Hazelnut Poems | Examples

food allergies are serious

milk, eggs, shellfish
three common allergies
I know a family who lost a two-year-old son to milk

almonds, walnuts, peanuts, wheat and soybeans
five more common allergies
if you open a peanut butter jar, it can be deadly to some

my nemesis is hazelnut
after consuming, my throat closes up
I am wheezing and can barely breathe, needing my inhaler

English walnuts are a close second for me
after eating them, my mouth erupts into giant canker sores
all around my gums

something else creates hives in me.
We do not know if it is a food or what.
allergies seem to go hand-in-hand with having asthma

other symptoms of food allergies are
itching of the mouth, vomiting, and wheezing
Food allergies are serious; sometimes epi pens are necessary.

Truth In Advertising

I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!

The Reminder

There are many things that remind me of you.
Every time the sun sets,
And the sky paints itself in thousands of colors,
I see you.

The songs you once played,
They still linger in my playlist.
They set my mood and carry me back in time,
As if I am living it all over again.

Sometimes, strangers walk by
Wearing your fragrance.
For a moment, I freeze,
Thinking you might be somewhere near.

That café corner,
And the ever-changing taste of its hazelnut frappe,
Every sip reminds me
Of your quirky expressions.

And the streets
Where you used to walk me home,
Still make me feel
That you might return and hold my hand.

These reminders
Gently tell me
I once lived something
That is truly beautiful.

Speed Gutter Bunny

Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre feeble mast crippled rod.
Shall you be parallel on the naked stem on the shrunken pagan altar?
Penguin whale jackal follicle carriage orgies
I have the cavernous trunk of thirst,
Permanently altered, famines, droughts.
Loosen your sticky grasp upon an evening so slutty bean Venus squaw chubby stone figurines 
languid horny speed gutter bunnies.
let down cord straps drop fiddles kneel whip cable ties.
Snickering geriatric hags cupcake outskirts of one
Platypus settlement

poetry for my stomach

My “honey” with chestnuts will not come for Christmas,
It’s life, you have to enjoy yourself anyway
once a year, 

New Year’s menu to enjoy at the time you like,

Foie gras with a glass of Monbazillac,
Snails with butter,
Scallop shell with lemon-white butter
Short break

Quail with hot mango
and hazelnut potatoes,

Maybe cheese with the tour des grands ducs  (local wine)

Then the dessert
Traditional bûche de Noël


You are all welcome 
No need to be a millionaire even at Christmas

Merry Christmas ou Joyeux Noël



Ma « dinde » aux marrons ne sera pas pour Noël,
C’est la vie, il faut se faire plaisir quand même
une fois dans l’année, 

menu du réveillon à déguster à l’heure qu’il vous plaît,

Foie gras avec un petit verre de Monbazillac,
Escargots au beurre persillé,
coquille Saint jacques au beurre blanc citronné
Petite pause,

Cailles accompagnés de mangue chaude
et de pommes noisette,

Peut être du fromage avec la tournée des grands ducs ( vin local)

Puis le dessert
Bûche de Noël traditionnelle,


Vous êtes tous invités
Pas besoin d’être millionnaire même à Noël

Joyeux Noël

It isn’t like,

“It isn’t that I like her don’t be ridiculous”

It’s not like her warm hazelnut eyes encapsulates my world 

or as if that smooth smile fluters me forgetting all my worries or obligations 

Or as the sun strikes her I cannot imagine how ignorant anyone can be to not adore her 

“Liking is a stretch it’s just that…”

She seems like a dream, euthoria incarnate everything I have adored and yearned for in life

She is like a ray of light 

Or a drop of rain 

A necessity for life 

A necessity for me 

I life without her seems like a dull life, she is the paint that brings life to the artwork 

Like the mona lose to divinci 

A stary night to Van Gogh 

She is my magnum opus, my work of art.

“It isn’t that I like I, I love her.”

E-Juices

She says this vape tastes more like coconuts and chemicals.
I personally found it to taste like fruit from the tropicals.
Now the hazelnut vape stick is part of my personals.

We sat Fused

2.5 cups of chickpeas
2 egg yolks
3 t of lime juice
4 tablespoons of garlic
1/2 onion
1/2 flaked fish
1/2 t of dried thyme
4 T shredded coconut
1 teaspoon of smoked paprika
4 T toasted sesame seeds
2 Tablespoons of flour
2 T cornstarch
deep fat fry in
a mixture of
olive oil and avocado oil.
2 T cayenne
4 tablespoons of powdered cream cheese
drain pea
ground in f. processer
add spices vegies and fish
pulse. add yolk lime juice
make sheres, refrigerate, 
deep fry in olive oil and avocado oil.

mayo
relish
T sour cream
chives
1 T. cognac
dilute spirt with lemon juice.
and honey.

we boiled the country ribs
seasoned them when they were done
and BBQ'd them under a broiler with
a tangy BBQ sauce 

steamed asparagus with
garlic lemon butter

Hazelnut and pound cake
cupcakes with marzipone topping and vanilla icecream dessert.

