Best Thyme Poems

Ten is the number to begin
Early in the garden
Gathering herbs, foxglove and more
On her face casual grin

Nine are the ingredients here
Placed in beef stew to...

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Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?

You’re...

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Egnehenots – of earth and stone

Chief elder – most wise upon the Salisbury Plain
     an old man . . . ...

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Early in the mourning she rose
She wood fined her boat
Wear she rose across the see two the sure
Their she mustard all her mite
And toad the...

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twigs quiver	  wild thyme scent	life’s decline
   robins’		       my heart		    ebbing
   songs		...

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Saint Tropez is a summer town.
Smaller than it ought to be, really.
Like when you realize the French quarter,
in New Orleans, is just three blocks wide...

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Ancient tombs, of long ago times
Byblos, the walled city, fortress and shrines
Shrouded in mystery, wisdom's, and thyme
The Phoenicians sailed from this very port
Their ships full...

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“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but...

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My garden brings the fairies,
you will never know the hour.
The sun may just be peeping
past the apple tree in flower.
See them? No! But I discern
pixie...

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Chef 's Winter dishes are simply delicious, not too much oil or cream.

Rich or plain,  taste tested to perfection, tiny portions sometimes steamed

He starts...

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I want to be alone where skylarks sing
Where primroses grow wild and bluebells ring
Where sweet the fragrant scent of Mountain thyme
Back in the glen that...

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Mediterranean island, where one finds so much to do
Abundant days of sunshine and the sea is limpid blue
Lavender, thyme and laurel; history spreads in rich...

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Passed down through generations I hold a gift of soup poetry,
it doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold, as long as it comes in rhyme,
free...

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With pen I write to thee, Elizabeth
Whose comments I have noticed notably
No words can describe inspirations width
That thou has given unto my poetry

When writers block...

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A Highland Stream

She rises high above the glen, and flows
beneath a rustic bridge that man has made.
She passes stately pines in serried rows
all standing straight,...

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