Short Pistachios Poems
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Watergate Salad
Fluffy marshmallows in whipped cream and pistachios,
A Grandmother’s classic from generations.
By: Paige Posadziejewski
There's no method to my madness,
no reason to my rhyme.
My heart is filled with sadness.
There's no solution to my crime.
Life is a campaign of attacks,
a sequence of living hells -
I hope that when my cover cracks,
you'll enjoy pistachios in shells.
PLATTERS
Platter full of pastries.
Plate of fruits and mixed nuts.
Peaches and plums, so sweet.
Pineapple so juicy.
Pecans so buttery.
Pistachios, cashews
Palatable, tasty.
4/11/21 Pleiades P Poetry
Kim Merryman
Checked: How Many Syllables
A little bit nutty;
A little bit feisty;
A little bit salty
a little bit extra sometimes;
Just a hint of green
enough to turn their eyes;
Just like a California sunset
as unique as a West coast sky;
A little bit intense,
a little goes a long way:
A little bit of flavor
a little sweet to savor;
Hot days cool intimate nights;
Laid back pistachios kind of love.
Yes I have no bananas
but I've got a cashew or two
and a lovely bunch of coconuts
walnuts quite a few
an armful of almonds
plus peanuts for the zoo
oodles of hazelnuts
or filberts if you will
a plethora of pecans
pistachios are here still
no ands ifs or buts
I'd give my nuts
to you each morning
if I had my way
again in the evening
and at the end of the day
Peppered passions poetic pistachios
Onions fashioned like sonnets season soul
Eggs elevated eccentric embraces
Timeless haiku like wonton soup with sages
Racing red romantic bean ballard
Yellow limericks of potato salad
Salty somber sayings sweetly sly tribute
Oregano onomatopoeia monotone lines of truth
Universal utterances of sensual Senryu
Paprika topping the cheesy poetry soup
Listen to poem:
She
wrapped in ribbons of light
Oh, so sweet a smile
lit
those pistachios in fiery eyes
refilling the vessel of a soul
counting all strings plucked
in excited thrum -
a beating heart
paradise is never far, no
not for me
walked in her graceful dawn
with blooms that go on and on
beguiled by desire's call
She
Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer (1974) - She
When I was a kid, pistachios
Had shells they dyed bright red
And sure enough, that color
To your fingers quickly spread.
It didn’t wash off easily,
But left a tell-tale clue
About what you’d been snacking on,
That bright red proof on view.
Today, I cracked pistachios
And wondered, as I ate,
Why someone once decided
To disguise their natural state.
No matter why, that dye is gone –
Red fingers not the answer.
For all we know, pistachios
With dye might have caused cancer.