Short Hazelnut Poems

hazelnut
tried it once
in coffee
my throat closed shut
had to have an EpiPen
will not try it again...

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the air is scented
with swiss hazelnut coffee
a rich aroma
stimulating my senses
to drink it ... or just to breathe...

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The scent still lingers 
In the air 
Such wonderful taste. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Jan.12/2006...

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Milk and honey,
sun-kissed and tangled,
spill into a river made of silk -
it clings to the sway of her hips.
Hazelnut, are the eyes, stalking....

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Early morning
Sunshine on deck chair
The taste of hazelnut coffee
Canaries songs fill the air
Peaceful contentment
As breeze ruffles hair....

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Hazelnut coffee,

Barefoot on the patio,

Classic rock playing.

My life is nearly perfect

But I still haven't found you....

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She says this vape tastes more like coconuts and chemicals.
I personally found it to taste like fruit from the tropicals.
Now the hazelnut vape stick is part of my personals....

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Vanilla, hazelnut cream
Perfect hot or icy cold
Sugary sweet bitterness
Or maybe just expresso
Floating in a river swirl
A smile glistens on your lips
The perfect cure for ‘sleepy’...

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Latin meaning bird, Hebrew meaning Life
It's words also novel 
French meaning little bird, hazelnut
Echos expressed received  loud siblings interpretation 
1/7/2020

Poetry Contest: What's In A Name 
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon...

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                   The coffee pot boils
                   Fragrant hazelnut delight
                   Moonlit poems are born


      

                      March 9, 2020
                       8:30 pm PST


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I am sure they thought they were doing something wonderful.
Putting hazelnut coffee into my mailbox with a bow.
It is no one who knows me.
Because I am deathly allergic to hazelnut.

Or it is someone who knows me
But does not like me very well....

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Somewhere on the table,
Kept the taste,
Chocolate, cherry and hazelnut.
The cup..., the wine.
Looked at; fate.
Vanished, the bouquet; the wind.
Thought flees away.
Diving in textures, and tongues.
Sweet breath of the Gods.
Soft touch of the lips.
Liquids and dreams....

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Sparrows on the hazelnut trees in bloom  
welcome spring. A pleasure to follow  
the small brook that weaves through the trees.  
A little farther, hidden,  
the pale cottage where lives  
the witch who transforms  
the curious  
explorers  
into  
toads.

...

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stumbling rocks
on the snow
a goat's step

a running drop
from leaf to leaf
the valley mist

the spotted lake
shimmers its waters
a rainbow curves

buried in white
a fake flower
the tombstone

a lightning strike
the weeping willow
dries its tears

the squirrel leaps
on a tall tree
hazelnut treasures...

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In the cast and crew of heaven
Where the curtain never falls
You are a beautiful actress
Doomed to dance forever

Your hair, now long and brown,
Shimmers around your shoulders
Your eyes, dark hazelnut,
Show echoes of a past you don't remember

Your hands, they reach
For the faces of those living 
Your smile, unfaltering 
Only remembered by a few...

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There is no money in it. I am told in the office of my advisor, 
In a small basement room hidden under books,
Smelling of hazelnut coffee, stale cigarettes. 
It has been weeks since I indulged in either
Sneaking a warm sip from my mother’s cup,
A wonderful drag from my sister’s Marlboro.
The growth in my abdomen has come with sacrifice
And now yet another....

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You ooze
Like the macaroon middles
You so delicately designed
Your hazelnut centre
Crushed
Encased by something slightly more than air
Jaws biting down
Of those around you
All those hours
Gone
In a single swallow
Empty plate gratification
Sweet salvation
For a macaroon moment
Gone from now
As you lie in bed
Eating your cake
The others made
Not nearly as tenderly
It never tastes as good alone...

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sight

5-6-6

lake ontario
as the warm orange sun
sets on a clear evening

smell

6-2-6

fresh hazelnut coffee
brewing 
late, one autumn morning

touch

4-10-3

soft fingertips
gently massaging the bottom of your
naked foot

hearing

7-2-7

the length of a sharp knife blade
being
dragged slowly down a chalk board

taste

9-2-3

a leaf of maple sugar candy
melting
on your tongue...

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Honey Balsamic Vinager
With lard braised porchettee topped
Rabbit with
Pareseam potato croquettes
Glazed carrots
and a onion cucumber salad
Fresh yeast rolls
and a choose of wine
Hazelnut and white chocolate mousse
With strawberries ,vanilla cake and
Whipped cream.


Roast squash
Roasted ostrich
Or goat
Creamy brown sauce
And potatoes
Broccoli and swiss cheese with bacon
Butterscotch eclairs
And expresso

Elegance and romance...

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There is a hazelnut-flavored liquor named "Frangelico"
It's named after a hermit monk who lived long ago.
This twenty percent alcohol spirit comes from Italy.
All over the world, it has gained popularity.
The liquor's brown bottle resembles a Franciscan friar.
Sip it straight up, or in any mixed drink you desire.
After you buy it for the first time in any liquor store,
chances are, when it's gone, you will buy some more.
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Hardest days that I came over
Are no more here to break me silver 
I was blind for some useless reason  
And It couldn't yet found for what the motion
  
I took you beyond,Over the vision 
And now I'm here,without the notion 
Burning sun found some water 
Water just gone, regreting slaughter

Poeple said "It happens for a reason" 
But now I swear, It happend for caution 
No one is perfect, even my girl 
She just threw me down like a hazelnut whirl...

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~Caffeine~
(Pleiades)


Caffeine is in my whole body 
Coffee I can't live without it,it's my morning fix
Can drink sometimes 2 to 4 cups of black coffee each day
Cup cakes and coffee cakes are so delicious too 
Crunch crunch I even eat all the crumbs
Cold coffee in a hot summer day is just yummy! yummy!
Contented I sit enjoying my second cup of hot coffee with hazelnut cream.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2011



October.11.2015...

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Moored in Portofino
Are a bunch of gleaming yachts,
Reminding us that they're the haves
And we're the poor have-nots.

Their owners shop in high-class shops
And dine among their peers
While tourists come by boat or bus
To buy some souvenirs.

With prices slightly higher here,
Gelato still tastes fine.
Both caramel and hazelnut
Filled up a cone of mine.

At leaving time I'll board the bus
And bid the yachts farewell,
Returning to my hotel room
Where normal people dwell....

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