Eating your leafy words
Is wise,
Not absurd,
Not a vitamin guise.
Sweet logorrhea of crimson carrots
And great golden potatoes
With blueberry beauties
Nibbling newborn walnuts.
Sage sachets invoke lucid lentils lore,
Rosy resonance forevermore.
The tastiest side salad awaits
With vanilla visions for all my mates.
I'm coherently linking leafy greens,
A poet's realm of vegetable things.
Linking lavender to raspberry resonance,
Merry mustard seeds, and petite pumpkins.
Starlit sunflower seeds are swirling
While the ivory cauliflower is boiling,
And raspberries on broomsticks baffle
The mischievous umber mushrooms.
Those who eat dinner with me
Will digest split pea poetry,
A discerning dinner with glee,
Filling our carefree cups with timeless tea.
PUMPKIN PATCH
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Pumpkins are the sweetness of autumn, the suns of the earth reflecting our own star radiating hearth-spun orange upon the earthy brown.
equinox draws near
pumpkin season arising
pumpkin spice far, near
a misty morning
pumpkins laying on the ground
fall leaves everywhere
sitting in a pile
pumpkins wait for Halloween
for smiles to return
PUMPKIN KING
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Lo! A sight to behold, a vision wonderous,
a majestic pumpkin, round and full of grace
with skin, a masterpiece in orange, sublime.
With fingertips soft, I trace its curves,
marveling at how nature creates and serves,
for every line and curve crafted by Nature’s hand.
This one pumpkin, oh how it spoke to me
whispering tales of fall's delight,
of warmth, comfort, and cozy nights.
I cradled it close, the pumpkin king,
a symbol of reigning abundance, seasonal delight
for within its depths, flavors rich and seeds galore.
With reverence, I carried off my find,
grateful for the magic of Nature’s simple things--
the pumpkin king, perfect in form and design.
Days grow short, and nights draw near.
On our porch pumpkin king reigns, round and true,
a symbol of seasonal change.
HERE’S TO YOU, PUMPKIN PIE!
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the morning sun rises high and bright
pumpkin pie for breakfast—oh, what a delight!
the crust is flaky, the filling so sweet,
cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger—what a treat!.
I take a bite, and oh, such heavenly bliss,
the flavors meld, a culinary kiss.
the pumpkin puree, its spices swirl
flow with whipped cream, a dream for this ol’ girl.
so let the critics say, "Pie for breakfast? No way!"
I'll take a slice, come what may.
so here's to you, dear pumpkin pie.
I don’t care if you go straight to my thighs.
EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE, ‘TIS PUMPKIN SPICE!
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The leaves haven't even thought about turning,
still stubbornly clinging to summer's green,
but the grocery store screams orange.
You see them, the usual suspects, transformed.
Twinkies, once golden vanilla sponge cakes,
now a suspiciously orange hue,
promising pumpkin spice bliss.
Hostess Cupcakes, frosted swirls of autumnal delight,
their chocolate depths now haunted
by the ghost of gourd.
Oreos, America's favorite cookie,
now betraying their chocolate heart
for a limited-edition fling
with their pumpkin spice centers.
And M&Ms, ah those little,
candy-coated spheres of madness,
each one a tiny, orange lie,
whispering of harvest festivals
and sweater weather.
‘Tis a pumpkin spice apocalypse,
a sugary sweet, nutmeg and cinnamon invasion.
I laugh, a little crazed, a little delighted.
Bring it on, I say,
to the Twinkies, the Hostess cupcakes,
the Oreos, the M&Ms,
let pumpkin spice reign supreme!
Yes, let's be honest,
it's ridiculous, but
I'm totally here for it.
Now, where’s the pumpkin spice Pepto Bismol?!
Sneaking through the graveyard
in the dead of night
to a hidden garden
in full moonlight
you want to be careful better beware
the fiery eyes
of the scarecrow's stare
if the spell is broken
you open Pandora's Box
and it's lights out
for the jack-o-lanterns
they're in for a nasty shock
you have to be careful better beware
the Halloween screams
of your worst nightmare
'cause something's jumping in the pumpkin patch
it's goblins going trick or treat
they're a-getting hungry
for something good to eat
My husband is like a ripening pumpkin
Loves to lie down inert on the ground, most of the time.
