Herb Poems - Poems about Herb

I am walking around Basel The city not the herb I’m not doing a Basel Because Basel is not a verb The streets spew tongue twisters From mouths of many shapes Beautiful river vistas With succulent seedless grapes. In a few hours I wish to emigrate Set up my life in this efficient city After a while I understand It’s not that good, it’s a pity I’m...

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Saman’s herb Oh, samans, from the past, from exotic lands, thank you for my new life Thank you for my new dreams, perspectives, hope, fantasy, and fate Yes, a blocked life got a new direction in his life of you – goodbye past Oh, Samans! I love your life, your first tea was a great blessing to my life I...

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Loretta Devil Loretta Devil She thinks she's queen of the hill When she's hitting that herb at will The smack of her lips, the glaze in her stare All the people beware She's like a star with no skill Watch out for Loretta Devil At first you think she's deranged But then you smell that skunk on the range And realize her eyes are so...

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What Else? (A song-lyric for my late wife, Lorenda) You found all my hiding places, charted all my shifting phases peeling layers like an onion: soaring visionary woman. Flying all the way above blue, what else can I do than love you? Changing lives is easy to do, magic comes so breezy to you. Life for me was too dramatic, nothing was just automatic. Now I'm...

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As the flame of his lighter danced, I was momentarily so entranced. As I began to prepare my pipe, For herb for I am so ready and ripe....

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Now Foreign Medicine, next Forest Herb, Heart rate jumps, floored figure in a kerb; Emergency phoning of a doc Won't to acting like the Hardest Rock "Doc, please, what do I do: I mean, now? Also say 'How' or I'm a dead cow," From now on Doc to know about it. Every fancied healer, full or split... One's clear challenge to be...

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Lavish wicked exile Florid amends futile Beware o’ noxious veins Fatal nature remains Faultless lulling bell Malign lethal quell Belladonna most fair Nary mercy to spare Lavender-hued bane Deceit assured reign Hush now carnal lilt Expiry nigh upon wilt Ne’er partake blithe sip Toxic upon mortal lip Alas formidable jane Elixir harbors chicane...

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Herb In glass Window sill Oregano Spice Dead Crackled Brown curled leaves Completely dry Passed Sick Woman In the home Can not water Green...

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Microwave a mug of water with A bag of Orange Spice herb tea ... Long enough to make it hot, But not burn your tongue – about 85 seconds. Toss the tea bag and stir in two packets of Stevia, then Choose today’s cocoa and measure out two rounded teaspoons. Will it...

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The writing on the wall Explained it was “degenerate”. Don’t ask me. Nazis can be crabby. He took it for the sign it was: ‘If they’d deface some matter of taste, it’s only a matter of time ...’ So he booked and brooked the Rhine, And came to Boston And showed the kids How he made his herb garden. And when I was...

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Herb Garden of Magic Beloved grandson - child with autism - hyposensitive - embraces hugs, dancing and head pressure; designed for him, from our hearts, a magic place of scents and textures – pungent rosemary, feathery dill, aromatic mint, furry sage, sweetest balm and fragrant, woody lavender. little hands smile feel rough smooth prickly soft fuzzy ~ ...

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Just breathe in, violet meadows, lavender’s relaxing elixir, passive perfume permeates the olfactory, ah...such sweet slumber! ...

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mmm was she was she Italian or Hispanic nor either no brainer no breather gasping album cover art a photograph for the tunes on the cover but me under cover for the sales of Whipped Cream & Other Delights or more towards my tongue's fantasy...

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thinking back pulling out putting on vynil dressed in a comfortable coat static free stylistically always came with let me roll up my sleeves rummaging through my own ancient history believing this is what i grew up on and so tapping my arm finding a vein i put the needle on and within me shoots hot things forgotten (my Mum always twisting the knob randomly to today's station [drum roll] jazz and so we would take it in not by nose sniffing but a russian roulette of...

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Read Poetry Soup's censorship blurb And found your muse dropped dead at the curb? Heed this advice: Some spice is nice A little Sage can make Soup superb...

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