Best Sachets Poems

I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.

Studying the said effects on the biosphere, absorbed so many daily hours,
Like industrious days of fragrant, amber honey, after tumbling into flowers.

My labors impacted energy...

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I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this poem is with its taste of licorice!

And here’s one that...

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We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls, few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting small...

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Sometimes I feel I know nothing about life

But I do know something about Kenya

I come from the gustily, hilly terrains of rural Ingavira

Where huts form bungalow sorts of flawless beauty

An ambiance of warm soothing atmosphere

And all my life

My home has been here, yes here. Kenya.

I’ve...

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When fragrances of candles and sachets
	come wafting to me as I shop, I close
	my eyes a moment, think of childhood days,
	and smile. I loved the sachets Mama chose
	to place in drawers—lavender and rose.

	Preparing grandkids’ breakfast takes me back
	to lovely scents of childhood. I recall
	those sausages...

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Consciousness Correction – 11-20-23
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Consciousness Correction

Envy sneaks in unseen
A thief robbing light from my house of gratitude,
Sowing simmering anger, extinguishing thankfulness,
In blind yellowed views
Gratitude held captive,
Strangled,
Pennies of “I wish” tossed into stone cisterns
Where winter thrashes cyclconic -
Vortex of a gleeful witness to spring’s demise -
Dead-ends swell...

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Lavender lilacs
Purple plumes of potpourri
Sachets of a breeze...

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Embrace The Lines

Vitality marks gently stretch your soft skin beyond the wildest dreams of
beauty unbound where children had once or thrice embraced your womb
the soothing waters cushioning and cradling three miracles three water 
marks engraved in cinnamon bark showing in pride the seeds of nature
the...

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At the end of my tunnel I use to see the light.
It was built not with rock but with thick vines green and bright.

I could see my path it was there I always walked,
sometimes I would sit and think, listen as plants talked.

Sweet peas, marigolds...

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Flowers were snoring with sweet dreams,
When the Sun's fingers woke them up;
A symphony of birds-chorus,
Like a concert, seemed to thrill up...

Amidst summer's severe staring,
Rain opened his tap so softly;
A Ray-gleam joyously wetting…
The breeze seemed to wipe her gently...

Storm's wretched hand at such juncture,
Snatched the small...

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runners' route -
squashed sachets
unwind in stretches...

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Quote: "From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent of my Beloved.
How can I help but follow that fragrance?"  By Rumi

She, an inhale of perfume on a summer day vacant as the scent of rain 
when she passes by, every flower mutes and...

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On a sunny afternoon in my country...
With the hope of receiving alert for the new minimum wage in my dreams
I decided to sleep knowing it was a sunny afternoon 
Everything was hot and could not have been made cool no matter how many consumed ice...

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Sprinkling scented  sachets of cheer
Perking grim faces afar and near
Ringing out gloom and despair
It is  again that time of year
Nimble footed, treads with care
Glides in dispelling mists of fear

Ink out each dreary day
Sunny climes are on the way!

Curtains of chill are drawn apart
Oodles...

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Private Residence

Sign at the gate – no solicitors –
Beyond the rosewood door sanctuary in seclusion
Untouched by hands racing round
A face framed by chimes and alarms –
Measures of mincing minutes
Exiled with suitcases packed
To astral planes of heights unknown;
Bits of seconds escape measurement restraints.

Red escaping from purple
Leaving...

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