Long Bergamot 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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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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"Volupte Mysterie" 



Fallen and risen
the volupte She ...

considers 

Her gods
are found
sore and wanting 

a new life 
breathing in 
a new world

she walks 
in dreams 
she sleeps

in as much as
heaven and hell 
exist

here on this Earth
they...

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I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this...

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NOT JUST ANOTHER WALK IN THE PARK

After biscuits for breakfast at Mama’s Boy…an Athens, Georgia landmark
we decided to walk off our calories with a stroll through Dudley Park.

Dudley Park is a beautiful place…not huge by...

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Her shadow pierces the verdant threads
Secluded within the expanse of changing seasons
Existing within the swaying breeze that trickles 
Crimson sparks flicker like fireflies along the winding ripple

Notes of bright bergamot and dark berries intoxicate her...

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Saphire is the vaulted dome, the blue arch of the sky
Interspersed with plumes and dunes (the white clouds rolling by)
   The grasses, plants and flowers, entangled, sway and bend
   In the...

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Tea kettle steam and curtseys greet queenly company.
"Quaint" dainty danishes are dazzlingly displayed
with quintessential utensils and dishes.
Stenciled place cards display exclusive names.
Respective guests, formally dressed, rest with "poise."
Facing "platinum" plates gently lie on lace doilies.
Coral...

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Larkspur blooming in the garden,
With violets in the dell;
Ask to beg some pardon,
Because their petals fell.

Roses climbing on the wall,
Reach up to find the light;
While lilies standing oh so tall,
Have throats that sing delight.

Columbine is...

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She waits with her aged, folded hands

Hands with deep veins and those age spots

Hands that picked and shelled beans so grand

After her trips to garden plots

 

Where the sun bakes those who have-not

Only they, her...

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Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
—Poet Stirring Up Suspense

IT IS TIME FOR TEA

It is time for tea, a giddyup I need.
Water is boiling in the glass pot.
Sublime...

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A  Simple Pleasure

A simple pleasure in simple lines

Frosty mornings, that wear fuzzy slippers,
Bundled against the dawning amber chill
To watch the early robins through misted windows
With fragrant Lady Grey in stoneware mugs
And crispy buttered English...

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Written: December 28, 2023

Beneath the shades
of velvet shadows
swarms of amber
luminance of daylight
and elusive flits
of faerie embers.
Veiled in jeweled which
rhymed with 
Calyx elixir tints
of moonlit hues,
wings of light fractals
of burnished baubles.

Serendipitous breeze
scribbling rimes 
of a runic serenade
in glints...

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“dans le heure bleue"



My skin feels alive
when you are 
next to me
blood pulsing
from the core
of me
Root Chakra Red
My throat exposed
the Wolf now
lies next to me
in my warm bed
savage and smiling 
he is seen, he
smells of...

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Trudging up a slate strewn track,
storm clouds gather.” Let’s turn back.”

As expected son slips over,
knee is cut, face like thunder.

“We should have turned left by the wall, 
but, as usual you know it all.”

Two hours...

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A cup of tea is what I need to start off each and every day
and if that tea is going to get me through then it must be Earl Grey

I am not quite sure what...

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Her Friends Call Her….. Sun Tea


O the glass jar waits for time
To turn her tea inside sublime

She takes her place among clay pots
Of Parsley, Bay leaf, Bergamot

Her friends have flown in from above
The Blue Jay,...

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Refreshing balm of scented leaves
imbued with flavours to excite
the palette, or relax the mind;
A beverage of pure delight.

Those silky leaves of olive green
From sloping hillsides far away,
now withered, bring me constant cheer
reviving spirits every day.

For...

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LONESOME WILLOW

L onesome Willow all alone,
O nly you this spot has grown.
N ot one other shares this spot,
E lm or Birch or Bergamot.
S eems to me such beauty rare,
O ne shouldn't hide, it should be...

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