Come and climb these
Broad bony branches and
Have tea on this tree
with me,
Let's talk our hearts out
Into the poems unsung.
Sleep silently singing in my sizzly eyes,
Sleep might snap with some pumpkin chai,
The sun is seeping in my sulky bones,
Soon the milky moon will mysteriously be alone,
Here, have some squishy scone
While the sun is setting sleekly,
I reckon we should have tea weekly.
Sandalwoody sultry summer,
Hyacinth, hibiscus and hummers,
Poppies, primroses and periwinkles,
The night in esoteric eyes twinkle,
Starling singing on a starless night,
No gloom, a moon , no light,
In this sordid slumber silence,
I can hear your eyes speak.
Let's tell each other
All our hearts hanker
To say,
Drink tea and recite
The poems and make
No delay,
I'll have chamomile tea,
I'm not Mrs. Bennet
But it'll calm my nerves,
You like your tea with herbs,
Spearmint, rosemary and thyme,
And make sure the poem rhymes.
Categories:
spearmint, art, beauty, happy, summer,
Form: Free verse
for all my days
i have gone mad
i have been mad for such years
he had been laid down
the young man in his green overcoat
fresh as spearmint spring
dyed it red
dyed it black
dyed it blue
and dyed it back
to his thread’s pastoral hue
and died
at the feet of Maria in prayer
she knelt on his body
and prayed “Hell for his Soul!”
The saviour cried, “it is finished!”
My heart was crossed
and so, I live in St. Bethlehem
Categories:
spearmint, gothic,
Form: Free verse
in this mug a green affair
spearmint swirls fill the air
herbal confection
brewing perfection
refreshing that none compare.
Categories:
spearmint, autumn, care, cheer up,
Form: Limerick
Cooling mint chocolates on my tongue,
Melt into a fondue so fond.
Categories:
spearmint, chocolate, food, sensual,
Form: Crystalline
When I was a kid at the movies
With money to purchase a snack,
I wouldn’t buy popcorn or bonbons
Or Bonomo’s taffy to crack.
My favorites were strange, I admit it
And ones that I’d never now buy.
The first, root beer barrels, were tasty
And gave me a soda-like high.
The other was Chuckle-like chewies
But all of one flavor, in green,
Called spearmint leaves, dusted with sugar
And part of my movie routine.
They’re both still around (Yes, I Googled)
But neither’s retained its appeal
Though back then, as a kid at the theater,
They brought joy during many a reel.
Categories:
spearmint, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
delicate faerie heroes with your nutmeg wings
dazzling me with your filigree onyx lacings
you flutter and tease before alighting together
ah, yes, I think. You are heading toward the lilac
you fool me and land on the magnolia blossoms
their vanilla centers seem to be of special interest
two matching monarchs, conversing with my blooms
I smile as a scent of spearmint wafts toward me
Categories:
spearmint, butterfly,
Form: Imagism
On subway platforms, long ago,
Were 2 cent gum machines
And splurging on some Chiclets
Was just one of my routines.
I didn’t chew gum often
But I couldn’t quite resist
Those tiny boxes, 2 squares each,
Which now do not exist.
In peppermint or spearmint,
One pack yellow, one pack green,
Those little Chiclet pillows
Made your mouth feel fresh and clean.
Though candy stores had Chiclets
Sold in packets holding 10,
I wouldn’t waste my money
And was only tempted when…
I had to take the subway
And the gum machine was full;
2 pennies in my pocket
Let me give in to the pull.
Categories:
spearmint, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Fairies in my herb garden,
Busy with their chores,
Produce such lovely blossoms.
Chamomile, sage, basil and parsley,
Peppermint, spearmint, marjoram and garlic;
Lemon balm, thyme, dill and oregano;
Chives, marshmallow and saffron,
Even the favorite, catnip.
Fairies encourage their blooms but,
I can’t let my cat go out there, to soon.
She chews the catnip bushes to the ground;
Catnip’s so tall, that it hides the fairies and
I don’t want them to get eaten.
