Best Salt Poems
The salt of the seas
sacred in nature...
the salt spice of life
that sweetens our existence...
Albumin, salt of tears
that we cry with blissfulness or sadness...
the salt of the earth
that is offered to the world
to sprout everything, and can not
be tasteless
(thus proclaims gospel)
cheers to salt
of redemption...!
Did the gods meet at the salt sea and have a severe tragedy?
Where tears flowed from giant eyes and shook the earth in pain.
The puddle of tears is the remains of such a great loss of majesty
Saltly crystals must have dried from god's cheeks like rain
Creation of the world could be simply described poetically
Forget all the scientific reason, let poetic logic gain
**For the Tears contest
When brainwaves strive against my need for sleep,
I exercise to help my mind calm down.
When pressures get so bad I want to weep,
I do yard work or jog a while through town.
A dear pet or a loved one's home going -
out come the tissues, dabbing at moist eyes.
When sharp pains jolt with an electric zing,
the crying helps the sting depressurize.
When I feel insignificant or small,
the ocean waves provide a balm for me.
When life's injustice casts a darkened pall,
I pray to God as sun sets on the sea.
Salt water is the cure for anything:
my sweat, my tears, the sea - to these I cling.
"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea"
~ Isak Dinesen
written 14 Sep 2020
Everyone will be salted with fire. “Salt is good, but if it loses its saltiness, how can you make it salty again? Have salt among yourselves, and be at peace with each other.”
Mark 9:49?-?50 NIV
Salt once traded ounce for ounce for gold
To preserve food to not harvest mold
All humans and livestock need salt to survive
As the Queen bee is needed in a hive
Sending out pheromones to give guidance
As we shall hear when we dwell in silence
Let us become the salt of the earth
Absorbing the living water unto a new birth
That we might preserve His word
Coming together into One herd
As the spirit guides each of us in unity
To become a divine community
Each grain looks so tiny
But when coming together is mighty
How can we make salt useful again
By absorbing the the One who brings the rain
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it
be salted? It is henceforth cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Matthew
5:13 KJV
In ancient history, salt was sought and bartered. In some places it was carried by
camels across scorching deserts such as in West Africa where eager merchants
traded it to waiting customers. Salt was used for money in some places, thus giving
us the word salary.
Today salt is used for many purposes, stocked in grocery stores, and is available on
virtually every table.
We use it medicinally, and blocks of salt satisfy cattle’s craving. Salt in water raises
the boiling point, yet salt melts ice. Put salt on meat and it preserves it. Leave salt
off the table and your appetite leaves with it. But too much salt is harmful. It makes
your feet and legs swell and too much is hard on the heart.
Examine one grain of salt under a microscope and note its cube shape. Its sides
are made of two elements, sodium and chlorine. These combine to form sodium
chloride – salt.
Imagine soldiers in a tug of war. An ion of chlorine glares from one corner at a
sodium ion guarding the opposite side. As crystallization occurs the chlorine wins in
the stare-down. Sodium surrenders its single valence electron to chlorine and
together they become sodium chloride. Consider it in verse:
Salty Sentinels
Sodium ions stable,
assembled on the table,
salivating palates crave.
Chlorine ions tiny,
mustering soldiers briny,
guarding corners brave.
Sodium chlorine making,
crystal shakers shaking
cubes so salty white.
Ever fighting blandness;
vectors adding grandness,
enhance the appetite!
There is no wonder Jesus used salt as an example to the disciples in his Sermon on
the Mount. He exhorts Christians to have salt in themselves and have peace with
one another. See Mark 9:50
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~
You hound me for no reason
With much envy you’re consumed
You see my disappointment
Yet rub salt into my wound.
You pick on my emotions
Make me out to be a jerk,
You hover with a swagger
Comments passing with a smirk.
I hold to my composure
For I know I’m not at fault
Your jibes I will now take them
With a little pinch of salt.
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Salt Poetry Contest
Hosted by Anthony Biaanco
Awarded an HM
9th March 2021
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.
