Long Nutrient Poems
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A is for Avocado, the creamy, green nutritious fat.
B is for Berries, the fruit that keeps your tummy flat.
C is for Chia, most nutrient-dense of all the seeds.
D is for Dandelion - it's more than just a pesky weed!
E is for Eggs, the perfect snack to keep you lean.
F is for Flax - to sprinkle lightly on your greens.
G is for Ginger, the spice that fights off germs and soothes.
H is for Honey, nature's cure for the sweetest tooth.
I is for Iodine - from salt, it keeps your thyroid sound.
J is for Jalapeno, the red-hot kick to melt those pounds.
K is for Kale - to be lightly steamed without the stem.
L is for Lettuce, its popular and crunchy friend.
M is for Milk, for sparkling teeth and sturdy bones.
N is for Nuts - a handful and your tum won't groan.
O is for Oats, fiber-filled and gluten-free.
P is for Pistachios, sly cholesterol's enemy.
Q is for Quinoa, the complete protein that fills you up.
R is for Raisins - a ton of iron in a quarter cup.
S is for Salmon, the oily fish with omega-3.
T is for Tomatoes, nature's very own sunscreen!
U is for Udon, the pasta you can eat guilt-free
V is for Vinegar - it makes dressings low in calories.
W is for Water, which hydrates to de-bloat your gut.
X is for Xylocarp, a fancy term for coconut.
Y is for Yogurt, the probiotic masterpiece.
Z is for Zucchini, which lowers risk of heart disease.
Your body is a temple, I'm sure you've all been told,
So fill it up with healthy foods, and you'll grow young - not old!
(P.S. In case anyone doesn't know, "Quinoa" is pronounced "keen-wah")
For Cyndi's "Z is for Zaria" contest
This woodland stream could be a small English river,
it dibbles and dabbles, it meanders, and has the air
of an old water way, one that never saw the need
to rush or gush.
The small ripples pace themselves; a sepia rivulet
that tugs at a nutrient silt, carrying it down gently
to green pastures.
In autumn the fallen leaves add ocher flotillas
that sail into valley mists, never to return.
April showers refresh the brook,
it waltzes between tufted hillocks,
glides almost giddily between sky and earth.
If the path of the water flow has a name
it is known only to grazing cattle,
that drink of it,
and the meadow lark
that hovers high above the little beck
to sing of its native wandering ways.
Trusting for me has always equaled pain and dysfunction. When things become out of my control, the feelings of non-erotica play tug o way with me as a whole. Needing internal stimulation to produce external growth. I have to repot my soul's bulb in positive nutrient filled soil. The environment needs to be just right, enough open space for the light to shine so my fruits of labor can ripen bright. Attaining the level of comfort within my parts, enough to remove the need to exercise manipulation as an art. Exhausting all wants to comfort every lonely heart. I’m ready to sprout and lengthen my roots with worth and healing and when undug, they can be found. I’ve come to realize I am tired of surviving; I want to live life now. I want to give without being taken advantage of. Learning to rely on my HPs guidance, practice trusting trustworthy people because yes those still can be found. I Acknowledge I am not in control and that is ok. How can a flower bloom if its vision is blurred by someone else’s gloomy day? I need to just stay in my pot and enjoy the sun rays, I am a precious being and I deserve good days.
Yellow chard stain index finger smears my logic puzzle,
Sour cream cilantro splatter quite the quaint “addition”
juicy brain pump lemon zest solution that I guzzle,
number crunching sea salt a spur to intuition
Roasted sweet potato has me snapping at the grid
toting up those lettuce layer 3 by 3 cells
carrot colour pencil point to “whisk” the sums I did
geometric square outside a salad bowl that gels
With mango stone eraser I can sculpt another route
Imagine all those French bean digits driving me insane
kidney bean ensemble sighs “give that row the boot.”
I sniff balsamic vinegar to make quick fixes plain
Sudoku trail incumbent has fresh basil hint in mind
while churning sumptuous avocado neuron cell alert
feasting off that figure fetish nutrient aligned
“You’ll crack this with some bamboo shoot” an Einstein voice might blurt
Basic rule of algorithm leads to Asian aniseed
Check online for symbolic totals, those grains that raise the stakes
rabbit food as tummy loaded “combo” itching to succeed
but one should pause awhile on computation,
for cayenne flavour breaks
Heuristically I dribble walnut fractions on a page
footnote to some taco leaf conundrum
Interlocking data cuts the mustard as we age
Another beetroot slice and cryptic teaser warding
off the boredom
NB I have an acquired expertise with regard to Sudoku
logic puzzles. But I also like to cook.
The nutrients sustain my Sudoku efforts.
Traveler's regrets
He had been a sailor all his life, a traveler trying to find
the boy he left behind in the haste of becoming an adult.
An autumnal leaf falls into a stream, follows its course
but sometimes, there is a tiny inlet where the leaf gets stuck with other debris before getting loose again and drifting where the stream meets, a river that ends in the sea, becomes a mud bank full of nutrient-attracting
red snappers.
