Mustard Poems

Mr Mustard Comes Tonight

Rig rag
Shaggy rag
Rip, rip, rip,
Wrinkle in the water
A wilder whisper
Crepuscular crème brûlée.

What is madness really?
Have I not a wordly thought?
Wordly jumble,
Words, words, words,
Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. 
Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle,
Up of green and purple trumpets, 
Sickly technicolour cuddle.

Circadian bunny pudding.
Hullo, there it is again!
I saw it there, just there!
Did not. But

The Mustard Seed

The smallest of seeds falls and amalgamates with the earth.
Amidst dust to dust, mist, manure, and moisture gain rebirth.
Leaf evolution, stem elongation, and florescence
With sun-lit yellow blooms, it reaches its adolescence.

Like a vulture, it spreads its wings of bold bushy branches.
Towards giving rest to birds of all kinds, it advances.
From a wheatish tone, the colour

The Mustard Seed

Tiny! Chocolate grain! Medicine for the mind and heart!
In nature's senses of flavours, doesn't this play a part?
Didn't it look granule-like when you the Trinity sowed?
It grew like your kingdom, sheltering the humble and proud.

Calming the heartache, stilling the mind, strengthening the bones
The shrub grown out of the mustard seed withstands all cyclones.
Dead in summer!

I Can't Find the Mustard

This sandwich is destitute 
And the dijon has expired

A miraculous vision appeared to me, a gentle lady
One who gloriously gazed on my face 
What is the life of but Art and Science?
The Shepherd's Dream? 
When there are no living to remember the dead.
God knew of the culpability
The rearrangement of kitchen condiments 
The kitchen being a

Mustard Seed Size Faith

The garden of your dreams, it contains reality’s seeds,
Potential flowers of success or many a failure’s weeds.
Due to the thoughts we choose, doubt or fear will loom,
The mind is the husbandman; seeds of faith it’ll bloom.

No need for a giant sequoia, not even a towering pine,
Only humble mustard seed faith, inspired by the divine.
Quite small

A Mustard Seed

a Mustard Seed

I want to be like a mustard seed
Not a mustard seed 
But what it grows up to be

I want to be the smallest
That grows up to the be the biggest
The one no one sees
Until I sprout my leaves

I want to be a mustard seed
Not the seed
But what it grows up to be

I can

Mustard Yellow

Canada is afire and I’m confused, shouldn’t the snow put that out?

The Boston sky is an interesting shade of mustard yellow,
and there’s a pale orange haze where the sun should be.

Lisa, drowsily asleep-walked into the kitchen for her morning coffee. 
“So this is Mars,” I observed, “Elon Musk will be so jealous.”
“Good,” Lisa said, “I

Red Mountain

red mountain
stands still
black ribbon 
cuts between 

you aren't always
still
not if by faith
I can cast you into the sea

still 
is never 
forever
but still we are

not so long
have I 
not been the traffic
cutting between 

still 
to know something

I would cast you into 
the sea
but these problems
I need 

red mountain
big rough ugly 
barren pile of rocks
you comfort me

vultures,

Mustard Seeds

Songs of eternity
poets romance
Words of sagacity  
—lyrical dance 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

A Jar of Mustard and Ketchup Too

Yes you are lacking in basic culinary skills
your cooking is wanting for a flavor thrill
And heaven knows you'll never make a savory dish
so close your eyes and use the chefs last wish
Food too plain and bland what do you do
get that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Don't be shy tastebuds counting on you
open that jar

Mustard Seed, Mustered the Courage To Write

It is not just a mustard seed,
It is associated with smell, sights, people and memories,
Crackling mustard seeds and curry leaves,
In the pan filled with hot-oil,
Mother shouting to keep the tin back in place,
In the rack where it belonged,
Memories of time spent with my mother in the kitchen,
Food was always a way to the heart,
Mustard was

From Mustard Seed Did Grow

I saw a little tree today,
from mustard tree did grow.
For when i was but a toddler,
I stood three feet below.

And by the little tree today,
two squirrels chasing tails.
And as I stepped by closer, they
ran up it's wooden scales.

Above the little tree today,
a large bright feathered bird.
With wingspan of a tennis court,
colour of lemon curd.

Inside the

Faith

FAITH

Oh boundless faith
You are a gift
How do we get it?
Less it's too late.

Oh help not far
The fall of man
Or a woman,
God is so near.

Mustard and Biscuits

Ode to Sling Blade

 Mustard and biscuits
   sleeping alone in the shed
     what is family


       GINSU - KNIFE   EASTPORT , MAINE  USA

Man Married Mustard His Name Was Ketchup-

Once relished was ketchup married; 
He liked mustard so he married; 
It was rather new; 
But not very Yahoo;
Condiment life so unwarried;

10/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

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