Best Tarragon Poems
The heavy clouds cool the morn's air
They surround damp, light weight
Each bird seems to approve this day
But to my soul speak ~~wait
Let the Holy Spirit take control
Speaking peace, peace be still
It will all work out in due time
Just obey my sweet Will
Arising to move on to face the day
Just slight color in view
A bright pink 'pon the Tulip Tree
Late season bloom~great hue
Drawing closer blessed once again
The French Tarragon blooms
A tiny Cornflower Blue bloom
Strange~as in view it zooms
Surprise~it's a Bachelor's Button
Two blessings in one day
God uses the small to confound the wise
Thank You for the display
Written this Eleventh Day Of June 2013
Categories:
tarragon, life,
Form:
Verse
Charming Patterns
An eyelet wheel models medieval embroidery
Aromatic, ornamental garden ballet steps for lovers
Strolling in stately patterns of noble estate
Savory’s romance looping through lavender labyrinths
Lost in curves of sweet scented anise dreams
A pavel of peace in pungent fans of feathery dill
Set in soothing circles of demure comfort,
Inside squares of loyal rosemary tied with ribbons of sage
Trimmed with clarion harmony of marjoram’s gailland
And arches of drizzles leap as parsley festivity
Joyfully brushes the fingertips of rows in oregano courants
A center pistel radiates lines of tarragon in devotion
Dotted by French knots of thyme
With rosettes of mint scattered in diamonds about the maze
Virtuous embraces of shy courtly kisses
In basil’s blush of chain stitch purity
And to the almain of lutes and of lyres
To the harp strum, to the chaste flute,
A castle garden dances faithful fidelity
Telling the story of love’s longevity
In charming patterns.
10-6-21
Contest: Charming Patterns
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Embroidery stitches: eyelet wheel, loops, drizzles, pistel, French knot, rosettes, chain stitch
Medieval Instruments: clarion, lute, lyre, flute, harp
Elizabethan Dances: ballet, pavel, gailland, courant, almain
Knot gardens of herbs are based on the intricate embroidery patterns of the Elizabethan age.
Categories:
tarragon, garden, love,
Form:
Free verse
The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized
Materialized from matter without flatter, all is jargon even tarragon
So have you planned usurping what is beyond the seamless light?
Fishing for extinct species yet landing luggage makes one uneasy
But oh so few have caught the ride switched on by myriad microchips
Looking into the lightened halogen afforded space upon the brazen hillside strata
It is all an electric race for peace with resistors, electrons racing past hazards
Imagination pictured impossibilities precisely placed to soothe the softened goals
Remotely fusiform he held in his own untrained hand although he dipped at times
Mechanisms, anachronisms and microcosms of life go on to divide or multiply
They form a landing, certain coiled spinning prisms an animate defense of green
Can a pixel bring a timely recompense or electrons reap a harvest?
Categories:
tarragon, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
Come and buy
Fruits and vegetables from own garden
Best quality and most inexpensive items
Apples, Oranges, Bananas, Onions, Carrots and Potatos
Purchasers of my goods, I will give you some Plums for free
Come and buy from me
I have all the herbs you can imagine
Anise, Basil, Tarragon, Thyme, Coriander, Oregano,
Parsley, Rosemary, Cinnamon and Saffron
Fell how good it smells .......
If you wish, you may well get a taste
Come and buy
Here is the "real" goods for a cheap price
Adidas, Diesel, Bjorn Borg, Lacoste, Nike,
Jack & Jones, Gabba and Hugo Boss
Yes, the "real" goods and top quality
Try one as well, I will find a perfect fit for you
Come and buy from me
You need to buy one for your loved one
"Real gold and precious beautiful stones"
Beautiful work and see who it shines in the sun light
If you buy one you get the second for half price
Cheap, cheap .... What would you pay?
Give me a price you will pay...
So we`ll probably agree
Come and buy...... Cheap, cheap....
Turkey 04.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
tarragon, holiday, people,
Form:
Free verse
The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
to find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
and I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me.
makes me want to dance at midnight beneath budding apple trees.
Faye Lanham Gibson
© April 10, 2014
Categories:
tarragon, april, creation, earth, flower,
Form:
Lyric
Coming out on the porch this morning after the sun had risen far above the horizon...I
noticed that my herbs looked wilted. Checked but not really dry just potbound or rootbound
in too small of a container..Life___how many of us are potbound or rootbound contained in a
container that we outgrew years ago___stuck, complacent not growing and soon will die from
starvation because we can't receive the nourishment from the source of our total being the
giver of life the One Who gives the Living Waters....In the next few days I will get larger
pots, fresh soil, and remove those plants..distrub their roots...Repot them giving their root
system room to grow..They will come out giving me fresh French Tarragon, and Lemon
Thyme all summer..I will enjoy watching them grow and produce....What about me? Will I
get out of the pot that is too small and grow?
Categories:
tarragon, faith, food, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fusillade! The thunder throbbed merrily
As the grassy hay in the stable clamped the baby lad
Involuntarily, intoxicated tears started running mad
Huge hand stroke beard, eyes lashes blushed wearily.
Rambling on tarragon path with lively pasture
Glaring, jealous eyes creep-ed, must be the son of the herdsman,
Who tickled the plants, poked the animals and sent obloquy to man
They engraved a cave, o! Capture that creature.
