Long Habanero Poems

Pablo...according to me (Part 1a), read Part 1b to finish

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(1) Left Profile of a Woman with Blue Hair
   The lass you slay here...

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the evening was a beautiful blue
when i got home from my workday

i went to the mailbox, retrieved a pile
and quickly perused the stack

i saw it quickly and was surprised,
my brother got a "handwritten note"

no return...

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Momentary lapse of reasoning
behind exemplary seasonings 
give way to life's spicy habanero 
awesomesauce.
Life's seasoning of sweet-&-sour puckers
Sweet puckering of every souring breath.

Life's wicked stammer nailing it 
like a swift hammering blow 
squashing pinpoint accuracy.

Strawberry daiquiris...

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Their love simmered upon a gentle range
Fanned until it burst into fiery flame
Fueled with lively passion it sparked exchange
Year upon year it couldn't be quenched or tamed  

Renewed each spring like the gardenia's bloom
Sending...

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Ah, at a magnificent place 'twas
this ball held!
With gorgeous jam debutantes,
arriving one by one.
Sorry you were not there!
To behold the debutantes and
their escorts gliding down the 
winding stairs
Such beautiful faces,and all 
superbly trained in fine...

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Abstracts hang:
sterling silver frames,
matted in motif,
celebrating Artist.
An exhibit, ten years old,
collects dust, forcing recollection.
The mortuary – Boyhood Curiosity.
Mother: Naked. Stretched. Stiff. Grey.

Tin baking dishes engulfed the counters.
Great aunts and second cousins crowded our sofas.
Somber chatter...

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There once was a jokester fellow
Who switched the hot habanero 
A mild sweet banana bought
One tender succlent sought 
When orange pepper he bit bellowed

My husband bought some peppers for our garden.
He wanted me to make...

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Traveling through the land, 
I was told that I would receive hot food 
once I reached the YUCATAN. 
My taste buds are of fire 
As the flame kisses my lips and tongue. 
Oh Pavlov, can...

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It was a boomerang love affair
of "once upon a midnight dreary"
preponderances mid ecstasy & woe
obliterating affection's sensibilities, 
strategic mid tomorrow's yesterdays
[nectar'd apricot marmalade honey
neath sizzling hot habanero spices]
doused with tears betwixt fiery tumult
and indescribable embraced...

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