EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true
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Categories:
parsley, beautiful, color, earth, imagery,
Form: Alliteration
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52624 Gratitude
The mall, this desk, this
Pen, my hands work, my handiwork
Priests, vampires, blue paint
Salt, garlic,
parsley, sage,
rosemary
&
time.
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Categories:
parsley, 12th grade, anxiety, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
The Parsley Sage
heavy-footed
he tramps his
wisdom on her
renaissance carpet
she gives him
thick coffee and
sits him in a chair
far too small
he stares about
the room & talks
about nothing in
particular, but
thinking all the
time about time
she smiles and
does not understand
he clutters out
confused by her
incomprehension
stumbling over his
tears.
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Categories:
parsley, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Parsley and Beyond
In this, the fairest city of romance, and inside the marvelous museum
to which I have made my first pilgrimage as a lover of art,
I stand in contemplation, mesmerized by my first look at an original Renoir.
I catch sight of a vision even more spectacular across the room from me!
Involuntarily, I gasp!
Those sweet sparkling eyes! That
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Categories:
parsley, passionme, me, smile,
Form: Narrative
Parsley
Nowadays, it seems that most dinners are served with a sprig of parsley.
Mister Cordon Bleu, I'd prefer that it be used rather sparsely!
I suppose it makes a fanciful garnish, but that is open to debate.
The stuff serves no useful purpose and just clutters up my plate!
Should I find a sprig of parsley embellishing my plate,
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Categories:
parsley, food
Form: Rhyme