Chicory Poems

Resonance An American Sonnet

The resonance of the old vampire’s voice
holds the soul of the French Quarter;
Thick as a rich pot of red beans and rice 
just waiting to be devoured;

You can hear the succulent sound of jazz 
in each syllable he utters;
A shadowed grin tasting of chicory,
his true nature remains hidden;

Vibrating at a different frequency 
every sound is a spectacle;
As you move about town all you see is him,
pressing into your subconscious;

‘Laissez les bon temps rouler..’ drips,
 all you can manage is ‘Oui, cher.’

Chicory

Nola in the sky;
The air tastes like chicory,
a small sip of soul.

Wildflower Gardens

Glossy, heart-shaped leaves of galax
ringed ‘round the lingering lilacs
that played across the garden gate,
bent now – bowed from foliage’ weight.

Wild roses replace Venus et fleur
having a sweet natural alure.
Chicory and Madonna lily
grow here and there, and willy-nilly.

Bachelor buttons and blue bonnets
clothe the field with unsung sonnets.
Coreopsis and black-eyed Susans
frolic with their rambunctious cousins.

Of all the flowers God has wrought
I love the ones that were last thought.
Haphazard flair of wild flowers
bestow joy with dewy showers.

Hellstrip

"hellstrip"


it's not like
crossing

the river
Styx

it's just
between

the side
walk and

the 
curb

not needing 

a penny on
your eyes

to pay
to walk

out on the 
other side 

to meet
your what

you
make

or

might make
your maker

give or
take your

governing
municipality

rules but
then that's

more
than

a mouthful

so i curb
my Larry

David and my
enthusiasm

not questioning
the suggestions

from what
i feel is

police
brutality

please

allow me
yarrow with

out sorrow
and chipper

chicory
instead

of pain
in the

just
ass

grass

Meal Fit For a King

Out in the field is a bed of chicory,
down along the ditch, wild hydrangeas grow.
Dandelions in the yard are quite tasty,
so is the duckweed by the side of the road.

Wild lettuce, lamb’s quarter, and some wild onions,
there’s watercress, fennel, grape leaves, and cherries.
We also have mallow, milkweeds, oxtails, chives,
Chanterelle mushrooms, morels, and blackberries.

Along with sassafras, raspberries, and more,
you’ll have a lunch that will make your stomach sing.
God bless all of nature’s wonderful bounty,
providing an Ozark meal fit for a king.

A Buck Dreams of Tasty Spring Treats

Oh, for the taste of a sweet, juicy berry,
some sweet rose petals would make me happy;
I'm so tired of woody browse and acorns,
my throat gets dry and my teeth are worn.
For an aging buck needs good sustenance;
I hate the browse cracking, such dissonance!

I long for tree buds, tender grass and shoots;
I'd kiss a squirrel for some acorns or fruits.
I love buckeye, chestnuts, pecans and raspberry;
some strawberries, blueberries and blackberries.
To run through the fields seeking a spouse
and revel in the colors of those lovely grouse.

An apple or two, perhaps some paw-paws,
fresh almonds are tasty to chomp in my jaws.
Sweet herbs like lemon grass, sage and chicory,
dandelions, alfalfa, plantain and hickory.
I yearn for those tasty pleasures of Spring,
my mate and I will enjoy everything!


2-14-2023
Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
BJ Legros Kelley

An Anniversary Message of Love

Inhaling his masculine scent I taste the aroma of our first chicory spot 
he has been with me for forty four years and he is still so very hot 

Dotted with gray on his temples, still as handsome as the day we met 
he was at my sweet sixteen birthday party, now how can I ever forget 

The man who put a ring on my finger and gave me two beautiful children 
we  lived and breathed solo flying like two  turtle doves in a jaded glen, 

Today we sit in the yard and reminisce about our first kiss, our first time
his eyes are still shining and I'm glad that after all the years he is still mine 

Truth be told I would not trade a moment of the days we spent together 
nothing can split us apart except God's will, until then we will tether , 

Fastened to each others hearts, we will always be forever true as one 
for he is my stars and moon, my lovely husband, and my golden sun. 

Happy Anniversary Lovie, 
Your Wife, Vie aka Mystic Rose

Song of a Son With Dark Brown Teeth

Chicory chew chew, tobakky chaw
I love my pappy. I love my ma.
Spit in a tin can, straight from my jaw
Chicory chew chew, tobakky chaw.

Vampire Sonnets Vi the Reopening

A unique bar with chicory coffee 
side by side our famous praline whiskey;
The ‘Black Heart Masquerade’ reinvention   
we have completed all the construction; 

Fangs out to raise the vibe we are after 
with each step your heart skips a bit faster; 
The feeling in the lounge achingly hot 
comparable to a dopamine shot; 

Opening ten minutes after sunset 
a man walked in that I won’t soon forget; 
He stood behind the bouncer at the door 
and headed toward me on the dance floor;

“Did you just step out of one of my dreams? “
I replied, “You can call me Inalem.”

Periwinkle Wink

open for the sun
    periwinkle parasols ~

      the chicory blink



08/23/2020

Time Travelers Wait For the Green Light

time travel’n peace —
ought we find rather death,
war — tread on me.

funny the face, the companionship
of outer space, the innocence
of the sun and sky.

she still provides
the radiance of warmth;
him the blue or gray stormy eyes.

down ‘low discovery of weeds,
white and yellow petals, bitter tea.

commoners in chicory-chattering.
synchronous chattels, green and tarnished.

wile away withering hours, wemberlies
wheedle into every corner.

down to brass tacks, blowup buses
when school’s back in session

bananas in lunch pail...we’re all going

4/2/2020

wemberlies - worried
brass tacks - essentials

The Silent Pitch and Sportsmanship

It is not a conversation you overhear,
Like the questions rolling underfoot,
"Who goes there?".
You can see the grass has told
How tall to grow
To the chicory, dandelions and clover.
At the edge of the pitch
Where competition is stiff,
They grow bigger, taller and bolder;
Yet in each new match, every plant,
Agrees to a height and no taller.

Till in the next field over, where it's wild and fallowed,
It's to the death, all bets are off, and no foul.



2,21,2020

Open Space

Efflorescence in a period of time
As Chicory plant spreads
While arboretum is filled with newly watered seeds
The wild-flower in all its glory blooms

The gentility of the open space soiled
Polluted by the lack of responsibilities

Charlieku

Charlieku (var of 2-3-4)

engraved		        bubbling		      hark! the tinkling	
on hard rock		with happiness		   laughter
a pact of love		wild daisies	         of bluebells

blooming		        the joy			   begonia
with rising sun		of giving		      sweet promises
chicory			no bartering		   at stake

meditation		        like a crocus		   her words 
in the woods		open up		        a fleeting touch  
silence			to warmth		        of warm breeze 

justice-			frothy		        bridge crossing
truth is not		        indulgence		       the stream and I
exchangeable		morning pleasure	    skipping		

a free deal 		riding waves		     soulful
at the grocer’s-		living			             clarity
gossip			for the moment	        chickadee’s song


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A Charlieku 4-3-2 Contest
Hosted by Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
© 15th October 2018

Haiku Poem 2

along the roadside
chicory and a goldfinch
this August morning

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