Silent cries of depressed,
Needs care and love,
Hallucinations meds, electric shock,
Replace them with Vitamin-B-complex.
I'm baked
I'm baked
One toke is all it taked.
chamber pot plesure
A little dab'l do ya
lightening wax and wane
In honor of our new baby blooms, you are cordially invited to our annual tea. This year we are serving a plethora of herbals, for your sipping pleasure: Peppermint pep, Chamomile comfort, Rose repose, are among them.
This year we are serving the local honey with lavender and lemon (optional); it will relax you to promote your
tea-time bliss.
We also have a poet for your entertainment, as one of the Poppies has penned, quite a bit of wit!
Cinnamon and ginger have graciously volunteered; to regale you with some spicy stories.
The Vanilla beans have baked some wondrous sugar cookies;
they’ll surely delight your palate.
We’ll be decorating with morning glory vines and aromatic, tea roses; It’s only appropriate.
Come one, come all and gather with us; for some flowery delights, herbal and tasty cups of tea.
RSVP to Snapdragons by March 1st.
Hail I will a heart centered healing that can heat
Head, heart and hands and that’s why I heartily rhyme;
Heart it heals like holy herbal; he heartily does tweet,
He – nature’s hero, hails in his rhyme her heart, prime.
Hence, here, I hire his heroic healing writing
Heigh, ho – heigh ho, in this holly wintry season
Hay, ho, I hire his healthy system of fighting:
Healing heart through rhyming, for a worthy reason.
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 22, 2020)
Dec. 21, 2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
she sniffled
into a
tissue
saying
she was
cold
my tongue
tip touch of
her forehead
felt hot
so to stop
future coughs
rubbing
crushed
mustard and
garlic on her
chest
marinating
while making
two separate
pots of tea
one which is
ginger mint and
honey
the other
valarian
root the
smell of
a boiling
bootless
sock
she will
drink so
that
she will
sleep
while i
watch
over
her
in my
heart
Herbs are so very savory
Each has its own great flavor.
Racing to my garden eagerly,
Beyond the veggies I do favor,
A whole lot of aromatic things,
Like thyme, rosemary, even sage.
Some folks prefer their food quite
Plain without taste or any fun;
Really though, that’s no delight
Instead away, I want to run.
No bland meals for my palate;
Kindly add some herbal sprinkles.
Let me enjoy some savory respite;
Exciting flavors make my tongue tingle.
Such delectable basil and parsley vittles.
I used to be a big coffee drinker
Had to have my four or five cups
Of real fresh brewed coffee
Not for me the weak instant coffee
Of decafe coffee or herbal fake coffee
But over time coffee caught up to me
And now I can not handle the real deal
And I am forced to drink decafe coffee
Which is a kind of fake coffee to me
Or herbal coffee
Which is entirely fake
Designed to taste like the real thing
But without that caffeine kick
That true coffee drinkers crave
Since we are all caffeine addicts at heart
Just need that rush to get going
And keep going
And the fake coffee
Just does not do the trick
And so, I am doomed
To drink decafe coffee
And fake coffee
Missing my real cup of coffee
Until the I enjoy the last drop
HERBAL TEA
The booze ran through Terri but she
kept peeing as fast as can be.
The money ran out,
She started to shout:
"From now on I drink herbal tea!"
***
Part of Jan Allison's latest limerick collaboration: DRUNK IN A BUNK :)
October 25, 2016
I saw a cat wounded on her body,
I was sad and thoughts of measures remedy,
I noticed the cat,
Near a plant sits,
Bitting the root of it,
In days I saw the cured cat,
Daily an apple like medicine for people,
Indian acalypha,a herbal plant for cats!
I
Rosemary
Peeling back the layer,
reaching into my pain.
Bleeding at the touch,
and seeping through with tears.
Relishing such agony,
I'm luscious and alive.
Writhing in ecstasy,
I await your penetrations.
Blood flows from my lips,
onto these pages.
Staining white with black,
you adore this outpouring.
Christened poetry,
and laid to rest with hate,
my children are all stillborn,
and shall take my name.
II
Sage
Forever unto me you sing,
my songbird, my lullaby.
Eternity is not enough,
I demand you for longer.
Canary, you are yellow!
Corruption breeds decay.
Look at all your reapings,
prizes from my hand.
The nature of a vulture,
the talons are so sharp.
A beak used for singing,
is just as good for pain.
Inflict this race with hate,
tear them all to shreds,
label them demonic,
and rise again from ash.