Best Yeast Poems

Starts bubbling 
a desire
yeast from brilliance
of the mind
drops rained 
by the Muse
life’s thrashing 
adds the flour.
Mixing, churning
springs alive
in the bowel of the
mind.
To the working hand 
it sticks
even wakes you when 
you sleep.
Pull it, punch it
let it sit
while it bubbles
share the yeast
with a sigh
to inspire
naked child
of...

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A little fertiliser
And the flower will bloom
A little catalyst
And the chemical reaction will complete
A little yeast
And the cake will grow
And so man
Please remember
A little more effort and confidence
Will do 
In your entreprise...

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I am planning for a feast
without the beast,
so I can leaven the bread,
with the bowl of yeast,
but ninny tumble over
the leaven bowl of dough,
and upset the little beast,
who nibble the grocery list.












4/8/12...

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Life does not necessarily mature into timeless love,
just as yeast is not the entire evolutionary journey for bread,
and the Way may be part of, but not the entirety of,
the Beloved Community.

It is so interesting, for a nondualist at least,
that a profoundly radical Jewish teacher
would say...

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Be careful,” Jesus said to them. “Be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees.” Aware of their discussion, Jesus asked, “You of little faith, why are you talking among yourselves about having no bread? How is it you don’t understand that...

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Every buddy get his own nigga 
So do every beauty gets his own beholder
While mantrap rides the horse of preference
Duty drives the car of everlasting home 

No one will ever wish losing better thing to anger 
That's been built up  in the cave-- ego...

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No one seems to be able to pronounce yeast
Some give it a j sound, like jeast
And who cares how we pronounce it.
Anticipating the hot sweet dough
And the melted butter
And the warmth of the roll on my eager tongue
That’s all I care about it.
Call them dogsnoggers...

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Apparently, the combination of a prose-like paragraph and a haiku, seemingly disparate, yet interwoven and forever connected, produces the mysterious haibun. This indeed seems unlikely, since the connection relies on you, the dear reader, and the nature of said ingredient is not clearly specified here....

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the topped her desire with a cherry on the cake

icing sugar crux of the biscuit cusp of pure delight

candles had outgrown the sweet surface of pastry

but she cherished her life just the same evermore

tasted age and radiant light with no shadow of doubt


the older she...

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He would not condemn rape; he was God
He could no longer dissolve it
as he could resolve it
He was fraud

He would only pay for what he did
and not for what happened
He could only open up for things he bid
and not for them that stappen

For he was...

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Yeast

The yeast that go up to 
the top of 
the beer fermented in a 
not covered vessel should be called 
Bob and Barbara.
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Hot bread
Can’t wait
Mom has on her apron
She was up at four this morning
A delightful smell comes from the kitchen
Peeking in the oven window
Salivating big time
Watching it rise
Hot bread!...

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