
wave in a breeze
a harvest for
making potpourri
The Faeries Are Still Outside
Trying to cheer a garden up from the clay,
But the crabgrass won’t part
And the trees are snickering
At the art-
Less way the faeries
Sway while chanting,
Casting their spells—
Such an untalented group!
Out of tune, with
Too often the lyric,
“wha’ ta’ we all do?”
Stuck in a measureless breath
And beyond any rhyming lure to
The sprouts for any wanting to grow!
Wise, the trees lean, whining,
Slow whispers that, “
The faeries should go!
Back to their wizards
For more lessons in garden growth. “
The aged trees are exasperated; after all,
There’s little more to it
Than spreading the
Spell of encouragement, because
The sun and earth are already there prepared
For the growing…
So the trees advise,
“Raise ye’ stems around us trees.
We’ll keep the winds
From blowin’ ye’ over!
And keep the sun from
Parching your leaves.
We’ll sing lullabies to the herbs,
“Hush a-bye lurra lu,
Rest now your intake of green.
Be doodle-ye-do get ye’ ready
For droplets of dew
Diddle-eye-done
Dew comes after your dreams
Along with the rise up of the sun.”
Then the trees applauded
Among themselves, promising
That as soon as
The garden grew a bit,
The trees would tell all those little plants
Just how Spirit
Lives inside their stems, their flowers and leaves,
Where the spells of the faeries cannot reside…but,
“Deed le-dee see la so sigh.” Fine,
Let the spells be sung.
“‘Tis a task the faeries prize,” and who knows if it won’t
Help the clay to crack,
“Fiddle diddle perhaps a fact!”
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(C) sally young Eslinger 9/30/21
Thanks be to God
Here at our Cafe'
We serve the best brains in the City
We only pick the freshest
The pink, the plump and pretty
We like our brains real lean
It's the healthy way to eat
So we trim off all the fat
And we cut-out all the meat
But Our recipe's a secret
You mustn't tell a soul
We use a lot of fruit
And of course veg-e-ta-bles
Then we, Chop, slice and puree
Filet, fry and boil
Dip, roll, then saute
Season, salt and oil
Cut, mince and marinate
Stuff, simmer, stew and baste
Freeze, and refrigerate
Then add more salt to taste
Bake, broil, and then roast
Steam, stir with ladle
Sear, brown, braze and toast
Then serve it to your table
I'm baked
I'm baked
One toke is all it taked.
Herbs are so very savory
Each has its own great flavor.
Racing to my garden eagerly,
Beyond the veggies I do favor,
A whole lot of aromatic things,
Like thyme, rosemary, even sage.
Some folks prefer their food quite
Plain without taste or any fun;
Really though, that’s no delight
Instead away, I want to run.
No bland meals for my palate;
Kindly add some herbal sprinkles.
Let me enjoy some savory respite;
Exciting flavors make my tongue tingle.
Such delectable basil and parsley vittles.
Can we cease from shouting at each other?
Can we relearn the ability to respect?
Can we not have a discussion with dignity?
Can we sit at the table of brotherhood and talk?
Can we not listen and evaluate the opinions of others?
In the public arena, especially politics and religion,
our present seeds of speech will only grow bitter herbs.
It is vital that we do better. Our children are watching.
In my country, I hear the dreadful and tremoring sounds,
filled with undisciplined emotions and built-up anger.
I feel tension I've not known before, wanting to quake.
I pray that we all will call a 'time-out' and take a break.
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Noah strove for enviro-protection.
Plants and beasts he saved section by section.
And now thanks to our brain
all that soon will remain
is a zoo and an herbal collection.
"In all things of nature there is somethings of the marvelous." Aristotle
Marvelous Herbs
Herbs -
Nature’s
Marvelous
Gift of flavor -
Brightens the blandness
Of the ordinary -
Savory gracing tasteless -
Zest to nondescript dreariness -
Herbal wonders – healing remedies –
Seasoning’s magic to flavorless salt.
5-21-20
"Every leaf of the tree becomes a page of the book, once the heart is opened and it has learnt to read." ~ Hazrat Saadi.
i love it not only as a lover of reading and nature i love herbs.
My cathartic heart
threw away the finished leaves of bitter autumn's burning
I brewed myself a loving cup, made sweeter by my learning
tansy, bay with chamomile, bright meadow flowers to sip
tastes better far than poison to be found upon your lip
The waters roll
on the beach's weather-beaten edge.
Seven times salt - like tears.
The multi-colored sun burns white
- this sunlight is a mood event.
Perhaps I’m overexposed, overstimulated,
and a little theatrically fragile.
In this heat, the aromatic herbs - wild thyme, rosemary
and oregano that clutter the dunes, rocky slopes,
and coastal paths, add a pleasant, simmering spaghetti
smell when the wind swirls off the land-side
poetry break!
trust not your feelings
though your grief is no less shallow,
this heat will dry your tears,
burn them off quietly before they can be seen
- liquid sentiment baked into passing for poise
What is sadness without the aesthetic payoff of tears?
reality break!
A little hopping tern inspects our cabana,
a tiny, opinionated heckler with feathers.
“You better go find some shade,” I told it.
but it didn’t listen - did it even care?
It hopped closer, a brave, social offender
testing my very human grace.
My mood evaporates in direct sunlight
so I’m exiled to cringing in the shadows,
reduced to the social observation of birds.
.
.
A song for this:
Summer of Love by The B-52's
.
tern = a rat-like seabird that steals chips & fruit off plates.
The world is a calabash of herbs
Some are bitter and often abhorred
Few are sweet and always desirable
For either case there is no foretaste
To the public the man shows herbs
For Advert hundreds of proverbs
"Your worries and mine wisdom curbs!"
Lots of Adjectives and Adverbs;
On roads blares, neither dumb on kerbs
Voice screaming hoarse near touring Serbs...
But the Old Seller of New Herbs
Settles for nothing short of blurbs,
The problems of voice pitched high curbs
And down brings number of proverbs...
"Buyers I see less for sung herbs"