Short Pekoe Poems

I slipped a strawberry tea
under plain bags of pekoe tea
so handsome chance might choose a someone,
and I, the flavor of their confusion....

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Orange Pekoe tea sits in my kitchen
While I sip Black Chai Indian tea, my one and only love 
with you

Have A Happy Tea Day!!!...

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An effervescent sizzling rain
falls outside my window panes
dreary, stay home day
A day for brewing pekoe tea 
not one for walking by the sea
an early spring cliche



Date:4/22/12
*The form definition says a 
rhyming couplet of NORMALLY
meaning NOT ALWAYS 8 syllables
and a shorter 3rd line...

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A teabag is snug 
in an orange rind as it floats
on the brown sewage;

the spinach leaves swirl
as the drain gobbles and sucks, 
and the brocoli 

florets are hurried 
to the steel beast's growling maw. 
The peach liquid soap 

sponges and perfumes 
the kitchen. Sun-hued butter-
fly wings emerge, lift....

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My frog calmly has his orange pekoe tea said Stew. 
Remainder of the pot is sitting right next to him too.
Will he share with me? No. But he might share with you.
He is pouting today because I hid his hat and his shoe. 

Sitting beside a tiny brook, that makes his life complete
He eats tidily, even his flies are bite sized, totally neat.
I know he has specialized crackers that are spiced with sweet.
If you ask politely, he may give you part of his treat....

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What kind of soap are you making? I asked the gnomes.
They had many ideas they were sharing with each other.
Their soap-making business outgrew most of their homes.
They began a communal business they shared with their brothers.

They made lemon grass, orange citrus, and pekoe tea soap too.
There was turquoise goddess, wind walker and oceans of blue.
Whatever name they decided on, they somehow made a soap.
No matter what came along, these gnomes knew how to cope....

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Butter crumb confection is bliss;
Soft transformation oozes across my palate.
How I love my sweets and dance my taste bud dance!

Liquid silk cocoa whipped with, delicate ease; 
a moment of ecstasy.
Caramel scents tasted with vanilla bean milk 
are a bakers’ miracle.

Lemon-mint liquid served in a golden mug
of pekoe slips over the tongue.
Strawberry snow cream sits atop spongy beds of
flour and sugar while,
sticky ooze engulfs my soul freely.

Oh, how I love my sweets!...

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