Mustard Poems - Poems about Mustard

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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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Songs of eternity poets romance Words of sagacity —lyrical dance (Dreamsleep: March, 2023)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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Ode to Sling Blade Mustard and biscuits sleeping alone in the shed what is family GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA...

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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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