Fermenting Poems | Examples

I Am

A hunter of expressive words, am I
especially those which I came to know
inspire, uplift, or honor God, then try
directing how they flow to tell and show.

From a young age, words were a magic way
I shared my inner thoughts on a blank page.
Then, over time, this urge increased to say
God's spirit seemed to guide me to engage.

So many thoughtful words fill up my mind-
until I choose and mold some very well;
fermenting those stirred in my soul, I find
they seem soon to create a mystic spell.

I know God guides me as my words will flare
and steer so well from just a single thought;
This must be true-  I don't know from elsewhere
my rhythmic words of poetry are brought.

Dill Pickle Hated Blue Cheese

Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow

Consequenced

It was after the times of mules
Irish slave contracts
Inside of the states of minds
Of those who fled from effort
Abandoning life in infancy
Creating devastation
And fermenting grew, cresting above skies
Literatures from slaves
Unwilling to begin Roman tongues
A time before the Republic

BREWING dedicated VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY 2

You’re ever captivating;
Somber so stimulating;
Liken a hot cup of caffeine;
Such joy you’re phenomenal being;


Production such a darling;
Top notch gentleman so charming; 
Grooving N moving
Boiling and fermenting;

 The result with yeast production;
Them there your dance moves, keeps on truckiN
You’re ever captivating;
Somber so stimulating;
Liken a hot cup of caffeine;
Such joy you’re phenomenal being;

You’re ever captivating;
Somber so stimulating;
Liken a hot cup of caffeine;
Such joy you’re phenomenal being;
Dancing ta the beat of the drums ya can’t stop
Like boiling hot water you got me hot
Man I am caught
Brewin
Brewing
Like a pot of tea
Brewing, got me hot as coffee
Brewing, saxophone groveiN strong
Brewing, BrewiN, just brewing
Ya! Got me brewing along
BREWING







10/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Autumnal

 

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, 
fluttering from the autumn tree."

                          Quote by _ Emily Bronte

Autumn brings enchanting dapples and hues,
with each tremble and each fluttering breeze;
I love a walk to look at all the views,
the bright red, yellow, gold, and orange trees  !

It makes me feel like God has been painting,
with strokes of color created for me;
all the trees with sweet vibrant paints staining,
I am in a lovely dream filigree !

The smell of decay a sweet divine scent,
it drifts and is quite intoxicating;
that smell of fermenting I will lament,
the odor of Autumn captivating !

Oh, it only stays for a few short weeks;
but, is magical with its sublime streaks !

Goose Goose Goose Duck

Goose, goose, goose... duck!

They say they love and are not full of hate.
But listen to their speeches, with all their beseeches,
and judgemental and condemning ruminate.

And what of their fruits by which they can be judged,
that has fallen to the ground and reeks of rot?
Their causes based on lies, now lie fermenting in historic sludge.

Foolish voters, well now, they win foolish prizes.
And they keep electing their own and complain of their pain.
Yet... the cause of their suffering, the fool Democrat never realizes.

by Martin Braun
September 8, 2023
Too old for the same, repeated, broken records of bad solutions to rehearsed problems.

I See the Green of the Desert

I see the green of the desert
That overcomes the brown –
Clinging to ground and water –

And with gentle affection –
It might reveal some color
Like a yellow persuasion.

I feel the fermenting sun
Calling out the vultures
That fly with a heart of one.

I sense the black jaguar’s stare –
Eyes that have a thirst for blood
And those teeth – a gnashing lair.

I smell blood in the wind
When death captures its prey
And in birth when life tries again.

I hear the cicadas’ buzz
Drowning in humidity
As thunderheads growl above.

I spy the purple mountains
Blending in with their shadows –
Not knowing where either begin.

They tempt my spirit below
To their crags and lonely peaks –
To secret places I know.

Red Sky Dawning Forewarning

Brilliant start will depart
with storm, tempest fermenting.
Red at dusk fomenting,
brewing, red sky delight!
Cheers folks! Let's party!

