Canaigre a leafy buckwheat
right here in the high desert!
Drive an hour, hike an hour,
find some shade, sit in dirt.
Identify plants, photograph rocks.
Raven and scrub jay.
Coleogyne and cercocarpus,
single-leaf ash and squawbush.
What else have I seen?
Juniper, the source of all penumbra.
The rift that took the river eons to carve,
caves for cougar and Anasazi.
The sand and soil are Mars red,
iron oxides deposited by ocean
200 to 20 million years ago.
That’s nuthin compared to the wind in my head!
Meanwhile it’s Spring back east,
geopolitical and existential dramas
perdure without surcease,
our quince has blossomed and slumbered.
Joint-fir, ephedra, arid
sagebrush and rabbitbrush.
But juniper berries stay
nuclear blue-green!
Darla makes batter
From Alfalfa and Buckwheat
She just loves mancakes
Tigers in the tall grass.
Bruins in the buckwheat.
Sirens, sing of sassafras!
Eagles, time to eat...
Linger, O my looking-glass...
Red run in reply.
Languid liquor, poison gas!
Death, glance at me sly...
Frankincense burned on the tomb?
Ashes, coat the walls.
Belladonna, how you bloom!
Funeral, how ye palls!
Pyramid, best to get rid?
Gold on rim, crater?
Hell and Heaven, hid or bid?
Only if you're sure!
Wind, over the atolls fly!
Cold as coffee fields!
O my Spartans, don't be shy!
Win or on thy shields!
Forbidden City, thy birth?
Life, what are you worth?
Decency, dismay, thy dearth!
Estuary? Firth!
Honed like blades of iron!
Shining in the air!
O chessmasters, sac the pawn!
Tortoise, eat the hare!
Heaven and Hell, apply. When?
Beginning again!
Coyote, doth fear the hen?
One day out of ten...
I had a lunatic feeling, once, of caging a bird,
I had purchased a very beautifully-looking cage;
I had kept a myna in it and did very well gird,
I saw to it that she felt happy and in joy engage...!
Was my myna happy? Did I think over any time?
Did she eat whatever I had lovingly thrown at her?
Barley, Brown Rice, Buckwheat, Bulgur, and gave the best of lime,
Did she feel that I saw to the best growth of her fine fur...?
I was self-content that my myna liked me very much,
Who can, yet, tell who likes who and hates who and who kills?
I've done everything for her, I thought; left nothing as such,
Why should my myna fly away from me and went black hills...?
I, then, understood that my myna wanted liberty,
Which existing being does not love creativity...???
pancakes barbara with cream
a buckwheat galette
haddock,prawn savoury wraps
brandy crepe suzettes
dribbled with treacle
Flip,flip Hoo
Ray!
Buckwheat and quinoa
Ghee for me.
Off to the store
To buy some more!
Buckwheat & quinoa
and ghee for me.
Then off to the store,
To buy some more!
Sporadically, language falls short of the lasting mark
To instantly share awe-inspiring testimonies and remark
Appalling atrocities of war and unfathomed sorrow
Millions of people are on the hunt for a wheel-barrow
This loaded backpack was previously packed for a trip
It is, however, currently being utilized as an escape tip
Their humble lodging is becoming increasingly narrow
We pray they will be clung to unite like a bow and arrow
They're laboriously dragging their burden along the street
It is extremely beneficial to deliver water and buckwheat
For their active life, they will keep an eye on the sparrow
And won't utterly work behind the plow and harrow
Written: March 22, 2022
She served toast and jam with chamomile tea,
And placed a tidy white petunia on the table.
She brought grits and gravy with hickory smoked bacon,
Then flipped a western omelet on a bed of crisp hash browns.
She served a steaming stack of buckwheat pancakes,
Dripping with butter and pure maple syrup,
With a slice of country scrapple on the side.
She also brought cherry pie and sticky buns,
Various imported sweet meats, vintage ports,
And seven brands of breath mints meant to please.
Then she flipped a cock-eyed Bloody Mary,
Smeared Tabasco on her lips and winked,
"Now I’m gonna make you taste my cupcakes."
All I did was ask her for a cup of black coffee.
Chorus: He’s got a steady job, but can’t afford her;
His waitress has that borderline disorder.