He must not stay, a mutant from the pit of sea
Mistrial, voices rattled, real alien some tittle-tattled,
Shackles raised, skin bruised, gallows set, parents fled,
Thunder scared, cloud dark and disdain, lightening too blind to see.
Just infusion, the choric birds racked bitterly,
He will be back, majestically.
Categories:
tarragon, inspirational, visionary,
Form:
Sonnet
I sit held by bassalisk stare
From unblinking gold eyes too fair
Always hungry
The body's curled shape is like a dragon
Yet his lair has not jewels but tarragon
The cat watches me.
Categories:
tarragon, animals,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
One afternoon
with Ginger and Basil
we met an old sage
whose voice was quite nasal
He told us our lives
were in need of some spice
which got me to thinking
of my favorite rice
So my two friends and I
spent the afternoon looking
for wonderful foods
to take home and start cooking
Rosemary stopped by
with that little nut, Meg
who loves telling jokes
and pulling your leg
And wouldn't you know?
Now what would I do?
Of food we had plenty
but our spices were few!
I asked what shelf
is all the saffron?
Loudly I cried
where has the tarragon?
But we used what we had
and the dinner was great
it went by so fast
and when it got late
My friends said goodnight
'twas a fun time, you know
and I suddenly thought
where did the thyme go?
Categories:
tarragon, humorous, nonsense, word play,
Form:
Light Verse
You are the soup and the spoon.
You are the moist, warm vapor of
tarragon rising from the bowl,
you are the wooden bowl.
You are that same vapor morphed
into the morning mist that flags across
the tops of hemlock and pine on its
journey toward an evening sky so
perfectly clouded and colored it
could be a painting. You are that sky
at dusk. You are the canvas that
caught the silhouette of a tardy
mourning dove racing home.
And I am that mourning dove lost in
reverie while foraging beneath a Mock Orange.
I am the Mock Orange. I am the perfume lifting
out of the center of its creamy, white petals—
pursed like a pouting mouth. I am the hunger.
I am the mouth that will not hesitate to open
for the offered spoon of soup.
By: Evelyn Augusto
Categories:
tarragon, bird, food, identity, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
yellow blossoms now
'pon Mexican Tarragon...
tea~euphoria
I bought some Mexican Tarragon
for I thought that I had some
French Tarragon..
I looked up this herb and found
that it can be steeped in a tea
to be a euphoric drink..
Categories:
tarragon, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
Yes, one of my many talents I didn't know I
Possessed. I will not be impolite. It's standing
There in all its fiery splendor talking from the
Other side of the fence illuminating the
Darkness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Would you say your bigger than a mastodon?
I must be under a spell. Where is the sorceress?
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
When you use your imagination John
Anything is possible and it is bottomless.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Do you eat tarragon?
We are making progress.
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
I wave my hand and said Soon all this will be
Gone
Back to lifelessness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
A bonfire gave me the key to once upon.
My grandson is still talking about my
Childishness.
My grandma talked to a fiery dragon.
She was honored to have met, seen, and
Talked to such an incredible phenomenon.
Categories:
tarragon, adventure, beauty, childhood, fantasy,
Form:
Villanelle
This was a cooking Sunday;
A mushroom tarragon
French cuisine Sunday;
Where the rapture of Julia Child
Days of cooking, cooking, cooking
Rose deep from every pore,
With the bliss of adding
Unmeasured ingredients
And delight in the territory
Of rarely explored spices.
Feeling, sensing the mind
Going into a place of creative joy,
A place of quiet surrender,
With nothing left to do
But leave all behind.
"Bon appetit."
Categories:
tarragon, food, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Now lies the waterdroplet on the edge
Excess moisture wrung from the foggy air
Droplets that are somehow a reserve hedge
Drops that all the insects, birds, lizzards share
French Tarragon pointed leaves perfect shape
For water to collect travel down tip
Hang suspended surrounded by cloudscape
Time seems to stand still few hours 'till slip
Gone with the heat of the appearing sun
There for just short time so that all can drink
The sun has done a good job and you spun
Dry as in a modern dryer in a wink
To all things there is a season but some short
Can some be extended _ not early thwart
Categories:
tarragon, health, introspection, life, nature
Form:
Sonnet
Au uh de vino
one bottle of white wine
1/2 cup of chopped tarragon
7 cracked garlic cloves
1/2 cup of green onions
2 tablespoons of gingerroot minced
1 red hot chili (smashed)
5 Tablespoons of fish stock
in a gallon container add the ingredients and store in a dry, cool place for about 2 weeks before usage. Strain and put in a labeled wine bottle with a cork.
best in a pressure cooker
1 cup of Au uh de vino
4 cups of peeled diced pumpkin
3 cups of chicken stock
2 cleaned and diced leeks
3 tablespoons of garlic
3 cups of chicken thighs (sauté the chicken fat and skins, dice and add to the pot)
2 cups of Andouille sausage ( skins removed and diced)
3 cups of sour cream
2 tablespoons of dill
1 T cayenne
cook until pumpkin is soft, in a food processer add pumpkin's and leeks, make a puree, add sauce and cook until a smooth thick consistency. Add the meats. (make a roux, with 1 cup flour, one cup oil, add to mixture) cook again until thick.
make a buttermilk biscuit dough, and in muffin pan, press the dough into each cup making a shell.( your going to use the other half to make a top for each muffin. If desired) add smooth mixture, and bake until the mixture is done.
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
Categories:
tarragon, art, autumn, dance, drink,
Form:
Ballade