Best Pepper Poems
Salt and Pepper
The ocean waves sing their own special song
As Sol arises and birds sing along
Where a sandy beach with seagulls on high
Call to each other in a scarlet sky.
I dream of you in long walks by the sea,
I recall sandcastle's you built for me.
Sweet memories are instilled in my mind
Our history together with ties that bind
Keeps us ever faithful in love's soft hues.
These memories pull me out of the blues.
When tensions are high and pain intercedes
With angry words released to fill our needs,
Yet, a good night's rest and our world seems bright.
Love is that way, and at times we'll fight.
We know our devotion bonds us like glue,
Indissoluble souls, meant to keep true.
Our love lives on in songs of the sea
Where once long ago you proposed to me.
June 1, 2018
For These Are The Days Contest ~ N/A
Sponsor Daniel Turner
Best rhyming poem April-July15,2018
Sponsor John Hamilton ~3rd Placement~
Salt
Cellar by cellar on the cupboard shelf
I fell for you and crave you for myself
You look handsome in your sparkling glass pot
I imagine you'd be tasty and hot.
It'd be lovely to sprinkle together,
There for each other through stormy weather
I'm extremely salty, guess you'd agree
That if we marry, companions we'd be.
Pepper
You're a fine looking lass, I love you lots
Made for each other in matching glass pots
So fine and lovely, in your gown of white,
Would you marry me and become my wife.
Seasoning forever, to have and hold,
My darling will you wear my ring of gold
We'll grow older together tenderly
A match made in Eden are you and me.
Salt and Pepper
And so the wedding for them went ahead
A glorious day it has to be said
Pepper was proud of the bride at his side
Salt wore a smile and a gleam in her eyes.
Salt never stopped sneezing throughout their lives
Yet never complained, she sensed it unwise
Her salty kisses made Pepper’s lips sore
He never confessed, just kissed evermore.
Oh hot pepper how you call to me, I stare at you with anxiety, I love you so but you torture me, but yet I eat you despite of me. Your heat glows red like a devil inside of me, poking and prodding, tempting me, challenging, promises of fire inside of me. Your skin so beautiful, so perfectly red, I cook you, I blend you, in chocolate or stews, let it be said OMG I so love you. Then the heat sets in and all I can say, is god dear lord when will the pain go away. I break into a sweat, my cheeks go flush, holy ring of fire I must stop. Like a moth drawn to light I cannot resist like a dog to a smell, like a zombie in the midst, I take a bite, the taste so sweet, eyes tear up, smile big and wide, ring of fire, 911 imminent inside. oh hot pepper how I love thee, glorious torture, you are one with me…Poetry by Dean
This is my Sgt Pepper Song
The 1 that never got on
Because this was not a Pop Song
More a delve into the truth a mirror of reality
Take a Drive with Me
And in less than an hour
This is what you will see
Amarulla Fruit covered in Beatles and buzzing Flies
Being sold in battered Old 1.5L Plastic Coke Bottles
By native women with babies strapped to there back
Anything for a Shilling or a Dime
Under African Sky
Burnt Red Sand under Bare Foot
Where the children while the days away
Yet
Some see poverty
Some cry slaves
Because they cannot comprehend
They measure not happiness
In terms of acquiring things
But take refuge rather in the simple things
A long walk to frreedom drinking water
And a Plot called Home
with a Corrugated Shack upon it
And nothing but Love
To reside within it
But ask a question
Speak no lies
Ask me if I wished to swap
My pampered life with 1 of them
Honestly I would have to reply
Sadly
No
Because selfish is
As selfish be
The Rich live Poor
And the Poor Die Happy
Bound by a communal sense of Electricity
That cuts through condescending patronizing sympathy
And unwarranted Charity
That in Reality
Only makes the Giver feel Better
And the Receiver a Debtor
hot and passionate
waves burning with deep desire
chilli pepper kiss
Written upon the contemplation of---a bell pepper prior to
chopping it up for stew
Flat white seeds cluster
Like ants on a candy cane
hiding the secret
of millions of unborn
pepper plants.
Slowly we blossom,
explode around our center,
dangling like Christmas balls
green against green.
The story of our lives lies
within us,
tucked in a safe with no key,
Nature's treasure chest.
Hot and smooth, sweet dark delight
Starless chocolate night
Set my tastebuds all afire,
Feed their lone desire:
Dullness laid to waste,
Perfected
Taste!
Their love simmered upon a gentle range
Fanned until it burst into fiery flame
Fueled with lively passion it sparked exchange
Year upon year it couldn't be quenched or tamed
Renewed each spring like the gardenia's bloom
Sending forth blossoms, sweet scented, pure white
A love so rich the roses blushed, assumed
within their hearts, love was all lily-white
The last blossom of their gardenia fell
'pon an unplowed garden; it swiftly died
Can flames be ignited from a dry cell
once again; as 'twas in youth's blushing bride
Love hotter than habanero pepper
dried; lively scent of gardenia and myrrh
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Contest: English Sonnet
I don't do meter very well..
