Best Syrup Poems
" Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Delectably Sweet
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Plants & Nature Treats
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Offers Earth's Tastebud Feasts
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Add Both To My Oatmeal, Pancakes or Waffles, Please
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both, Big Bears & Little Birdies Greet
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Snacks - You Don't Have To Pack To Go Meet
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both, Kiss Our Childhood Memories Cheeks
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both - Put In Pies, Cakes & Cookies We Eat
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Part of The Best Desserts' Recipies
Tho' One's From A Bush & One's From Trees
Tho' One, Pools Upon Breads & One, Dives Into Creams
Tho' One Is Thick Sap & One's Plump & Juicy
Both Flavors, We Savor As Distinct & Sugary
Tho' One, When Bitten - Squirts Out Instantly
The Other, When Tapped, At First Barely Leaks
And Tho' One Is Poured & One Preserved or Jellied
Both Are Placed As Sweet-Pleasures In Our Pantries
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Confection Delicacies
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are From GOD's Bowl of Delicious Energies
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Holy Father, Thank YOU, For Baking Both Candies
Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ...
Will Your Leaves Be Curing Nations In Garden Entrees'?
(Rev. 22: 2)
O' Yeah! ... Taste and See How GOD Is Good, So Graciously
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/18/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Are we that addicted, compliance with corporate shuffle
Moves consensus across the board
Graveyard pageant on radio muffle
A persistent petulant stuffing with chips to dine
Casino house burning like Babylon
As the Towers detonate again and again
The past frozen inside the future
It just turned over like flesh across the bed
From nightmares of padded walls and prison escape
Turn the dial, switch the nob
The station generates our relative earthquake
Cinders from numb evolution
Sugar Maple was a beautiful tree
Just as pretty as a tree can be
With a solid and straight trunk so strong
And reaching ever up with graceful arms
Sugar Maple was enjoying some little fame
From folks near and far, from everywhere they came
To admire Sugars autumn gown of red
She shook her limbs and flipped her ginger head
Then as autumn gave way to bitter cold
Bare limbs appeared, making Sugar feel old
“That's just the way of nature”, said Old Dog Wood.
“Most trees lose their leaves, as they should”.
But Sugar Maple was determined to shine!
When she noticed the evergreen, she asked Pine,
How to keep her beautiful colored dress,
As he kept his eternal greenness.
Crude Pine couldn't help himself, he just laughed…
“Don't you know some prefer a lady who is bare-arsed?!”
Indignant and angry, Sugar Maple harrumphed…
“ Just you wait for Christmas, you soon to be old stump!”
Sweet tears began to flow from the Sugar tree then,
Just as the man passed, one of Sugar Maple's friends.
He came to a halt to admire her like most days…
Her foliage nearly gone, but he smiled anyway.
That evening, the man and his whole family too,
Came to see Sugar Maple and try something new.
They told her while performing some strange actions,
That they were trying something called, Sugar tappin’!
“You are a Sugar maple our beautiful dear,
You're so special you cry Sugar tears!
Once you fill this bucket from the tap, to the top,
We will replace it until your sweet tears stop.”
Then the man continued,” your sugary sap will provide,
Such delicious treats when we're winter deprived.
Candies, syrup, and desserts by the pound,
Which can only happen once all your leaves fall down!”
Well that was wonderful...for she knew she could fill their coffers
And she had much more than just beauty to offer!
SAPPINESS LIKE SYRUP
fire and ice do battle in our nation
politicking in a clash of thought
droughts of desperation
keep our havens burning
shoulder blizzards frozen white,
why can’t our weather get along?
where’s the rain to make us strong?
and warm quilts sewn with wrinkled hands?
if we strive to cross the arctic freeze:
will God stomp out impassioned southern fires,
melt northern snow, applaud a creation
of hands circling our united globe?
of this i dream! snowballs flung
with lighthearted smiles, fires baking
apple pies, sappiness like syrup.
Kim Rodrigues ©2016
I have caught a bad cold and you are my cough syrup
So my heart becomes stubborn it never gives you up.
“If you don’t understand the purpose of a thing, then abuse is inevitable”
Many learners are going down the wrong road
There is a new song they are singing
All they need is a bottle of cough syrup mixed with soda
A dangerous cocktail is part of their arsenal
Learners during the week are telling tales of the crypt
They erupt with energy but are fatigued in the classroom!
The mixture of cough syrup and soda is alive and well
Taking soda (Jive) and cough syrup will make you unwell!
Learners think they have arrived to face their problems and
As a result, learners abuse over-the-counter cough syrup!
Learners enjoy the codeine
But in the end, they can never win
The sugar in the soda affects their brain and
So they train their body to be addicted to reaching a ‘high’
Because too many want to fly away from their problems
And enter a state of euphoria!
Many learners are going down the wrong road
There is a new song they are singing
All they need is a bottle of cough syrup mixed with soda
A dangerous cocktail is part of their arsenal
Learners during the week are telling tales of the crypt
They erupt with energy but are fatigued in the classroom!
