Long Allspice Poems

Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Like an allspice incensed quartet chorus,
the spirit of the living Word unveils before us.
Holy foundational page corners turn
in cardinal winds as red letters churn,

proclaiming the Gospel to each earthly corner,
through bolted borders, even reaching the...

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I cannot read small labels, my eyes don’t see so well
The labels on my spices: a culinary hell.

I came up with a system; it’s pretty hard to beat,
‘Cuz most of what I cooked before was...

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Sasha Marie woke up early, getting her healing herbs ready for market.
She was bringing the masses the ones they liked the most.
St. John’s Wort, thymes, catnip, allspice, and eye of newt.
Eye of Newt made her...

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1 3/4 cups = all purpose flour
1 tsp = baking powder
1 tsp = baking soda
1 tsp = salt (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = ground cinnamon (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = ginger (opt -...

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Ode to Autumn

Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces
Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies
Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces
Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies

Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves...

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Planning on a birthday treat for my man;
from Polish descent, I’ll do what I can.
The rollmops was just one of his vices.
One bruises with rolling pin the spices:
juniper berries, allspice, cloves. Sieves
peppercorns mashed with freshly...

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They say girls are made of everything nice.
We do not know the combinations of sugar and spice.
However, you are a woman that is special to me.
Without a doubt, you have a unique recipe.
There must be...

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From fruit scones, to meat pie,
Apple crumble and coffee cake,
Sunday tea was amazing,
Because, my Granny sure could bake.
Secret ingredients, she wouldn't divulge,
Passed down from years gone by,
When I look back on those days,
It brings a...

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Overjoyed at the prospects
Pumpkins orange and ripe
Totally ready dot the field 
Intermingled with weeds
Mature ready to be eaten
Ickle one, not a few
Summer nurtured the crop
Turned the field into apricot
Iconism for his optimism
Captured in that glorious...

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BEAUTIFUL FALL

Brisk the breeze that shivers the pines,
Excites the mind, in throes of daydreams,
About escaping from the tests — that litter of
Untimely pop quizzes of consequence.
Thrust the football — enervate the bleachers!
Irradiate the touchdown of...

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