Short Ferment Poems

filaments in ferment - the elements touch base...

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eternal ferment
parturient symphonies
play out in real time...

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The actor sells derisive fears
to ferment bald lies in our ears.
It's clear that Glenn Beck
is more than just dreck,
there's dollar-signs behind those tears....

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~So sad and depressed
My ferment notions 
Botch up emotions,
realized I'M BLESS~

8/6/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020...

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I once thought you had been heaven sent, 
but now you bring all this mad ferment.  
Your crazy emotions 
and endless commotions 
tell me we were never heaven meant....

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Our mulberry tree, full and bent

Gives berries so sweet, heaven-sent

They grow big and fall

Woodchucks have a ball

Get drunk on the ones that ferment!
...

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The peace of the Lord
Inner content
Down at the bottom
Of a garden
Seeded and raised, midst
Each sunned ferment;
Meek herb's; baby's breath's. *
Joyed o'er of wren.

* Gypsophila...

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The shadows are locked doors

Cellars ferment Ages

Wet wisdom drunk

By rats' charred bones

Who can tell you

He is the face

Behind the mirror

Inside your skull

The glass shines

Diamonds...

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We worship the meatball-breasted
Slug-eyed One 
Who is fragrant with tomato sauce
Who nourishes us well
Liberates us from hunger 
For the sake of full bellies
Even while the cucumbers 
Ferment in the refrigerator....

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Noses can remember over fifty thousand scents
Only one makes our noses scream “open the vents!!!”
Unpleasant doesn't say it 
A gasp for air we transmit
Ya got three guess, okay a hint, causes fruit to ferment...

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On the sands of time we meet again,
Playing with fire as you melt to me;
Eyes smoke as I crave in your touch.
A wish that smile: to covet and woo?

Ferment a bit, know the truth of love
Enslaved in joys be the loving dove....

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I drink your thoughts

your raw emotions

I drink your smile

wry and garlicky

I let all things ferment

inside me for a while

I, in a pure, distilled

moment of vaporized

abandonment of selfish thought

am moved by you

closer to my destiny....

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Chantaclair
From the pleasure garden,
  came the grape to ferment the vintage,
        loved by pauper poet, saint, or sage.
Taste so sweet with just a hint of bite,
    nectar of the gods,
        but a single bottle survives, Chantaclair....

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This old farmhouse kitchen
could tell its thrifty tales
of hard times, making do,
making bread from nothing –

snatching life out of air…
Snatching life out of air,

she turns wheat and water
to ferment by the stove,
and molds it with her hands
into tart, golden loaves....

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butterflies ferment
  like aesthetic Autumn leaves
— sanguine sage’s brush

10/15/2018

ferment - to be in a state of agitation or intense activity 
sanguine - marked by eager hopefulness : confidently optimistic; bloodred
sage - wise through reflection and experience...

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Listen to poem:

The swell is rising, 
furrowing the brow of seascape,
forewarning of storm arising.
Sheer bliss for surfers,
toil and trouble incising
ferment and foreboding 
on sailor's foreheads, glistening,
with the spray and froth flung
from wave-top manes breaking, 
off from white horses on the bay prancing.

24 September 2019...

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Whisper so loudly,
And sing, softly.
Out of the darkness,
No evils will access.
Into the daylight,
So there’s no fright.
Alongside a moment,
Dreams do ferment.
Bright shiny world,
And Perm-twirled.
Die now with shame,
Blame is the game.
Hope fell from the sky,
So don’t question why.
You don’t feel this pain,
Alongside evil you rein....

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Saw Farmer Fred in his field bailing hay.
Stopped a moment and gave him a wave.
He shouted back and I heard him say:

“You must make hay when the sun does shine!”
“You must harvest grapes at just the right time.”
“If you wish to ferment a great wine.”
“A mustard seed of faith will still move mountains in our time.” 
“Some even greater than the rocky kind.”...

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Take a sampling of interest
Dice  slice  spice and wrap it
Slow warm  in an oven of love
Until firm with  a bubbly crust
Set out to cool in evening ranges
Carefully balanced 
Lest it deranges
Yearning and turning to lust
Flavor with arduous ferment and fear
Casting and sprinkling
All you hold dear
Then serve it forever
Bright clean and clear
On a platter of  innocent trust...

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You left
me breft,
your perfume
remains
still,
same 
fragrance
that
used to
wrap 
me,
yet and now
it is
somewhat sour
and foreign
at this hour,
it reminds
that
it would be
now 
smelled
by another,
wore
for him
that is
now
yours,
My mind
is in torment
and ferment
agony
eyes stony
as it pervades
rather invades
me,
against my will
I feel so BAD
and dyingly sad....

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On fears regarding the refugee crisis in Europe...

Some apples make cider
And some apples not
Some ferment as expected
Some do not
There may be statistics
I suspect not a lot
That predict the existence
Of possible rot
Schrodinger’s cat
Is wise to the plot
A cat in a box
Or a wolf in a cot
In the barn there are barrels
To keep cold or hot
The cider is coming
Ready or not

by Gail...

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Dark desires nonplus,
each life breath tests us,
moment to moment ~ 
lust odours ferment.

Our mind-body urge
self-blocks the bliss surge;
darkness shrouds darkness,
distanced from oneness.

Fall from grace our shame.
Stupor is to blame.
We’ve a lot to learn ~
see how instincts burn.

Regret and remorse 
corrects our life course,
becoming mindful
of the divine pull.

01-May-2022...

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Unstrung lover broke her beads.
Pearls - black and blue, pure white, cream.
A river of wicked deeds
would release her unhinged scream.

Vertiginous whirlpool’s drunk
on All Hallow’s Eve. Unbent
string and fine ornaments sunk.
Unwound hate and pearls ferment.

10/19/2020
Contest: Impressions
Sponsor: Nette OnClaud
Visual #1

*to work up (as into a state of agitation)...

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frère dans ta chaise
c'est moi qui t'embrasse 

When I die
I wont say goodbye

If you die
I shall cry
 
Shall we both die?
Who then opens the sky?
 
Flowers will bloom though
Père Lachaise knows why
 
When death dances
We all shall cry
 
I lay my head down
so to sleep
 
In vats of wine
dreams ferment to keep
 
Souls be damned
Love made us weep

I will be there
With you and the roses...

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Pregnant pause poised in wonderment,
beholds how in-form nodes ferment,
transmuting to became God's light,
as bliss takes us to zenith height
of rapture unbound, here and now,
enabled when we so allow
the Holy Spirit to fill us,
that dark fears no longer nonplus
and thus presence in the Bardo
ascends by simply letting go
of feeling of separateness,
by entwining with That Oneness.

22-November-2022...

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