Devouring wings, my drip is dramatic,
Flames ignite tongue, buds sting acrobatic.
Capsaicin conga line, thrusts are erratic,
Spicy-raised roof, heat hitting the attic.
A gourmand adventure, once mild aromatic,
Infernos erupting, eyes leaking emphatic.
Scoville scale rising, its rays autocratic,
Mouth fully ablaze, sensations hematic.
"Why eat this?" You ask question Socratic,
For flame-kissed climax, pursuit is dogmatic.
Chasing the burn, with choice democratic,
Hot-fiery yearn, a finale ecstatic.
Categories:
scoville, fire, food, fun, silly,
Form: Monorhyme
I have become a fat chair potato
It would be nice to be a tomato
Maybe a chili pepper hot
Or habanero wrought
Anything else to end this trapped woe
Written: 03/17/2023
Habanero pepper has 100,000 to 350,000 Scoville Heat Units.
Categories:
scoville, emotions,
Form: Limerick
Happy Birthday, my sister, dear.
How I wish you were still here.
Today is, for me, a solemn day.
Oh, how I wish, you could leave your Heaven today.
I wish you could see your son.
He's retreated to a place where feelings are none.
As for Aleera, she seems to miss you the most.
She walks around as if she's a ghost.
If it brings her happiness to see you for a day.
There is not a price too high I would pay.
I try to be here for her like you would do.
The problem, however, is I am not you.
So, maybe the day that came for a visit from death,
It should have been me to have drawn my last breath.
Then Aleera could be happy once again.
For then she would have some peace and zen.
Yet, Death took you and not me.
As you would say, that was meant to be.
For Aleera, this year has been hard.
Her heart has forever been placed under guard.
Not even I, her big sister, will she let through.
You know that for now and forever she will want you.
Happy Birthday, Illy, for my love for you will never cease.
May you now and forever be in tranquility and at peace.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, bereavement, death, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
When you were born, I did not know what to do,
You see, I was only just the age of two.
Wherever I went, so did you
You see, we were stuck together like glue.
Then as we grew up, we started drifting apart.
Yet, you see, you were always in my heart.
If I knew what was meant by those mean boys would impart.
They would no longer have a mouthpart.
As adults, we do not always agree.
However, you mean the world to me.
We lost one sister, something no one could foresee.
Grief brought us back together and we set our squabbles free.
Know that no matter what,
We will always follow our gut,
We will never believe the scuttlebutt
That we are told, we will allow the world to shut.
Aleera, you are my sister now and forever,
And these new bonds I do not want to sever.
I will always be here for you whenever,
And these horrible storms we shall, together, weather.
©Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, family, love, sister,
Form: Rhyme
This is a story of a girl and her beau,
Where life would lead, they did not know.
They dated for several years,
There was laughter and some tears.
One day the boy asked the girl to be his wife,
He wanted her forever a part of his life.
Then a year later a baby was born,
On some days their nerves were torn.
This couple persevered
Most of their fears disappeared.
Neither parent was delusional
And their life continued as usual.
They had an announcement one winter’s day
That there would be another baby on the way.
Off to the hospital as the time came
The life they once knew would never be the same.
They had children’s laughter and noise
That comes from having 2 boys.
What once was three, is three no more.
Now say “Hello” to the Nash family of four!
©Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, baby, family,
Form: Rhyme
It seems I just cannot win,
For my life is in a constant spin.
Not one person can I please,
Nor does it seem I can appease.
My children refuse to confide in me,
Telling me to let them be.
They expect me always to be around,
Yet when needed, they cannot be found.
My Family expects me to just be there,
But no thought my way do they spare.
Their moods I am always to understand,
And be there to lend a needed hand.
When I am feeling bad or subdued,
I am told I am just too rude.
When I am in a rush,
I am still expected to hush.
Who said it was ever ok
For me NOT to have a bad day?
Why is it ok when I am under the gun
For everyone else to have fun?
Yet, again I come up short,
Just as I am given a kick for sport.
Just another day to be,
In the life of being...me.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, angst, confusion, life, me,
Form: Couplet
Familiar is the rain
just as familiar is this pain.
Familiar of being open and raw.
Familiar of just feeling blah.
Familiar of hiding away
and familiar of holding at bay
the panic and fear
of you NOT being here.
Familiar of having no life.
Familiar is all this strife.
I thought it went away
when love found me that day.
With the words that you utter
I find myself slipping into the gutter.
Losing the hope and glow
that used to never flow.
So here comes the familiar mask
that makes no one ask
what is the matter
just so I do not have to chatter.
I can still smile
yet there is no guile.
Nothing is in my eyes
Nothing, not even lies.
Was happy once,
Now feel I am a dunce.
This is what I get for being dumb.
I get to feel empty and numb.
This is just all too....familiar
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, angst, confusion, depression, loss,
Form: I do not know?
You have finally come home to me
Yet you are still as distant as the sea.
You always seem so hidden away
Never to come into the light of day.
I miss seeing your sweet smile
I fear it will not be seen for a while.
I know emotions are hard to contain
Yet all I see is loss and pain.
Are you not happy to be here?
Do you not want me near?
You are so lost that I fear
That you will never be here.
In spirit, you seem away
Even I cannot sway
To keep you with me
I know I just have to let you be.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, angst, confusion, sad, son,
Form: Rhyme
I walk along the fare,
I seem to not have a care.
Shadows loom everywhere,
Voices whispering "Beware"
I turn around to see
Who has said that to me.
Not one person is there!
All vanished into air!
Voices whispering "Beware"
Wait who is there?
As I stop to look around,
Nothing... not a sound.
I turn once again,
As the whispers begin.
Still no one there,
Yet I feel your stare.
Though you cannot be seen,
Your presence I still glean.
I know you sit in wait,
Hoping I will take the bait.
I know the reason you hide,
Your evil is known worldwide.
Yet you still want to hunt
Instead of confront.
Voices whispering "Beware"
You try to catch me unaware.
I look again to see
My loved ones surround me.
Just slither back into your hole,
Everyone knows your dark soul.
I will always know you are there,
For the voices whisper "Beware"
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, loss,
Form: Rhyme
One of the taken three,
Has returned home to me.
Five years he has been gone
So some days he is still withdrawn.
I am happy to have him here,
I no longer have the fear,
That he will not be free
As he is home with me.
There are new journeys to be had.
He will triumph though, like a good lad.
He is, after all, my son,
He will have his victory in the long run.
Of him, I am very proud,
This emotion is allowed.
He is now a young man
Moving on with his plan.
He is enrolled and going to school,
Where he will shine and rule.
My son will show them all
How well he can stand tall.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, home,
Form: Couplet
The day that I have prayed for,
Has finally come true.
For I am now and forever more,
NO longer married to you.
Over are the days of running scared,
And hiding out of fear.
My head is high and shoulders squared,
Inside and out I constantly cheer.
No more bruises of black and blue.
No more tears will be shed.
The divorce took the years of two
It is if we were never had wed.
No more angst and strife.
No more lies and alibis.
I am no longer your wife.
This leads to my last surprise.
The surname of Shipp which I despise,
Is gone and now for sure,
I here and now arise
Officially forever I am a De La Keur.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Categories:
scoville, happiness,
Form: Quatrain