Best Parsley Poems

In this, the fairest city of romance, and inside the marvelous museum

to which I have made my first pilgrimage as a lover of art,

I stand in contemplation, mesmerized by my first look at an original Renoir.

I catch sight of a vision even more spectacular across...

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Nowadays, it seems that most dinners are served with a sprig of parsley.
Mister Cordon Bleu, I'd prefer that it be used rather sparsely!
I suppose it makes a fanciful garnish, but that is open to debate.
The stuff serves no useful purpose and just clutters up my...

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heavy-footed
he tramps his
wisdom on her
renaissance carpet
			she gives him
			thick coffee and
			sits him in a chair
			far too small
he stares about
the room & talks
about nothing in
particular, but
			thinking all the 
			time about time
she smiles and
does not understand
			he clutters out
			confused by her
			incomprehension
			stumbling over his
tears.
	
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 EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES


Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures  
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight 
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across 
abiding angelic appled air spun 
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as...

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52624 Gratitude
The mall, this desk, this
Pen, my hands work, my handiwork
Priests, vampires, blue paint
Salt, garlic, 
parsley, sage,
rosemary
&
time. 
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