Long Apothecary Poems

into the depths of the bell jar

In quiet solitude
    on an autumn night
    i drifted through
    a quotidian quagmire.

fleeting thoughts of stillness
    sparked...

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God Absconded – Holy Saturday

The morning of that blood flow day
As Christ was dragged across the way,
Beaten, scourged, purple mockery,
Crown of thorns, tempting apothecary,
Force walk through city streets,
Hear the screams and shouts, marching feet,
Weight of...

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We ponder Pandora as the person preordained
to unleash a plethora of plagues upon our persons.

But here's what I heard:
Pandora had two sisters,
Persephone and Proserpina.
Pandora perused poetry 
while Persephone practiced petite-point.
But Proserpina possessed the predilection
for picking...

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                  Candied isle presents herself immodestly,
   exposing a proud seduction of 
    ...

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The sow beauty queen’s 
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”

Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings

That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy...

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There once was an alchemist gifted with the mortar and pestle,
Who could combine magic with herbs and wax in a glass vessel.

She used charms and floral elixirs to make enchanted scented candles,
Which melted under flames...

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I was walking no particular direction
One ordinary day
On my regular path
Mulling over my sticks and stones
Charms and dolls
When I saw a familiar door
Fresh painted colors on letters that were  there before
It read “we all...

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" One man's junk is another man's treasure" - author unknown

To some, old collectables and antiques are nothing but junk,
even heirlooms kept safely in their grandmother’s old trunk.
They say antiques sales are diminishing and not...

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The reaper rhymes a rhyme to Riddle me
"Your Castles gone", he said, "now go be free"
But "What" I pray, "will be my Legacy?"
"The air you breathe, these words you speak to me"
 
"But man", I...

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Its way pass midnight
And the full moon comes out to play
The wolves roar echoes across this lonely town
The music’s died down along time now,
There’s a chill creeping up my spine
Eerie paints  this town ...

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Peep this boo message,
if you dare ...

Keyhole knowledge 
of what cha’ see-hear
might give you a fetter scare

It’s best not to wanna know,
if you can’t handle
forced transportation
Or cruel subjugation,
by way of 
cattle prod relocation

This kinda fetter...

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Dear John,

A unique Epitaph you, yourself, penned so well

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water”

Though many have misunderstood your epitaph.
Which means “ Fame and indeed life is fleeting”
Surely your fame was fleeting during...

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Species sundry sentential 
Line the lost lowered loft
Whose weary wayward-ceiled 
Roof raises itself over the lot:
The diverse specimen bottles of pharmaceutic potations,
Mortared and mixed as by the Hawthornean sawbones 
And apothecary, yclept, poetically rendered: "The...

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Pondering how mockingly stupid the word 'cakery' is ~ I've just realised that 'bakery' is also a basic description. I'll trouble myself a while wondering if I've ever asked what either of them sell... I...

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Labyrinthia  P. Babineaux  ……………  The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward

Papa  Babineaux  …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary

Algebra Babineaux  ………………………  The even-tempered Mother

Bumblebee  Babineaux  …………………...

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A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton...

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John Styth Pemberton, do you know what you have done?
You invented something that is popular with everyone.
You occupation was as an Atlanta apothecary.
Whatever you cooked up in your kettle seemed contrary.
Fans of one of your...

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The Storyteller

he is always there, in those glamoured
dream soaked holy days,
etched keenly into the memory
a fixture of the summers
that flowed then melted into one another
to eddy around the stone bench
at noon, in the park of...

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The Green Fairy visits me
From an apothecary jar
And gives me a Commoner’s taste of heaven
Libations for one and all
In close proximity
Not from afar.

In smoke filled rooms
Of curling delights
I see diamonds
Reflected in all the lights
And Illumination...

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High up here,
amid this cold and alone,
my tools might best be
forgiven if they've
long-since forgot
that they deserve better.

But the only lips my teacup
have known are my blurburing two.

The only ink my brush has known
has been that...

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1910 Forever

Let’s see now my little fellow
That will be .14 cents for the dozen eggs
Laid fresh today
.04 for the pound of sugar
Sweeter than a sunny day
.15 cents for the coffee beans
And the conversation is entirely...

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We hired the neighbor kid
to put it all on eBay. He started
with the train-set you bought me on a whim, 
Santa Fe, like the locomotive that pulled me
through Navajo country 40 years ago.
Now, this HO...

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Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell. 

Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.

Apothecary had the perfect answer 
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver! 

Happy she was...

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Winter’s hoar…frost..
has bled the maples
Crimson, marks
the torn throat of morn.

Summer’s sullen forays
have scared the natural
blush of Fall.
Would the wood recover
from the toxic fumes of man?

Radiant the sun which bombs
the atmosphere, a blight of cancer
upon the...

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Let me start without an apology
Because you, honey, need not be in apiculture
Every second you bee apiece apiary
As I fall for your rich honey droop apace

Take me to space if you must but never cause...

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