Because it is Pi Day,
Let’s talk about pie.
The math type’s beyond me;
I won’t even try.
But thinking of key lime
Or lemon meringue
Just makes my mouth water –
That citrusy tang!
Or how about apple crumb?
Yes, a la mode!
Or strawberry rhubarb,
With tastes that explode.
My favorite is blueberry,
Raspberry, too.
I’m not fond of cherry,
Which might work for you.
Some people like custard
Or chocolate cream
Or pecan or pumpkin
And, while on this theme…
Of course, there is pizza
So scarf up a slice.
However you celebrate,
Pie will suffice.
Sorrento Blonde (arancia bionda sorrentina)
the thick skinned fruit
a mederain treat
were the zest to your
alpine soda water
would yeild a flavor
that others would envy
come back to me
and you will find the difference
in the sweet citrusy taste of
our fruit!
our high juice content make's everything better!
sweet sweet love
that draw the flavors of collaberated effords together.
of love speak me
as sweet as one would want
and as reliable as nature itself
come back and such sweetness shall welcome you!
the sentimental favorite
with the taste to back up it's reputation
The spring shall make this a wildflowered covered landscape
they made soda outta alpine needles
and mixed it with vodka and gin
a slash of lemon and lime
and some carbonated water mixed in
they ooh'd and ah'd at the deliciousness
and marvel at the taste
a smile broke the ice
with a comment on the taste.
I wanted ya'll to love this thang
I really really did.
Sip and and delight in
the refreshing citrusy taste.
the mountains of Milan a skiers paradise
what a wonderful way to spend
an evening. Risotto alla Milanese
and Ossobuco with wine and sweet desserts
were the stars of the evening
but the night belonged to the alpine needles and the citrus drink.
I learned that taint whyle was the word used to describe
Written by Sisg the Gypsy
and Halo-Halo the Soda Maker.
Done-Rite Publishing soda.
recipes used with permission by
Yeah Gal- and Who-chi Main
Main course with Whipp Appeal
Desserts By Griffa and Them.
the stacking of the Gypsum bricks. we poured a bit to the ground
in honor of Kulla the God of Brick Making.
a cooling, refreshing contrast
the others provided a richer smoker
taste
a subtle but effective aromatic depth
a floral a bright, a citrusy, accent
consistent and smooth
each compliments the other
blending the sweet ripe taste
of both cherry and strawberries
Bing Chelan and Sweet Kiss,
Mara des Bois stands out as favorites
Natchez throneless sweetness are to
in consideration as Darrow Ponce or Apache
The Triple Crown stands out front
to provide flavor to the full richness of a blend
A creation of a product to be marveled
the world abroad. The felt jacket
may not have been a great choice
as it collected everything
from pet fur and hair.
I am very tall and tower over others in the forest
My trunk is a tough, thick bark and my protective shield
My feet are my roots, and they work hard to keep me upright
I have many arms of branches and with many needles of fingers
I am fragrant and my woodsy citrusy scent wafts in the wind
Birds love to visit me and often make nests at my treetop
I am coniferous and flower pinecones to seed the forest
Some of my friends are cut down and then decorated in homes
Sometimes the forest becomes barren as we become timber
I can live hundreds of years until a severe windstorm may take me
Bartender, bring me a Pink Fuzz
in a tall frosted glass
It's going down velvety smooth
so cold refreshing and citrusy
love its grapefruit aftertaste
that lingers on the tongue
It makes my head feel light
it's magical and so delightful
brewed to perfection
achieving mild intoxication
Pink Fuzz a celebration in a glass
cheers ~ summer is finally here !!
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Twenty years ago this month I was in Enid A. Haupt Garden, a manicured
garden surrounded by two rows of saucer magnolia trees. The magnolious
large, cup shaped flowers showcasing breathtaking display of white or
pinkish-purple petals with outer petals of darker shade of pink or purple.
The petals, thick, soft and velvety scattered on the ground and benches.
I was swept away by the pleasant fragrance and captivated by the scent, a
combination of sweet, floral and slightly citrusy. A fragrance so noticeable
for the scent wafted through the garden, creating a pleasing aroma, like a
sweet lemony candy. Unforgettable! When will I see and smell them again?
