Best Mustards Poems

The sunrays showered the treetops
pooling little puddles of light
on the predominance of shade
that claimed the beaten path below;
seemingly ebbing and flowing
caused by the rustle of the trees.
Tiny cabbage white butterflies
in their spiral flights dip and rise
ostentatiously frolicking
amidst the warm illuminates
occasionally alighting
the myriad garlic mustards
that dominate...

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I'M PREGNANT WITH DESTINY.THIS WASN'T A NORMAL PREGNANCY.
IT STARTED LIKE A MUSTARD SEED; IT GREW INSIDE ME LIKE A
BABY...THE FEELING I FELT WASN'T IN WEBSTERS DICTIONARY...
WORDS THAT MORTAL MAN CAN NOT DESCRIBE IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
ONLY IN HEAVENLY TONGUES..

MUSTARDS SEEDS REQUIRE A SPECIAL KIND OF...

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Walking on this green grassy path
In the far spread fields of flowery mustards
Provides a priceless relief to my oh! Tired soul;
Better than the meditating monks feel 
In solitude, in the stupas on the Himalayan hilltops;
Where light winds blow continual, 
And duck-birds dive in and dance.
And...

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Just yesterday, 
        there was only a subtle hint
	of autumn color.
Today, the single tree fades
	into yellows, oranges and reds
	no longer a solitary hued figure.
A cluster of distant trees 
        flow south...

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Langbe jinna
When liquid crystals fall in spontaneous spatter
And earth release scintillating scent 
To the face of a haughty sky

Langbe jinnaq
When watery diadems drop  ceaselessly
And bonny limbs sprout in smart salute
jostlling for the affection of a resplendent sun

Langbe jinna
when heavenly dew cascade in musical torrent...

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Full of doubt. About survival of the species and my own.
A plague of tent caterpillars, worse than an infestation,
an insurgency that has left the sky naked, bones revealed,
trees knee deep in webbing.

Another way to look at it: The caterpillars have opened up
the understory. It's not...

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See there, the flowering fields,
To the afar—with flies the mustards dance
Under the sunny spring’s sweet sky.

See there the snowy crags and gorge,
There the foresty slopes;
 There the stony mount’s half-lit and half-hid in clouds’ shade.

See there to the cloudy high-horizons
Deep vales occur after wild woods
Where...

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Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
   thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
   Rounded, angled, and yielding.

Circled valley, meadows, fields,
   shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
   rust and mustards flying.

Upward outward, textured daybreak,
   quiet...

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quintessence of fall
her mustards and tangerines
multicolored leaves

her trees turning black
pumpkins smile at harvest moon
crow glides in on wind

october sunset
her broken yellow corn stalks
thanksgiving coming...

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Blow
Blow now, blow
Wind of recourse 
Blow 
Sweep the thistles off
Their rooted feet
Clear the sharp thorns 
Off the fertile farm.

Blow 
Blow quickly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Let the millet grow in peace
Without the troubling weed
Let the spinach bloom and spread
Without the piercing nails of the thorns

Blow
Blow hurriedly, blow
Wind...

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Ten ton mustards often evaporate causing much interesting sensations that even a cactus fraction could be expelled. Oh repugnant thoughts of stale galactic breads. Why ponder in a wind tunnel? 8 interlocking beetle chambers. Much followed a goblet. Whilst the hat of harmony is worn...

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Onions in my meatloaf, in chili, and in sloppy Joe's they make us smile
In scalloped corn, and of course mashed potato gravy once in a while
Onions are chopped, ready to be slopped into everything here
For my husband and I adore them, hold their taste the...

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Again, I come back to those thoughts
the one appearing as
those beautiful pots;
Among which you’re
just smiling as a “flower”;
Your innocence, your nature
Your beauty, your words..
like “yellow mustards”
that spread all around 
leading me and my thoughts
to go beyond the bound;
I don’t know who I am
But, I know...

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There is plenty of sunshine beaming down,
And plenty of water too; enough to astound
There has been an abundance of rain,
Moisturizing major crops of grain

And our vegetable garden out back
Appear to be thriving and has no lack
Leafy and lively vegetable are now in bloom
Cucumbers and tomatoes...

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