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 lack
Leafy and lively vegetable are now in bloom
Cucumbers and tomatoes will be bearing soon
We also planted greens: mustards and turnips
For reasons unknown, the mustards didn't survive.
But it was about a week ago that I could be seen
in our lovely little garden picking turnip greens
Those greens were the first that I have ever grown
They were grown for eating, not just to be shown
Those greens were tasty, first pick of the harvest
We anticipate only the best from all the rest.
Categories:
mustards, garden,
Form: Rhyme
Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
Rounded, angled, and yielding.
Circled valley, meadows, fields,
shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
rust and mustards flying.
Upward outward, textured daybreak,
quiet breezes low:
Close encounter, canvas earth,
to view, to feel, to grow.
Categories:
mustards, beauty, creation, earth, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
quintessence of fall
her mustards and tangerines
multicolored leaves
her trees turning black
pumpkins smile at harvest moon
crow glides in on wind
october sunset
her broken yellow corn stalks
thanksgiving coming
Categories:
mustards, october,
Form: Haiku
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 my husband and I adore them, hold their taste the most dear.
Others can have their ketchups, mustards, mayonnaise, and such.
Onions are flowing around in soup and whatever else we dream up
We have a pile of onions in the laundry room, behind the wall of clothes'
If they were found to be nuclear, we would pretty much be okay to glow.
Onions on the counter, onions on the stairs, onions in my dreams.
We love them in all capacities, even fried, and boiled with our beans.
I know it sounds excessive, but I learned about them from my mother
They are supposed to have healing properties, according to her brother
We are never sick, so maybe onions have saved us some hospital time
We raise them in the garden, and they come out tender and so fine.
Onions in our meatloaf, in chili, and other wonderful homemade dishes.
Please let us enjoy our onions, they increase the taste of fishes.
Categories:
mustards, food,
Form: Rhyme
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
flow south to north
in a mix of fading paled rainbows.
Dark greens once ebony emeralds
slip into yellowing mustards
regular, bold and spicy.
Reds burgundy wined flow to rosier blends
of umber brittle and browning
free floating on the air stream.
Today, summer is finally done
bowing low in the cool winds
of autumn’s entrance.
Tomorrow lay in quiet hold
sullen, somber and stiff cold
waiting on the melancholic white of winter,
For the moment though,
fall harvests the pumpkins and yellow maize
a bounty for the cribs and sculptors.
Winter bids time, waiting turn
listening for the call
imparting Indian Summer goodbyes.
Categories:
mustards, autumn, change, winter,
Form: Free verse
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 followed a goblet. Whilst the hat of harmony is worn by willows and silver didactic energetic gorillas in many many trees. In one sentence describe a box of feathers. In one word epitomise a leaf. In a bud calling to many fabled ranked arcs. Many times sing. Sing to the shapes of the insence sticks . Twice times a chicken equals creamy egg. Whilst juice boiling could be quite harmonic. Seat flamed then. Oh good. Play not a pick of puck. And peck not a bacon tree. Dancing delivering design. Xxxx polarization xxxx
Categories:
mustards, allusion, blessing,
Form: I do not know?
Walking on this green grassy path
In the far spread fields of flowery mustards
Provides a priceless relief to my oh! Tired soul;
Better than the meditating monks feel
In solitude, in the stupas on the Himalayan hilltops;
Where light winds blow continual,
And duck-birds dive in and dance.
And it at first saddens a bit, later making me smile,
When I find it, at places, often,
How my old innocent farmer neighbor
Has secretly budged the stony boundary marks.
Categories:
mustards, nature, satire,
Form: Free verse
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 and spread
Without the piercing nails of the thorns
Blow
Blow hurriedly, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Blow across the length
Blow across the breadth
Of this fagging farm
And let the labours not be vain.
Blow
Blow right now, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
Don’t leave the weed to grow
And share food with precious mustards
What become of the yield?
If the weeds in pride are left to live.
Blow
Blow thither, blow
Wind of recourse
Blow
And let the crops be free
From those hateful weeds
It’s then the farm shall rejoice
Like one with lasting splendour.
Categories:
mustards, freedom,
Form: Verse
The sunrays showered the treetops
pooling little puddles of light
on the predominance of shade
that claimed the beaten path below;
seemingly ebbing and flowing
caused by the rustle of the trees.
Tiny cabbage white butterflies
in their spiral flights dip and rise
ostentatiously frolicking
amidst the warm illuminates
occasionally alighting
the myriad garlic mustards
that dominate the ground layer
laying their next generation.
Categories:
mustards, nature, seasons,
Form: Verse
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 LANGUAGE.
ONLY IN HEAVENLY TONGUES..
MUSTARDS SEEDS REQUIRE A SPECIAL KIND OF DIET.NATURAL FOOD WAS FOR THE FLESH.THE SOUL REQUIRE THE BOOK OF GENESIS;AND BY THE
NINTH MONTH IT WAS FEEDING ON SOME REVELATIONS... THIS WAS JULIANT.BRINGING ME TO THAT MARVELOUS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
MY MUSTARD SEED IS IN THE BIRTH CANAL.FATHER GOD PREPARED ME FOR THIS SEASON.NOW, MY TIME HAS ARRIVED TO PUSH MY MUSTARD SEED THROUGH...
PUSH OUT YOUR SINS AND REPENT.
PUSH OUT YOUR STRONGHOLDS YOU KNOW..
PUSH OUT YOUR DELIVERENCE
PUSH OUT THE WATER FOM THE TEARS YOU CRIED
AND THE PETITION PRAYERS YOU SENT UP TO THE SKY.
PUSH OUT YOUR GIFTINGS....
NOW HERE COMES THE ANNOINTED
DESTINY.....IS HER NAME...........
Categories:
mustards, dedication, devotion, education, faith,
Form: Free verse
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 beyond the bound;
I don’t know who I am
But, I know one thing
You’re my sense, you’re my sensation
You’re my passion, you’re my temptation
You are the one and will be the one
“whom” I won’t forget as
you’ll always be in my “little heart”
and as long as the time wait for me
you’ll remain “my creation”
Categories:
mustards, love, me,
Form: I do not know?