Nocturnal visions of the highest order welcome you
Priestess of ancient tribes...
Cast your spell wrap the moon in dark tinsel swindles
Open the gateway dark anime girl ,
and potentize your aerial fields of resonance
Enter into the dragon's shrine, use your potion
to qualm the drake keeper;
Seize your destiny as the stars seize the night
use your wizardry to dye the sun hairs black
allow the purple bruised night to feast on your mood
eglantine kisses dark as blackstrap molasses
falling on you like mellifluous rhythm of tantric drums
Ink your beauty on their bodies morosely caress their wounds
heal and saturate them, with your purple plum heart.
Categories:
blackstrap, mystery,
Form: Free verse
"A Bitter Sweet Tragedy"
It was a typical mid-morning, on January 15 1919, on Keany Square in
north Beantown, you could hear the hooves of horses clopping up and down.
Above the hustle and bustle normally abound, came a deep throated
resonating and horrifying sound.
It grew louder and louder and the next thing they heard, sounded like
slinging turtles. "How could it be? That's absurd!"
Locked in disbelief, they started to cry, "Run, run, run, before you die!
A tank filled with blackstrap molasses had burst at the seams, spewing
two million gallons of black sticky streams.
A massive tide towering 40 feet high swallowed up man and beast like
a spider would a fly.
Some were entombed while still alive, other held on praying for help
to arrive.
When the tide subsided and finished its run, 150 were injured and 20
more lives were good and done.
Lives were lost, lessons learned, settlements were paid but never earned.
And so the story ends with one though to attend.
It is the bitter not the sweet that gets you in the end.
Categories:
blackstrap, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
i prepared a simple supper
but with great love i cooked
that main meat of refined wheat
durum semolina, traded as rotini
an Italian pasta to go with beef, a grace
from a Canadian cow grazed in prairie grass,
spiced with herbs from the hunted tropics:
ginger, garlic, turmeric, and coriander
powdered, with red pepper powder
and red pepper crushed, black pepper
(also powdered), added to the onion
chopped, fennel, fenugreek, and cumin
(all seeds), and the magical mustard,
adding leaves chopped: basil, chives
and parsley, with garam masala, a Bharat
special, sprinkled with hardly a pinch of salt
before adding the slow-cooked African beans
and Mexican sauce: chopped and crushed tomato,
and boiled potato, after being sautéed
in the US canola oil to enhance the taste
of minerals and more already in my pan:
folate, iron, niacin, riboflavin, and thiamine
already mixed in carbohydrate, the main
with Chinese additives: citric, soy, and seasonings
unlisted; likewise the two sealed cans
that curtailed my sprinkling salt for supper
came with corn starch, sugar, more spices
and blackstrap molasses, and a poetic muse
Categories:
blackstrap, adventure, care, caregiving, community,
Form: Free verse
Blackstrap molasses I drink every day.
I've learned it holds anemia at bay.
One tablespoon quick stirred up
with almond milk (a scant cup)
makes my red blood cells cheer. Hip hip hooray!
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Nancy Jones
October 30, 2011
for Francine Roberts' Pick a Beverage, any Beverage contest
Categories:
blackstrap, food, health,
Form: Limerick