Best Tarragon Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Zorba was a friend of mine
momentum of lunacy shine
insane shrieking lunacy
to venture to an exotic island.
Let's be free; snip the strap.

sardonic heart phratry man
Shamans are...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Fusillade! The thunder throbbed merrily
 As the grassy hay in the stable clamped the baby lad
 Involuntarily, intoxicated tears started running mad
   Huge...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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