white snow pushed aside
gravel leaves its greying mark
dirty snowman stands
In the dark of the night, my loneliness
Seeps through the window,
Dissolving into the moonlight.
Upon the table lies
A single chili pepper, stained in green,
And half a clove of garlic, exposing its bare flesh.
The pepper burns my whole self
As if setting the tip of my tongue ablaze,
While the garlic—even fiercer than the pepper—
Makes me briefly forget who I am.
I sit before them in silence,
Facing my own reflection
Deep within the pepper and the garlic.
Solitude is a place
Where different existences on a single plate
Depart, as though filling the vacant spaces between them.
Yet,
When the two merge into one,
My solitude proves
That I am still alive.
it is black pepper
amazing medicinal
the silent doctor!!
I live in the green pepper cottage the faerie told me
Down the lane a piece, over the bridge, next to a tree wee
That is not much of a hint, I said, do you have another?
You cannot miss me said this faerie named Other.
I was not optimistic, but I wanted to see her house.
Where she lived with a monarch butterfly and tiny mouse.
I followed the directions, fearful I would not find it that day.
But it was a green pepper made into a cottage, bright green and gay.
You're like the pepper in food,
You make life spicy but good,
Too much of you is too strong,
Too little of you is just wrong.
With you every day is exciting,
It's either intense love or fighting,
Just like magnets with changing poles,
We're humans with restless souls.
With you it never gets boring,
You're selfish but also adoring,
You are like fire and ice,
The most beautiful spice.
One day when we'll both be old,
If I'm grumpy and shrinky and bold,
If I'm weak and I can't hold my pee,
I hope you'll still love me.
Black pepper
The silent doctor
Greatly beneficial
Grace
Not defined
Immediately obvious..
But seemingly veiled
By salt and pepper...
My salt and pepper shakers were risqué
Shaking their booties night and day
I told my husband to put them away
It was his mother who thought they were gay
I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday
Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away
I said to my husband please take them to Kay
That is his mother, who thought they were gay.
I want Dr. Pepper
a bottle won’t do
not a sprite or mountain dew
just Dr. Pepper my love
Dr. Pepper simply comes above
whatever shall I do
without my Dr. Pepper
the most beautiful of all drinks
not having Dr. Pepper stinks
my love for it will not pass
those other drinks can kiss my ass
only the dr of pepper will stay true to my heart
so good I could fill a whole shopping cart
if I had Dr. Pepper my day would be great
if Dr. Pepper was I man I’d turn straight
my love for Dr. Pepper is insurmountable
Dr. Pepper is unforgettable
Dr. Pepper makes the world a better place
and every night before dinner I’ll say my grace
and thank the Lord for Dr. Pepper
the silent doctor
ancient earliest known spice
so carminative
should be used little little
good for skin and more uses
Green pepper wanted
To start out on his on
He knew what he wanted
The minute he left home
For green pepper it didn’t
Work out as plan
He was only
Trying to be a man
And ended up with
His head in the sand
Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag
These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what she ought
She marched down that runway in an elegant way.
Not caring about the mongrels who were watching that day
Her reds and her pinks were made by famous fashion designer Glee.
He only designed for a few actresses and film stars as important as she.
Pepper had given him his start, and she did this as a favor to him.
He had asked her to smile, but that would have cost extra with vim.
"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…"
Every time I hear a kid recite this twisted rhyme,
I'm 'minded how 'gainst Mother Nature it's a crime.
What that peck of peppers was no one can tell,
Perhaps banana, jalapeño, cherry, bell.
But whate'er they were, it's plain, at least to me,
That such a peck as that came off no bush nor tree.
For years this simple nursery flaw
Has scraped, and scoured, and rubbed me raw,
And in my very craw the thing's been sticking.
So to bring the problem up to date,
And to try and set the record straight,
I've checked with Vlasik, Clausen, Kraft,
And all agree the notion's daft
That peppers can be pickled prior to picking.
Author's note: Of course, there could have been a typo in the original manuscript, and Peter actually "packed a peck of pickled peppers", or maybe Peter, himself, was partially "pickled" when he picked 'em.
Entered in Tom Woody's Nursery Rhyme Wackiness Poetry Contest on July 16, 2024.
red hot cayene pepper
bit my tongue ~ mouth like a snake
I need an ice cube
Salt
Cellar by cellar on the cupboard shelf
I fell for you and crave you for myself
You look handsome in your sparkling glass pot
I imagine you'd be tasty and hot.
It'd be lovely to sprinkle together,
There for each other through stormy weather
I'm extremely salty, guess you'd agree
That if we marry, companions we'd be.
Pepper
You're a fine looking lass, I love you lots
Made for each other in matching glass pots
So fine and lovely, in your gown of white,
Would you marry me and become my wife.
Seasoning forever, to have and hold,
My darling will you wear my ring of gold
We'll grow older together tenderly
A match made in Eden are you and me.
Salt and Pepper
And so the wedding for them went ahead
A glorious day it has to be said
Pepper was proud of the bride at his side
Salt wore a smile and a gleam in her eyes.
Salt never stopped sneezing throughout their lives
Yet never complained, she sensed it unwise
Her salty kisses made Pepper’s lips sore
He never confessed, just kissed evermore.
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