Television's Funster's
Two of my favorites
The Addams Family and the Munster's
The Honeymooner's- with Ralph and Ed
Their still on late at night
Fun to watch- 'fore we go to bed
The Odd Couple- a comedy treat
It is certainly odd
Oscar so messy, Felix so neat
Fred, Barney and Dino the dinosaur
Got to love the Flintstone's
I must have watched them a thousand times...or more
The Little Rascals- all of the gang
Spanky, Buckwheat, Darla...
Oh, and how Alfalfa Sang
When it comes to smartness- Abbott was the worst
Costello was the genius...
He wrote- "Who's on first"
The smartest man to play his part
Obviously, it has to be Don Adams
He was "Maxwell Smart"
The funniest lady of them all
The one that I love
I Love Lucy's- Lucille Ball
Just Stating the obvious Poetry Contest
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4/24/2021
The pure stream rumbles out, surely sacred
With magical properties evoking sighs.
Ancient secrets of this place become naked.
Suspicions, therefore, do quickly arise.
Will fertility come to its demise,
Or will seeds of ideas, thus, be blended
For evoking unique spiritual highs
In pure streams of light where the rumble ended?
On we go to the Valley of Kings belated;
Here, Neolithic farmers brought the seeds to rise.
They penetrated the landscape's celebrated
Cultivated grounds of buckwheat and rye
Pinnacles do reflect through holes so high.
Those ancestors here believed blessed.
When the time came for solstice sunrise
Their chambers then danced illuminated.
But December twenty-first makes sunrise,
Bright light awakening above their heads.
No doubt, strangers do cheerfully advise
Of the power in agriculture's bed.
Rocks therein were by hands carefully laid
With their messages for many generations' eyes.
Is change better for days so sacred?
A light piercing through my heart reveals flight
In pure soul streams.
Apple Appetite
ample appealing
Adam an American
artificial air
Butter best baby
beautiful blue butterflies
buying buckwheat bread
Crackers cherry crust
cinnamon cheese cereal
crispy crunchy crumbs
Date Written: 7/20/2020
Date my wife
While I
Renegocate my
Lovetract
Don't treat my
Wife like it's a
Contract
Hi welcome to the
All Pro Wrestling
Specail Edition
We have exciting
Action scheduled
The exciting and
Well talented
"Beyond Normal" Plank Samson
Verses
"He Heard What You Said" Brankus Belkins
The Bronx City Reject " Simbol Calm
Verses
Kaubous Impression and his manager Delgrin Vilceus
The Heels with Big Beefy will challenge The Grassroots
( Heel One and Heel Two). ( Alfalfa and Buckwheat)
"Make Visible" Denmark Sattire and Snowboard Monster
Verses
"Everybody Except Me" Nuance and Mine
Will meet "BigBarrell"Bark Rassy and "Mi Gorgeous" Gelps Understudy
In the main event
Challenger " All This" Gembo Saffron
Verses
" The BigSky " The World Champion
Trick or treat give me anything to eat
perhaps an apple with two little feet ?
maybe some pasta that I can reheat ?
anything , anything, but buckwheat !
WHEN I MEET AN UNKNOWN HONEY,
IT PUTS ME ON THE SPOT.
MY EYES AND NOSE
AND MY TASTE BUDS
REALLY WANT TO ROCK.
I LIKE A LITTLE MILK,
WITH MY HONEY PLEASE.
I'D LIKE TO TRY SOME HONEY,
FROM MANUKA TREE.
NOW SOURWOOD HONEY,
IS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE.
CHERRY BLOSSOM HONEY,
I CAN'T KEEP IT ON THE SHELF.
SOME ARE DARK SOME ARE BLOND.
OF DANDELION I'M VERY FOND.
BUCKWHEAT VS BLUEBERRY,
I PUT THEM TO THE TEST.
BLACKBERRY VS CHESTNUT,
THAT CHALLENGE PROVED THE BEST.
ASIAN PEAR AND APPLE,
PEACH AND ROSEMARY.
EVEN HAVE A HONEY
FROM EUCALYPTUS TREE.
FOREST HONEY, MAINLY FIR.
MONOFLORAL CREATES A STIR.
ACACIA, SUNFLOWER AND APRICOT.
I'LL SURRENDER MY TASTE BUDS,
RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT.
CLOVER, ORANGE BLOSSOM,
PEAR AND CRANBERRY.
IF IT HAS A BLOSSOM
THE TASTE SHOULD BE SO MERRY .
MY THOUGHTS ARE TRAPPED,
INSIDE A SWIRL.
WITH 500 HONEYS,
FROM AROUND THE WORLD.
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