Their brain shrinks and
One link to this dilemma is the mixture of Soda and Cough Syrup!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Dark as departure
and sweet
as reunion, it’s a
romantic
syrup resembling
an expat’s
life. A sublime
state of
sweetness like a
wife’s wait.
It’s forbidden to
a diabetic
patient, but who
commits an
ecstatic sin, violating.
Rapture of
now is in a negative
impulse.
The expat squeezes
dry desert
for sweet syrup.
One sip
tempts into another.
First appeared in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).
Frontier vulture in the coded missions
Autumnal dew is misplaced
Red syrup on the corpse
© Mahtab Bangalee
15 October, 2023
Chattogram
the beatles
were right when
they wrote day
tripper instead
of night
~
flight of the bummble
bee could have been a
hummingbird but
heard played on
a tuba was an
elephant that
couldn't
waltz
~
the warning label
clearly states that:
if combined
with alcohol
may induce
sleepiness
~
my doctor's warning
has always been my:
medication
if combined
with alcohol
may induce
sleepiness
i'm just
trying to
redefine:
mixed
drinks
~
so the poem
~
in the tentacles of floppy
chathuluesque suggested
relish not chutney but
relishing something
that might be more
than reefer madness
or the badass
happiness of
a once in a life
time opium ride
things don't seem
to slide or collide
they really are what
your guitar strummed
them into becoming
never flat as a tire
or a Dali watch i
can't hang
around too
much unless
i truly want to
confess and
make myself
dead
dangling
hang man's
noose told
the truth so
the truth be
told since i'm
just hanging
around i at
first thought
but now my
brain is just
stuck on an
oxygen loss
but this is
unusual
since
most
at this
moment
have ginger
bread neck snaps
and have pooped and
peed their own pants
butt i'm receiving
like an antenna
ant tv telling me
i need to keep
my teeth clean
not forgetting
to floss so
what's up
with that
pubic
hair
after
eating
a slice of
her hair oh
my her pie in
another poem
where sweetness
just dropped in the
other or what wait for
the other snowflake i let
her drift
in my head
all day maybe
be coming a
snow torn
ado
a do
a deux
i did
so, si, i do
PANCAKES WITH SYRUP
Apparition of the past
Tending to the future
Future is soaked
Soaked with sorrow
Sorrow tastes blood
Blood of wrathful grapes
Grapes plucked one by
One, tightly squeezed
Squeezed with dry palms
Palms rest on Jerusalem streets
Streets filled with throngs
Throngs of people, restless
Restless for peace, and war
War painted on their feet
Feet that fight the pavement
Pavement pulls them like taffy
Taffy stretches — distorts
Distorts like a funhouse mirror
Mirror of mockery and mayhem
Mayhem stirs the pot
Pot that boils over
Over the top
Top bureau filled with papers
Papers burning in protest
Protest of life itself
Itself a mirror, a bullseye
Bullseye of the author
Author of one’s own making
Making pancakes with syrup
Syrup sweetens the lie
Past lies churn future consequences
12/11/2017
LOOP FORM
. for public domain
I scoffed at hearts that writhed with pain,
that fell from broken promises,
for I had naught to do with Love,
it's folly or its gain,
but now I find that not to love
is not to live at all.
The stones on our paths outlast us all,
but I dread to exist that long.
I choose to risk feeling pain
than to feel no pain at all.
Jupiter is a very great orb,
but in living, very small.
Syrup for your cough
Before it gets rough
And you judge life 'Rough',
To the next man gruff...
For your cough:syrup
And it shall shut up!
You to again sup
And drink from glad cup
Repeat I: syrup
What shall you cheer up
Air tract decongest
Its blocked East and West...
And Septrin don't miss
Recommended kiss
For faster release
From choking unease
So says specialist
On Nobel cough list.
Way way back on a kitchen shelf
Was a bottle sitting by itself.
It was Karo syrup, 1 pint size
But to use it now, I would not advise.
For the label, stamped with a “Buy Before”
Had a date no home cook could ignore.
If you took a guess, I can guarantee
You’d not choose “November ’83.”
Yet I tell the truth, though it sounds absurd
(The specific date is November 3rd)
And the price tag reads “a dollar five” –
That’s before some readers were alive!
Did I ever use that stuff to bake
Rice Krispie treats, a pie or cake?
If so, whatever was the sweet
Was not deemed worthy to repeat.
That Karo syrup sat and sat
In its apartment habitat,
Discovered now, by circumstance;
So will I use it? Not a chance!
Darkness surrounds
Mysterious effect
Uncertain unspeakable
Alone and unbarring
More than a season watch
Coldness within
Suspense
Anger full of tears and frustration
Strength has no muster
Gestures no more
No understanding
Eyes seeing nothing
Walked into my own doubt
Expel shout
Lasting pause
Cold heart the cause
Living with no worth
A cloud is a curse
Until into never
Life below and above
Lived and died
syrup
great gooey
sticky and sweet
maple or molasses
syrup