Lack of exercises has made his belly bloat,
Like pumpkin, that now he looks a comic sight.
A pumpkin carved in shape with a light inside,
Serves as an adornment in Halloween season.
Though funny to view, he is beautiful inside,
With a light shining bright all through the seasons.
As the pumpkins are so versatile and can be put to use,
In making a number of dishes, both sweet and savory,
He has multi talents and adds so much of spice to my life,
That without him, I will be like a flat tyre with no spare!
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Mystery of Pumpkin
One upon a time, not far back,
Grew in my small backyard garden
A pumpkin, size of a tortoise,
A monster, with weight of a ton
And had to be chopped with an axe;
Friends wished to have its seeds to plant,
Alas, it was a seedless male;
News spread fast in the neighbourhood
Leading to police enquiry
For concealing information,
But after investigation
Turned out to be a mystery.
The rising sun cheers all to start the day with liveliness.
Carrots and pumpkins feed all to feel the day with abundant energy.
Marigolds in the vase welcome all to face the day with passion and assertiveness.
Butterflies in the garden wish all to make their day dynamic and exuberant.
Traffic cones on the road alert all to deal with the day with security and sensuality.
There’s a story rhyme
from another time
of a hidden crime -
the made-up tale of
marriage minus love.
I bet this Peter,
a “pumpkin eater,”
was a wife beater.
Some say that his wife
led a cheating life,
which caused Peter strife.
He still had no right
to lock her up tight,
preventing her flight -
In a pumpkin put?
Her ashes with soot!
Orange is the color of leaves as they fall during fall
Orange is the color of autumn.
Orange is the color of pumpkins on a cool night.
Orange is the taste of orange chicken at the chinese buffet.
Orange is the sound of pumpkin spice candles being sparked.
Orange is the sound of the loran on my tv.
Orange is the feeling of calmness on a cool rainy day.
Orange is the sweet and sour taste of sorbet.
Orange is the feeling of fear as the day goes on.
Orange is the look of coolness and chillness.
I thank the sun ...
The soil, the summer rain,
I thank the apple tree
The fields of golden grain
I thank the corn crops
And the pumpkin patch,
I thank the warm barn
Where new poults hatch
I thank Tom turkey ...
From down on the farm,
And the good old farmer
Who caused him no harm
I thank the potato fields
And the pecan trees,
I thank the earth ...
For bogs of cranberries
I thank this land ...
The sky and the air,
For giving all of us
These things to share.
her relaxing cradle song was lovely and sweet
pumpkin head son fell asleep right away
lovely lullaby relaxed him past his tiny feet
jack-o-lantern mama singing on Halloween day
Pumpkin pie pumpkin spice
Under black stars or blue skies
Melting mouths in cheesecake
Patches in the south where we play
Kisses from your tangerine tongue
In the pumpkin patch where sun
Neon glows like holy soul
La bruja hechicera,
with an impious hex,
from the marshlands
beneath a foul swampy
grave, she indeed
summon Pumpkin Head.
Rage is how his master
wheels revenge; For the
harsh reckless fatal end
of some young spirit slain.
His Abyss fiend ghastly nights
of vengeance spreads.
'Tis best, no wise,
to kneel in silent prayer.
Repent for it's the only tool
that might soothe
the impinging gloom
of dark that looms.
For those he stalks
don't stand a chance;
Reaper's minion seeks
to quench his thirst with
the bloody-blugent preys,
la hechicera dooms.
Sinners atone, when fate
confronts ones wicker fort
of faith that rots.
When weapons and screams
like wood ablaze, excite
his callus, morbid heart.
For condemned are those
who bear her mark.
He's spawned to dissecting hunt.
The next dawn are found;
Heads severed....
with bods from limbs apart.
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