Often, he senses the pain the world suffers at the pain of
the futility of life, to stop for a moment contemplating
He thinks the boy will know, he has lived long enough
to not chase rainbows, a fleur-de-lys is but pretty and disappears from view in a dreamy haze
Perhaps it was the voyage that mattered, not how it ends
Nature's green dress sprawls lofty upon the earth,
bursting forth with life abiding foliage,
photosynthesizing perpetual birth
that carries a carpet of created knowledge.
Ivy hems climb to the collar of fir trees,
with moss detail, but not to upstage
frisky fern fringes, flower buttons with bees,
roving clover, shade hostas, and sun sown sage.
From fresh fruit to seed to nutrient soil,
plant life receives light sufficient for each day.
They neither spin their garments nor do they toil,
yet the good Lord clothes them in kingly array.*
Adorned within the fragrant, lush greenery
are creeping critters and miniscule beasts
making tasty tears upon the scenery
as they nibble upon ceaseless fresh feasts.
Through new leaf growth and seed germination,
the green dress prevails with flowing strides,
for our Lord gives hope and restoration,
replenishing her green even as He provides.
*Matthew 6:28-29 KJV
And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
12-4-19
A solitary kernel for lack of succoring nurture aggrieved
From sun's warm caresses seasonally bereaved
With wind's chilling strides constantly plucked, heaved
Lying on fallowed ground whose cloak now desleaved
With frigid mantle over frostbitten spine weaved
Nutrient-rich pores of their cultivating provender relieved
As brittle husk to its fibrous moorings tightly cleaved
So coarse grains to earthen crevices, pockets sheathed
Dormant, but from bludgeoned shell will not secede
Nor Summer's bountiful harvest deed
A sparse, unfurnished bed temporarily bequeathed
Until providentially-rendered elements have new life breathed
Still yet, creator hath numbered all and due rations perceived
Until Spring's availing tides have Winter's corroded channels reprieved
And life's, generating tenants from their frozen prisons freed
VERMILLION AUTUMN
What is autumn to be, what it is to me;
The distance from the sun the earth is to be;
Nutrient not contained far beyond the universe;
Grasses, shrubs and trees losing nutriments;
Like blood leaving from your arms and hands runs;
Leaves losing colors, changing from green to orange, yellow browns;
Alas, tis be a vermillion autumn;
Where the orange, scarlet, crimson;
Bright red scarlet leaves ambers of coral gold ochre chartreuse colors autumn;
Colors running off brilliants hue photoperiodism senescences bottom;
10/09/18
For Vermillion Autumn Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Vermillion Scythe
Preservation quality
such is the essence of my functionality
along endowed saltiness’ purity
especially bestowed by the Creator Almighty.
Sodium chloride is my scientific identity
in human body, I’m an essential entity
helping maintain health’s activity
ensuring muscle and nerve integrity.
Flavor-enhancement magnifies my beauty
surely food-processing pursuits regard me as necessity
toward grand color and good texture intensity
aside from my nutrient-provision capacity.
Indeed I’m a valuable commodity
and I thank God for this significant opportunity…
even the Bible mentions my salt-vitality*
for mankind to consider, surviving against futility.
Mark 9:50 Salt is good: but if the salt have lost his saltness, wherewith will ye season it? Have salt in yourselves, and have peace one with another.
March 8, 2021
Personification in monorhyme
5th place, "SALT" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 3/10/2021.
What is a coconut heart made of?
O’ the distal taste of love for me
Hardening of my left side no longer bleeds
The heart of coconut the coconut palm
So sticks in my breathe
Close to the apex of the stem
Terminal bud so in love folded
Leaves and upper tissues of the stem.
Harden heart, liken Coconut
Heart is a type of heart by a buildup
Plaque sweet juices in side of thee sup flow to the heart.
Savory exterior and a sweet light interior
Coconut reaches it so peak nutrient loving sweet
I taste Saltwater Taffy Flavor
Oooh so favor
And unique, spongy, foam like texture.
Is coconut a fruit or a nut
How rare is a coconut heart
Rare and occurs exclusively middle- aged
Yet so I love the hearted heart
Liken the a shell milky coconut
How can I survive without you?
Minerals and nutrients
Such as potassium, sodium, manganese,
Mine vitamin B, copper, and iron
My beneficial flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
However I can't survive on a coconut-
Your hearten heart, love solid
Coconut my fruit — not a nut. In fact
So falls under a subcategory as drupes
Which are defined as fruits
That have an inner flesh and seed
Surrounded by a hard shell.
Hearted heart I love you ever so still
Botanically speaking, my fibrous one-seeded drupe,
However, when using loose your harden heart fruit
Coconut you be all three a fruit, a nut, and a seed.
Sweet rich milk savors mine lips feed
10/16/23
9th PLACE Win in contest
For “Coconuts Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori