I want to know who'll pay me
For all the work I do
And for enquiry reason
I had became a jew
I ate Ayurveda spices
I balanced Doshas mine
And now it very true, it is
That I feel kinda fine
Which science proves it's valid
My weapon Curcuma
All spices weapons fired
We study with the STA
STA is Supercomputer
It operates the PEs
The PE is Processing Element
Pathologies's death
Psychology of medicine
Shall not placebo be
Add butter and the honey
And you from slavery free
The real natural processing
In body does occur
The world enriched with nutrients
Resilient to foe
The cloves, cumin and cinnamon
Depression is dissolved
The acids shall amine the be
All dead cells are the old
Renew, calm down, invigorate
The energy mandate
The nervous system healing
Because I spices ate
Thyme and Lavender, in time to purify where Earth meets feet,
Bathed in springs, so soothing and sweet.
Nature's spirituous spices give blessings,
And they're forever making the winds refreshing.
Wise chefs blend the cauldron of spices,
Herbal passages to culinary horizons.
Kin to mint, Thyme's a delight to nature's family.
Thyme is said to guard against ancient immunity.
Aromatherapy with Thyme lifts one's mind
To realms marked by stars and roots intertwined.
Thyme's perfume sings through stones and blooms,
So gather it reverently before it enhances indoor rooms.
Lavender also smells great
On one's body or served on a plate.
In moonlight rites, it's added to the bath
As a charm for various cures of the homeopath.
It springs from the soil with other chanting plants.
Then, with maritime breeze affinity, it surely enchants.
Thyme and Lavender would float fancy-free
With Enchantresses bathing happily.
Thyme and Lavender will endure in time,
And enhance lives when added to one's paradigm.
Pleasing us each and every day,
These spices sweeten time's sachet.
They soothe us in their scented displays
In the mornings and at twilight's grand display!
Written: March 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
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In the heart of my kitchen spices exude their aromatic allure
a harmonic blend of flavors coddiwomples mute grief. . .
cimmerian saudade in emeritus pickles, a nostalgic taste
longing for a whiff of jasmine s p e c k s. . .
the acridity of blue cheese, the poignancy of bygone days. . .
lavender aromas snip from vessels of proclivity
hidden under an ominous cloud of r e m o r s e
on par with brimstone-soaked steam,
harmony strives to alleviate concealed pain
pleading palms to purge passed-over prose
as seclusion seeps still as a slow-spreading sickness…
Scathed by sadness solitude simmers silently,
In this mixture, marvelous magic manifests for mending
spicy ambrosial nuances partake in a gracious w a l t z
pain intermingling with delight
a buffet embellished with dishes of acrid herbs,
the core character intertwines with previous fails
textures and fragrances intertwine
to create a tapestry rich in pain and d e l i g h t,
harmonizing sadness and joy in life's tangled web.
"In the depths of my mind, a lover did dwell
A dark companion, with thoughts that would compel
Me to doubt and fear, to lose my way
But I found the strength to face him, come what may
He whispered lies, and fueled my pain
But I rose up, and refused to be tamed
I searched for a way to break free from his grasp
And found solace in the warmth of a gentle clasp
The aroma of hope, a savory treat
Filled my heart with joy, and my soul to greet
The soup's smell aroused, from corners so dark
Flavors of freedom, a delicious embark
I lost my lover, over a soup so fine
The soup's smell was so tempting, that I tossed him into the boiling soup"
All poems are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
the spices
of life are
life itself..
seeming
oppositions
simultaneously
rise and fade..
a new day
arising
is not new
as the night
is not past...
Why is everything such a crisis
~ Real folks like sugar and spices
“exotic spices”
Christopher came among us
going by the name Columbus
far from the Far East
he accomplished at least
the spread of disease like a fungus
truth salts things always
lies sweetens special moments
all spices of life
Divine decorum in dealings,
Dearly feelings;
Deep prayer beads,
Daring good deeds...
Eagerly expectant pure heart,
Evils apart;
Exuberance,
Effervescence...
Love beyond all settled foundations,
Long relations;
Loyal graces,
Living embraces...
20 July 2021
"In all things of nature there is somethings of the marvelous." Aristotle
Marvelous Herbs
Herbs -
Nature’s
Marvelous
Gift of flavor -
Brightens the blandness
Of the ordinary -
Savory gracing tasteless -
Zest to nondescript dreariness -
Herbal wonders – healing remedies –
Seasoning’s magic to flavorless salt.
5-21-20
Cinnamon, sage and chili powder please
Not together certainly, but these are the spices in my cupboard
Chili powder is needed once or twice a week
because this is what my husband likes to eat.
I confess, I love it also.
Chili. Chili. Chili. Chili. Chili.
With potatoes and corn, lots of meat, and hot peppers.
Wait! He does not like the hot peppers.
I put the jalapenos in my individual soup bowl
knowing it is I who loves those jalapenos and only me.
Sage is the spice that reminds me of turkey stufffing
Thanksgivings - the parade, the cousins, the frosted sugar cookies.
She lavishes the stuffing that is moist from the bowels of the turkey
Her smell permeates the kitchen, making me more grateful
For sage than anything else on Thanksgivings day.
Cinnamon is our family's go-to spice.
We lavish it on the top of cakes.
We sprinkle it on our flattened dough, before we roll it up.
We flip it onto our left over pie crust, and let the kids eat it.
Being a kid at heart, I eat it for the kids when they are not here.
Cinnamon, sage, and chili powder please.
These are my three top, utterly most favorite all-time spices.
Autumn spices, real pumpkin delight
All harmony of the season in the light
Leaves fall, those of many colors
I love the cool air, the brook waters
Time seems to stop when I’m here
In the space of Autumn and its sphere
There isn’t the heat, that which I hate
No snowflakes just yet, they’ll be late
But the life of the Fall lives fresh
The air crisp, and the cobbler delish
Softly the precious eyes of Fall
Delight me in every beck and call
I’m truthfully grateful that it’s here
Now I can enjoy the precious night air
Russell Sivey
Show
Fine glow
Sense swift flow
Prize
Sweet spice
All things nice
Fate
Flings gate
Yet not late
Slow
***** flow
Odd tears grow
Touch
So much
Scent sting such
Spice
Speaks wise
Quaint food vice
Vest
Fond quest
In spice fest
Warm
This norm
As flesh forms
Leon Enriquez
26 November 2016
Singapore
The inventor of the number system and chess;
the originator of algebra, trigonometry and calculus;
with the globe’s largest railway and postal network
and second to none in the height of a bridge.
We speak of the largest government of, for and from the people.
Beats Israel, Egypt, Mecca, Rome and Greece
in the number of religious visitors attracted to its shrines.
The circumference of its seasonal experience
is well partitioned into six segments.
It is the major contributor in giving the world some spicing,
its currency and sharing are very big antonyms
while Meghalaya is confirmed to be the globe’s tongue.
Even with these medals and accolades,
it still struggles to give women enough warmth and comfort
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