Sweet and Sour

sweet 
            saccharine, sugary 
     dulcifying, tasting, adoring 
confection, savory, tangy, acidity 
fermenting, distasting,  frowning 
           vinegary, astringent 
                         sour



Date written: 05/13/2023

Zen In the Art of Cooking Millet

.
How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight 
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning 
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies 
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course 
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on 
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized 
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between 
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged 
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric 
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish 
.
Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen

Paraclete

I feel him there all day and night.
In my dreams, he speaks to me and makes my burden light.

His voice is like a soft and beautiful cymbal.
His turn of phrase makes my heart quick and my mind nimble.

His righteous utterance of confidence during the day,(sigh) shows me the way.

In retrospect, he was always there during my jejunity.
My father left me and my mother was not caring enough to love me.

He laid his finger on my heart and I felt his love.
His sweet and indomitable breath guided me to rise above.

I was abused by many antagonists and callous people over the years.
He fed me the fruit of his righteousness and chased away my fears.

He has made my life bountiful.
He has rectified my inefficient life so that I can become skillful.

In my winter solstice, I feel that time is nearing the fall of my withering and fermenting flesh to the earth.
My prayer is that my soul will bloom into immortal mirth.





Marchl 12, 2023

For the faithful be encouraged by John chapter 14 verse 18

The Blessing

It frothed, it boiled from deep within her soul,
fermenting in the furnaces of hell.
Considering how best to take her toll,
With heaving breast, stared down the infidel,
and belched it forth with foul and fetid smell.
It launched, depraved and deathly, to the skies;
the horror of its impact filled his eyes.
Try though he might, he could not quell his fears,
and thus, did rationality despise.
The evil jabberwock fell on his ears.


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for the Dizain Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
written on 10/18/22

what some people apparently think when you say, "God bless you!" :-)

If Not Cremated Then What

Don’t bury me in an eco-pod
for I am biodegradable already.
Don’t bury me in the earth,
or animal feces I might birth
nor in lead
because while lead is harmless to the dead
it is after all lead.
Don’t bury me under stone,
beneath a stone all alone.
Bury me in fermenting compost,
you may leave my feet 
sticking out just for laughs.
Yes wormy me, good an
germy, awfully squirmy,
until all is dank and smelly,
the I will grow roses 
out of my belly.

Our Peak

They wonder
Why?
I just sit
And sigh
They just see
Me
Reaching
Again
That toxic fluid
That madness
Fermenting
Somewhere
Deep
In her mind
Like an addiction
Of hers
Or mine
I see it
I acknowledge it
But she
Is still human
Like us all
Just
With an insatiable
Appetite
That I
Can not
Say
Is wrong
Is right
Is benign
I can
Forgive
And still offer
A little
Love
Thoughts
Reserve a little
Peace
Within
My own
To offer her
On my phone
Distant peaks
A little peek
Of my life
After
Our peak
In life

Degradation

As a lovely lotus, holding her head high, dooms to fade…
So is the fate of which damn degradation does invade! 

When the angel of democracy murdered and muted,
Could politics provide people protection well suited?

When disruption of home and strife for living grow thriving,
Doesn't, like corroding steel, society go riving?

When caste, color, creed, and sects, like Rock walls, true growth obstruct,
Could we, midst so solid strife, succeed culture to construct?

Aren't riches, fading flowers, if fail to face poverty?
Could when hunger sky-scrapes, humans dream of joys plenty? 

Who can save religions from fermenting fatality,
When, they shift from soul-strengthening spirituality?

When the air, water, soil, hills, vales... get wholly polluted,
Could the environment escape getting foully afflicted?

When inner harmony, easily, by changes challenged,
Could capture of pride by shame be so easily balanced?

Every sphere needs to move in so sequential symphony,
If not, could all live in life-casting cosmic harmony?



03 October 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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