Short Cardamom Poems

journey to another ocean

cardamom cinnamon motion

hint of masala

sip to enthral ya

chai my a spice laden potion.
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Grandpa Punjab was in quite a hurry
He'd run out of cardamom and curry --
   Poor guy tried every place
   Found only nutmeg and lace -- 
Told his wife that his memory was blurry




Poetic License:
  every =     3 syllables
  memory = 2 syllables...

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Pumpkin Pie at our table
Tasty treat divine
Stir sugar, eggs, cinnamon, 
 Cardamom, lemon
Yummy crust whoopee
Gobbled with 
Glee! 


For this Thankgiving, I give such thanks to Poetry Soup and all the talented feeling poets and all the warm generous wonderful new friends that have suddenly entered my life!...

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Cognac & Brandy recollections,
   sublime warmth 'tween
        smoky exhaled vapors,
wisps of  Madagascar aromatics 
       & blazes of Autumn firesides
    amidst a French Château fantasy,
  dipped in honeysuckle reminisces 
      of cardamom spice and the pungent
         zest of once upon twilit legends...

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You have dissolved me, 
spinning sugar in long brewed cups of Indian tea...
breathing cardamom dust and mint
liquid me, sweet upon your palette, 
no longer holding grounds of abstinence
no longer crystal, glittering under microscopes in glass
but one with the steam of ancient grasses and pods
This is the life.   I'll melt for you any day....

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MEDITATION HOUR


Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour 


I’m inside a strand of hair
A protein or atomic space
Neutrality speaks like 
A pink lotus
teaches as my Muse
Its a cardamom pip


I disappear into its blackness
then the car door 
Banged !!

At the hour


©ghairodanielspoetry2018...

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In a big, weathered armchair
and a cocoon of faded quilts
beside a fireplace that glows
as it crackles and sparks.
With the weight of a book
propped against toasty knees
as steam rises like dawn,
releasing cardamom.
Where the evening breeze carries
the scent of lilac and the chant 
of crooning crickets 
through open windows,
and ideas bloom like roses,
floating like half-lit fireflies.
This is where happiness lives....

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Stiff pleated fronds in concert rise
to wax under the April sun 
and trill their canticles begun
in verses jade that they comprise.

Chartreuse of thorny branches splay
a tumult to belie the grace
that on display they interlace
like rose stems on a breezeless day.

Atop the thatched denuded bole
gush fountains cast in cardamom,
an opalescent diadem
that glistens on the mossy knoll.

In thus exuberant array 
do cloistered peacocks mime ballet.

1/20/18...

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