My husband planted some of these in our garden last year..The hottest pepper I have ever seen..I pulled one while it was green and looked at it and thought there must be something wrong with the soil here for this to look all wrinkled up and I tasted just the very tip and it wasn't too bad but I could tell that the next bite would be a killer..I told my husband that they were not hot..He pulled a red one..Well~~you know the rest of the story..
September 17, 2016, Saturday, Contest Entry Date..
Poem written earlier..August 08, 2016
DR.PEPPER saw a RED BULL in the zoo
SPRITE on COKE he bid adieu
Where did he go
Doe's anyone know
Maybe the people on the MOUNTAIN DEW
There's this break room—
Where I work, of course—
That holds three microwaves,
one refrigerator, a stove,
and two vending machines.
All cannot be younger than
Five years at the earliest.
This break room is tiled
But rather dirty despite
Monthly scrubbing and mopping.
I and my coworkers—
Most Guatemalans and
Salvadorans, but there is a
Single Mexican—eat here,
Our bags of chips, fruits,
microwavable nonperishables—;
A couple of ladies
Cook tortillas upon the stovetop.
The chairs are either plastic
Or metal, but, bizarrely,
There's a comfy-looking
Cushioned seat and even
A varnished, wooden swivel.
The makeup is makeshift,
This break room. And,
Along one of the sills of
The big windows at the far
End, are empty glass salt
And pepper shakers. The
Salt shaker's glass design
Features vertical lines,
The ridges comfortable in
Your hand. The pepper shaker
Carries horizontal lines.
They've been there since I
First began work, never
Holding any spices themselves.
I'm sorry I'm not sorry,
nor drowning with regret;
you're not my worry, you see this surely!
I'm more likely to forget
the significance of your insignificance,
like a shark would mind a flea;
or a raindrop to a mountain top
that fell haphazardly.
*Favorite Poem Contest Entry
Stop watching me with those derisory eyes
sweet like bear claw
spicy like a bell pepper
give me back my barette
I'm not letting my hair down'
from cooties to copacetic my biggest disease
jus like when u was freshman
lost your retainer cried all day
give me back my fanny pack
you kept it all those years
crazy grifter lost on the freeway
looking for route 66 in a gay way
why you back jerk off?
scads of luv but to late
here's a sawbuck go call someone who cares!
Old wooden pepper grinder’s
thinking of the past.
Dreaming ‘bout its days of glory,
now collecting dust.
It’s got stories, it’s got wisdom
but no one’s there to listen.
It’s feeling rusty, useless and lonely
somewhere in the kitchen.
Wanting to retell old anecdotes,
just to be taken into warm hands.
Instead Alzheimer’ s at the door,
saying he wants to be friends.
Old wooden pepper grinder’s
thinking of the past.
Praying to be used again
before the journey’s end.
Beware, the pepper seed!
Beware of the pepper seed
hidden in your meal
waiting for you, indeed
To bite it without knowing
then you'll shout and start blowing
It's a pepper, a pepper seed
now, your face red hot!
who put pepper in the pot?
Gubble a cup of soda
your mouth's still hot!
who put pepper in the pot?
Grab a spoon of sugar
ooh, that's better.....
Search through your food
for the culprit
now, you can't find it
Where is it?
Hidden in your meal
so beware, for it's real!
!Papa Pepper!
one day a farmer woke
planted peppers in the ground
peppers that the throat could choke
hotter ones could not be found
!PAPA PEPPER!
every day the farmer weeded,
waited wisely, watched, and watered
there was nothing that they needed
every tongue was by them slaughtered
!PAPA PEPPER!
every day they grew and grew
and got so healthy and so big
that the farmer simply knew
they’d be enough to kill a pig
!PAPA PEPPER!
then one day the farmer eyed them
said, ”they’re ripe enough to pick”
but of course he hadn’t tried them
for they’d surely make him sick
!PAPA PEPPER!
so he picked ‘em off the plant
and dumped ‘em in his wagon back
and he said, “I surely can’t
come home until I’ve sold the snack”
!PAPA PEPPER!
so he set off on the trail
with his peppers that were hot
and he planned to make a sale
get some moola on the spot
!PAPA PEPPER!
when he finally reached the town though
it was dark and all was still
so he slumbered by a willow
at the tip-top of a hill
!PAPA PEPPER!
when he woke up in the morning
he saw far-away a man
so he got up quickly walking
with his evil selling plan
!PAPA PEPPER!
the farmer met him saying,”Hey
ya wanna buy some peppers now?”
answered he, “woohoo oh yay,
I’ll surely buy if you’ll allow”
!PAPA PEPPER!
so he sold him three big peppers
hot enough to burn a cow
and said, “good luck with your peppers
hot enough to learn a sow”
!PAPA PEPPER!
then the fool ate all three peppers
there was no river nearby
loudly he cried, “PAPA PEPPER!
save me quick before I die!”
!PAPA PEPPER!
though he lived to tell the tale
he had learned his lesson well
never again would he fail
to avoid the spicy spell
!PAPA PEPPER!