Categories:
spearmint, animal, cat, environment, fairy,
Form: Free verse
one two three
my all time favorite
fancy and bright
pretty to look at
delish on my tongue
sprinklings of sugar
squishy between my teeth
yummy on my lips
spearmint delights
refreshing jujubes
perfect molded leaves
three two one
~ sweet nostalgia
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on November 3, 2018
Categories:
spearmint, appreciation, candy, green, love,
Form: Free verse
outside dime store
kids sharing bag
of spearmint leaves
posted on July 3, 2018
Categories:
spearmint, autumn, candy, color, green,
Form: Haiku
Thu, Feb 11, 2016 08:05 AM
Subject: Poetry by Shaniki Smith 2-11-2016
Bubble Gum
Leave that 25 cent
cheap bubble gum in the
toy candy machine
I had to pass you the bubblicious
and juicy fruit because
by the end of the day you will need a wrigley's
spearmint for that bad breath
I had to put that under control
here is some freedent gum also
to put that dragon breath in captivity
no sense of you sentence
innocent people deaf
That is some foul mess
Your breath smell so bad
I thought I heard my own shadow
slandering my name behind my back
put that halitosis under control
mouth wash
drinking water
soda
juice
will not mass that odor away
keep that bad breath away that some stinky stinky mess
here is some advice
make a dentist appointment
Categories:
spearmint, food, humorous,
Form: Verse
Wintergreen bubblegum,
Alaska spearmint slick
Saliva cool trickling down
Hot like Kansas big red
cinnamon tongue
Fingertips
Lust & summer fire,
US nowhere and desire
Categories:
spearmint, america, angst, cute love,
Form: Blank verse
Western Movies
At the Chinese supermarket, they were selling cowboy revolvers
with holster very cheap they looked, and I tried one, but it was too light,
I have never held a revolver but thought they must have some weight
in the American city slums, black gangsters shoot not pointing but with
the hand held flat, and they tend not to hit anything but a wall this
his because they have seen this in a Tarantino movie.
In my childhood, we watched Hopalong Cassidy he when opening
a salon door chewed spearmint gum drugs was far from his mind.
There is an institutional bias against black people I think when police
the program is always showed someone black, and they get arrested for
the banalness of crimes, like having a bit of marijuana in their pockets.
But where poetry congregate the majorities are blacks this is not
because they want to be there but little has been done to get them out
of this mess, the slum and the gangs were they are, welcomed and can
For a short time drive around in an expensive stolen car and feel like
winners and throw money about, and not saving the loot. And out of
crime private corrections centres make money
Categories:
spearmint, arabic, baby, bangla, beach,
Form: Blank verse
kindness in the light of fallen snow
the lights of the county Christmas tree illuminates the night
i stand in front of it in my usually traditional awe
the difference this year is you are not here to make it what it once was
i know you are out there somewhere admiring another set of Christmas lights
i wonder what county....i wonder what city....
the wilted mistletoe still has traces of your spearmint lipstick on it
it is still placed on the last pillowcase that you slept on
kindness in the light of the fallen snow
the young bloom of the poinsettia offspring reminds me of the simplicity of your kisses
i daydream under the aging night's stars all lost in thoughts of you
last years presents are still under the new six foot tree that you bought our last Christmas together three years ago
there is only a rocking chair in the middle of the living room facing said tree like binoculars facing directly to the front doorknob
i am still hoping one day you sill indeed return....probable in vain....yet again....
Merry Christmas To You....Kindly....In The Light Of Fallen Snow....
Categories:
spearmint, blue, christmas, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
Rattling and clanking
Starting after the November thermostat click.
I love the smell of the house
When my dad would first turn on the furnace
For the winter.
It is a fungus-growing-on-rotting-tree smell,
Something slightly burning.
Soon to follow: the counters covered
In Chex and pretzel sticks and mixed nuts
On greasy paper towels,
I love the smell of the kitchen
When my mom practices grandma’s old recipes
For the holidays.
It is a hot-water-hitting-cocoa-mix smell,
Something to come inside to from the Spearmint cold.
Then: relatives visit from down the street
And down in Texas, all smelling
The same scents of my home
And happily intruding with their cigarette-and-leather
Or Coors Light-and-cologne smell in my life,
Rattling and clanking.
Categories:
spearmint, blessing, family, peace,
Form: Free verse
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