Short Peppercorn Poems

solitude
. . . quiet 
black peppercorn
on a ribbon 
of tagliatelle 
I, on my path
sinuous striding
impelled by you
impaled by you...

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If each peppercorn was a life,
each is saddled in surrender
of shunless damnation.
They dwell in anguish--
death row prisoners.
They huddle together
awaiting torsion
as the grinder rends
the season from their body.
All that remains is dust
milled over an entrée....

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just had a sandwich
with sausage and peppercorn
mustard and was reborn

potato salad
german and wrote a ballad
often sang and sang

great wiener schnitzel
ate it up until was full
then did have dessert

pleasant rice pudding
perfect piece of apple pie
loved it my oh my...

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i ordered at the bar in archbishop's rig

two pork sausages
baked beans
strawberry bear fruit snack
orange juice
meat free burger
r white's raspberry lemonade
bangers and mash
pepsi 
corn wheels 
hotdog 
peppercorn sauce
one wobbly sausage sandwich

on returning to my table
i overheard the barman 
'a fool he was, a fool he'll always be'.
  
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A gentle wind combs the long tresses 
of peppercorn trees and brings
a sense of ease, the soft stroking
of a morning to slowly awaken
drowsy souls from sleep.

I enter the space and take in
the quiet, feel a comfort in being
here, sink into a silky, way off drift 
as that which lulled the mind
when, as a child, my grandmother's 
fingers massaged my head
and at that moment
there was no other place
I wanted to be....

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maybe i need a sweet change
driving down an avenue
looking at all new things
digging cherry flavored scenes
chicken kabob feeling
taco salad nature
wish for peppercorn ranch waterfall
i will even take a drizzle

maybe i need a sweet change
driving on an island
looking at candy houses
wanting their twin sisters
clam chowder serenity
grilled scallops soothing my mind
wish for sweet buttered cornbread
how i long the sound of a simple sizzle...

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Hearsay and Heresy shared Chocolate Kisses
Succulent sweetness for raising desire
Some say the fillings are hotter than fire
The wrappings of tinselly colors do tell
There’s nuts and there’s raisins and maybe some mints
And a few full of peppercorn poppers as well
Dreaming and Scheming were watching in wait
Hoping to share in the promising tasting
But Envy and Greed were playing with Fate
And Heresy 's chocolate fingers
Or so it’s been rumored and said...

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