Long Mustards Poems

Langbe jinna
When liquid crystals fall in spontaneous spatter
And earth release scintillating scent 
To the face of a haughty sky

Langbe jinnaq
When watery diadems drop  ceaselessly
And bonny limbs sprout in smart salute
jostlling for the affection of...

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Full of doubt. About survival of the species and my own.
A plague of tent caterpillars, worse than an infestation,
an insurgency that has left the sky naked, bones revealed,
trees knee deep in webbing.

Another way to look...

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See there, the flowering fields,
To the afar—with flies the mustards dance
Under the sunny spring’s sweet sky.

See there the snowy crags and gorge,
There the foresty slopes;
 There the stony mount’s half-lit and half-hid in clouds’ shade.

See...

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Onions in my meatloaf, in chili, and in sloppy Joe's they make us smile
In scalloped corn, and of course mashed potato gravy once in a while
Onions are chopped, ready to be slopped into everything here
For...

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I'M PREGNANT WITH DESTINY.THIS WASN'T A NORMAL PREGNANCY.
IT STARTED LIKE A MUSTARD SEED; IT GREW INSIDE ME LIKE A
BABY...THE FEELING I FELT WASN'T IN WEBSTERS DICTIONARY...
WORDS THAT MORTAL MAN CAN NOT DESCRIBE IN THE ENGLISH...

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Just yesterday, 
        there was only a subtle hint
	of autumn color.
Today, the single tree fades
	into yellows, oranges and reds
	no longer a solitary hued figure.
A cluster of distant trees...

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Blow
Blow now, blow
Wind of recourse 
Blow 
Sweep the thistles off
Their rooted feet
Clear the sharp thorns 
Off the fertile farm.

Blow 
Blow quickly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Let the millet grow in peace
Without the troubling weed
Let the spinach bloom...

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Ten ton mustards often evaporate causing much interesting sensations that even a cactus fraction could be expelled. Oh repugnant thoughts of stale galactic breads. Why ponder in a wind tunnel? 8 interlocking beetle chambers. Much...

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There is plenty of sunshine beaming down,
And plenty of water too; enough to astound
There has been an abundance of rain,
Moisturizing major crops of grain

And our vegetable garden out back
Appear to be thriving and has no...

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Again, I come back to those thoughts
the one appearing as
those beautiful pots;
Among which you’re
just smiling as a “flower”;
Your innocence, your nature
Your beauty, your words..
like “yellow mustards”
that spread all around 
leading me and my thoughts
to go...

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