Determination

When I caught a glimpse of you,
I envisioned our future together.
Your beauty shined brighter 
Than the stair gates to heaven

I get intoxicated when I look
Into your bright and hazelnut eyes.
Your hair glides so effortlessly 
Like my pen’s ink on this page

My body is meaningless compared
To the blessings your soul brings.
Just your presence is enough for 
God to recognize you as his own 

Your lips give me strength to continue on
When I’m down and my core beaten 
Your words uplift me from the wreckage 
I am unstoppable with you by my side

Throughout Heaven Earth and Hell
Nothing will stop me from living an
Eternity with you and your comparison
I would strike down the Devil for it.

No grand reward can derange me 
From finding your love.

Welcome

Sparrows on the hazelnut trees in bloom  
welcome spring. A pleasure to follow  
the small brook that weaves through the trees.  
A little farther, hidden,  
the pale cottage where lives  
the witch who transforms  
the curious  
explorers  
into  
toads.

Our Love in July

Lethal kind heart, your fingernails like morganite daggers
sharp enough to stab my heart from the hearth that you warm
As long as you still light it, my breathing bellows will stoke
your flame, which came from a tight lipped smile that
wish me the most beautiful hellos.

Upon the eve of early July, from which the heat of the sun
becomes aggressive, your freckles blossomed into a bouquet,
that shined aside your elegant dress. Darkened in nature,
the color of the void you wore, yet was molded to your whim,
your radiant, resplendent figure.

For the sake of my sanity I will admire as much as my mind will
allow me to comprehend. Hazelnut hair in waves that flowed
down like opulent bordeaux.. Your legs hidden in stockings, they
muted their glow of moonlight and silk. You are a walking wonder,
the embodiment of immaculate gloam.

Dancing outside a mansion, at a celebration of significant love
I felt my very core absorb all the attendants’ admiration, 
so I may orchestrate the concentrate of my overflowing dam.
To say what may be simple I may admit, but these words are
 pure osmium, 

“I want this feeling for forever, if you would let me share it.”

Sipping Coffee

Remember playtime moments shared.
When as two children, nicely paired,
with clinking spoons or tiny cups
pretended coffee like grown-ups.

And, then you said, I am old enough.
I need the caffeine in this stuff.”
Can you recall the virgin sip,
that burned your mouth and seared your lip?

Sip slowly on a tender tongue,
a smoking brew to overcome,
and wake the hungry nighttime eyes,
with beans of hazelnut surprise.

Black stimulant creeps in the soul
warming a belly from the cold,
a rapid morning’s soothing taste
to comfort one in workday haste.

Too hot to gulp or swallow fast.
The gentle quality must last,
allowing caffeine to sustain
a weary over thinking brain.

A remedy through bitter years
war time tonic, Red Cross cheers.
Whose warmth to these said, "be revived."
"You're sipping coffee and still alive."

1/8/2024

Sur Ces Lignes

Her assignment was to
create a balsamic? Olive oil glaze
for green onions , roasted yellow pepper, cucumber
to accompany a Sour crème and Cheddar Duchess potato
and a Medium Rare Prime Rib
with a tangy creamy herb gravy.
and a hazelnut Tart
with Cream Pastry and Mango
with a Sweet White Muscat de Frontignan wine

springform Pans
Flute Glasses
Pastry bags
whisks
heavy cream

Who sweetens these nights
might those labor that
there perfections
will make an 
evening that much more specail..
" The Fuge Compromist"
   "Wet the Palette "

Haiku

stumbling rocks
on the snow
a goat's step

a running drop
from leaf to leaf
the valley mist

the spotted lake
shimmers its waters
a rainbow curves

buried in white
a fake flower
the tombstone

a lightning strike
the weeping willow
dries its tears

the squirrel leaps
on a tall tree
hazelnut treasures

Incubus

He viewed the room in the attic with distaste.
It had to serve; he had no money to waste.
Getting a job was difficult to find
At night he went without food, everyone was unkind.

Someone, unbidden, entered the room.
A young girl smiled at him and gone was the gloom.
She gave him a hot piping plate he knew not what,
A mixture of coconut, hazelnut and walnut.

He gulped it all, he was not prim
As she sat closely, too closely next to him.
Soon he was kissing those hot lips,
Even though this was not in his script. 

Some days passed and she was always near,
Yet somehow as time went by, he lost all cheer.
Till in the end, he could bear it no more.
She swallowed his soul; death was very sore.

All in the guest house felt he would die unwell
The young girl was never seen but the room smelt of hell.

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