Salt is the seasoning, the spice of life
The reason for giving out
Flavors to heal hurt
Herbs to relieve grief
Suggestions that fill minds
With hope, faith and love
Salt is the zest of giving
The tang that touches
Upon the heart’s feelings
The additive that suggests
We all need God’s healing
With the adoring light of living
Salt is the flavoring, the hint of
Hope that rises inside one
Who knows that love is there
Alive on the inside of the soul
Where the Holy Spirit lives
And guides us toward much more
Salt is the sense of truth
That beckons to our minds
Heavenly suggestions of joy
Inspiring the spirit to delight
In the wisdom of sending out
Laughter, smiles and gentleness
Salt is the aroma of tears and sunshine
The grasp of feeling inside one
Who knows that faith is alive
Providing a sense of assurance
Insight into the scriptural blessings
That thrive with pure inspiration
Salt is the touch of color pouring down
From the edge of the rainbow
From beginning to end, shades
Of pastel gentleness relieving souls
Of the sorrow, worry and fear
Sending love through that stunning arc
Salt is the essence of God’s breath
Sighing with the whisper of a caress
Gentle appreciation sent down to us
Who know that He lives and sends us
Quiet joy, hope, faith, serenity and more
To fill us up with unconditional love
Matthew 5:13 King James Version
13 Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.
Salt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
February 25, 2021
Gandhi
Marched to Dandi
To fight against taxes on salt,
Non-violence was his axe in this assault.
24-Jan-2019
Educate Me with Humor - Leader Clerihew Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
early sunrise
sugarcoats the morning mood
masking last night's news
in a charade of cheer
melting frozen, salty tears
sun's antidote
sweetens my attitude
I must embrace
new beginnings, and rub salt
into wounds of yesterday
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10/14/13
For Andrea Detrich's Contest: "Sweet or Salty"
There are times when I sit on my porch
Dreaming of the days when I was young
How I miss the sound of the ocean
And the taste of salt upon my tongue
In the arms of a dark eyed woman
A few miles off the Spanish Coast
Making love in a French Chateau
Then disappearing like a ghost
Gazing at the Southern Cross
I spent some Caribbean nights
Just over the Arctic Circle
I saw the Northern Lights
Spent some time in the city of Cobh
A dream come true no doubt
I'll raise a toast to beautiful Ireland
With a bottle of Guiness Stout
At the Hotel Ayr in Scotland
My orders came and I had to move on
But I didn't take everything with me
You see, a piece of my heart was gone
I flew into Oslo on a mission
I took another flight to Vaernes the same day
Then gazed into the eyes of a Norwegian woman
Who took my breath away
I think of all the years
I spent sailing the seven seas
The taste of salt in my tears
Revives the memories.
You are as the lightning to the rod of my soul
You move through me in rumbling thunder and torrential rain
You are the cellular sea of my spirit and I can deny you nothing
Enter at will into my being but bring only kindness and light
Tread gently on the sole of me
..... for I am but leather and salt
Like the wild wet wilderness drips with dew and surging waters rip the shores of bucolic meadows so you moved me
Water rushing down the mountain gathering up minerals as it goes so my strength grows and my will surges
And I am a flood of fell and fire and hope
He is coming coming ever coming to me
in his white way and ever wear and tear
his hair is on my hands
and his heart pounds beneath my palm
he in my palm a sailor bold and wild and strong and he will know me and I will know him
Frost of nothing in the silent forest rests and sleeps
the joy of us in the same spaces
I under leaves and damp with snows blanket
under these lies
the thrill of us
in a cottage cabin by the lake
beneath your hand so possessive do I rise up to the morning light
and curl deep into your loving arms
The wind never even touches our boughs
our leaves
so bonded in warmth are we
And who is it this time?
who bares the shield of pain and loss and fear ?
it is you
not I!
Facing the mirror of truth
that email address sent waves through you
so intense the seismic machines in India just went off
no need to deny what I already know in my cells
you love with an intensity that puts my own feeling to shame
and you now know it
what you do with this
is to be seen
seen and seen again and again see me
…see me C me c me soon
or not...it will remain ...the same and immovable...a feast to last ten thousand lifetimes
It's been a little and some more
Since i seen the sea
As the tide was out upon
my previous visitation
So i left without the smell of
salty air stimulating my sensibilities
Until i had to convince myself i
was actually there in the first place
So stupid me i filled a glass with
half water then half salt beside
my bedroom table
And smeared my face with coconut
butter sun cream
In the hope i would remember
what the sea looked and smelt
like
To tide myself over till the
next time
Blackpool isn't clouded over
by the north western light's
of Southport
And i can remember what life
actually feels and tastes like
Before the ghosting mist and
fog obscured the view
Oh windmill stationary blowing
forlorn out to Irish sea
Shipping Forecasts
3 Legs of Man
I wonder if Jan is looking back
in nostalgic contemplation as
am i
When in Utah, fat Patty took note
on the surface of Salt Lake, folks float.
So she took a great jump,
but she sank like a lump,
and her splash could have capsized a boat!
July 18, 2019