Short Poppy Seed Poems

asparagus fritatta
pickled cucumber
wild chervil and sorrel soup
sweet potato cake
poppy seed crackers
leek tartlet
wine!...

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Sweet corn & haddock chowder
Onion millefeuille
Pheasant breast in mushroom sauce
Poppy seed bread roll
with fennel butter
Plat au jour
d'hui...

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It is hard to choose
Only one bake good
When it's one you want
So many choices
Are displayed in front

There 's many strudels
Poppy seed buns
Also choices in bagles
It is hard to choose
From the display one

Sigh..can not decide
Try, try hard but no-
When a choice is hard
To just pick only one
Just leave the bakery...

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Smiles are irrationality embodies
as the Tides' curling edges hopelessly
Moon-driven. It is Poppy seed dialect
and swollen pupil diction,
and it is
an Om's eternity away 
from lolling tongue, rolling eyes, gnawinggrindinggnashing
molars who read road atlas veins in crude
braille like tea leaves:

The taste of God
in a shrapnel bomb....

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Good and browned, for you, a pancake round,
flipped and stacked, a joy so profound, 
or perhaps, I'll share, a waffle square, 
with pear for extraordinary flair.

Flair, is great for a flapjack of wheat, 
square, wonderful for a Belgian treat.
Profound, indeed, is a poppy seed - 
round about now, that's just what I need

sprinkled upon a lemon muffin....

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I think of that girl 
She looked like a squirrel 
Her petty eyes unfurled 
a peculiar lip curl. 
  
Her love was a ball point pen 
that wouldn't work. 
Kept on scribbling 
for months and months, 
then it started working, 
and it wrote 
'stop drinking all the 
ginger beer.' 
  
I'm a veteran of the 
poppy-seed war, 
commander of coke-snorting whores, 
severed now from fatal orgy bores....

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A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the stars
is imperceptibly smaller
than this occupants’ in my room....

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Wanted but not appreciated
Some admire the beauty
Taking a seed to plant to accentuate their garden
Some admire its hyponotic powers
Taking its seeds to grow more poppies 
To help people reach eurphoria
Barren, so much has been taken
Without a thought to the flower
Poppy gave the gifts she possessed gladly
But, didn't want to be forgotten
Wanted visitors to gaze at its beautiful petals
Instead of bleeding it dry of all of its usefullness
And leaving it to dry up and decay...

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The hygienist cleaned my teeth
And gave a little lecture.
"Your flossing isn't good enough;"
It wasn't just conjecture.

I'm sure that it was obvious
My efforts were exquisite
In just the week or two before
My 6-month dental visit.

I brush each morning and each night
But more than that's annoying.
Unless a poppy seed is stuck,
No floss I'll be employing.

So twice a year I suck it up 
And listen to her chiding.
At least a saddle for her very
High horse I'm providing....

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Look at this poppy-seed bread:
Black stars in a white sky,
Outside, an aloe plant rustles in the wind,
As out of place as dead people whispering.
I am not planning to die, however
Will they write my autobiography,
Listening to Fall Out Boy's 'Centuries'
Remember me...
For small recollections
Of a day-time moon,
This hot-cross bun blazoned across a handful
Of wayward seasons.
And I am not making any promises,
But this side of having a cold, far out stars
Are inextinguishable....

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