To weave a word, a fabric of thought,
Each stroke on dreary image caught :
Pale tinge of citrusy note, half drawn
Written in bleak ,yellowing song--
Old letters soar now in ashen white,
Where muted language of angst
takes flight.
A Romios Midsummer’s Dream
In any weather, whether it be sun-kissed
or intensely stormy.
Is to find residence and warmth in the
incandescent,arms of her loving honey!
His olive-skinned arms encircled her,
like stippled, gold, giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath, Mon Dieu,
makes her body both shudder and sing!
In his forever, velvet, house she chooses
to abide.
Listening to his Hellenic heart beat, as
strong as the Aegean Sea's tides.
Nothing in this merciless world does she
desire with her soul, more than this.
Her butterfly winged, home and a forevermore
Greek lastling, delicious kiss!
7/4/2024
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne
Y our old-fashioned lemony pie
E specially with meringue
L uxurious curd of citrusy yellow
L ight hue that exudes energy
O stentatious and tempting dessert
W insome jaunty, yellowy, crusty delight
The whistling kettle calls to me.
Telling me it's time for tea
I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf
As I try to decide what to have for myself
What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup?
Lemony and citrusy?
Minty and refreshing?
Earthy and nutty?
Fruity and floral?
Settling with vanilla spice,
A steamy waterfall
A hint of honey
To sweeten the pot
The sweet aroma rose up
Smelling sugary and sweet.
Cupping the potion
Raising it to my lips
Taking small sips
I felt the warmth
Course through my veins.
Washing away the stress
Replacing it with bliss
Like my mind is at a spa
Bathing in a hot spring.
For a moment, time froze.
The world stands still.
Embracing the peace
Brought by a cup of tea.
I got a smart phone
And bought some Smart food
Smart razor, smart comb
Got my wife a smart boob
Whenever it’s squeezed
Coz we’re in the mood
Ten minutes later
The coffee’s fresh brewed
I have smart TVs
Plus two smart RVs
Smart this, and smart that
Dumb dog, but smart cat
When it mews and purrs
And is in my way
I see cat food ads
Nearly every day
I bought a smart car
And a smarter truck
That brings me new things
Though it calls me Chuck
I found a smart shelf
At the local dump
That displays smart stuff
And a bobble-head Trump
But to cap it off
In my world of smart
I purchased a spanking
New snazzy Smart-Fart
That can change odors
From unpleasant eww
To either a lemon
Or citrusy stew
It can switch noises
To downplay my crime
As long as I’m able
To change it on time
A Smart-Fart is handy
For cutting through line
And can’t be detected
By a trained canine
If you’ve grown tired
Of the old rotten
A Smart-Fart will make
Smelly days forgotten
So if you want one
Put it in your cart
The next time you’re at
An online Fart Mart
fingering white pages, one by
one, painted with ebonic ink.
borrowed,
i’m blushing
like a bride.
the rush
of pages,
windmill
churning…
so careful, this klutz, sipping tea.
lady grey,
graceful,
citrusy.
book rests under the bulbous light.
minutes,
so close,
without a spy.
singular tea bag holder, rose chintz,
chipped away at my piggy bank.
tea-stained spoiler
tainted twenty pages or so.
librarian
eying
the drip.
Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest.
Pulverized by constant wear
of boots on dusty trails.
Debris of lifeless memories
detached from vital source,
scattered broken on apathetic earth,
pummeled by the passerby.
A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated
in the spiraling downward dance of fall,
to publicly mourn its own demise
at the foot of the future,
blooming green and leafy in the sun.
Life starts and bursts so young and eager.
And so the workhouse of servitude begins its tasks.
Fully ripened and heavy in the heat of maturity
then snapping, sailing in the autumnal chill.
Yet in death, oh my, the scent returns,
a citrusy, mint, rosemary-like eulogy.
Eucalyptus snaps the loudest in refrain
to a singular journey at its end.
Pines citrusy scent
arousing rural ardor
Child's rhapsody
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