Krugiodendron ferreum or Black Ironwood
Ostrya virginiana or American Hophornbeam
Carpinus caroliniana or American Hornbeam
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Bagels butter biscuits with
Raspberry Jam
Eggs
And
Keep the mystery meat Spam
Fruit
Apple Pancakes
Syrup hot
Tea ready to eat
Buttermilk pancakes made with love
Bring back childhood memories of Christmas morning
The joy of being together
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
. for public domain
I scoffed at hearts that writhed with pain,
that fell from broken promises,
for I had naught to do with Love,
it's folly or its gain,
but now I find that not to love
is not to live at all.
The stones on our paths outlast us all,
but I dread to exist that long.
I choose to risk feeling pain
than to feel no pain at all.
Jupiter is a very great orb,
but in living, very small.
I want maple syrup
For breakfast I had pancakes
Slathered in peanut butter and maple syrup
My lunch was meatloaf
The topping was maple syrup, ketchup and mustard
After supper I have a little warm coffee
I bet you ca guess what I used to sweeten it
syrup
great gooey
sticky and sweet
maple or molasses
syrup
Darkness surrounds
Mysterious effect
Uncertain unspeakable
Alone and unbarring
More than a season watch
Coldness within
Suspense
Anger full of tears and frustration
Strength has no muster
Gestures no more
No understanding
Eyes seeing nothing
Walked into my own doubt
Expel shout
Lasting pause
Cold heart the cause
Living with no worth
A cloud is a curse
Until into never
Life below and above
Lived and died
Frontier vulture in the coded missions
Autumnal dew is misplaced
Red syrup on the corpse
© Mahtab Bangalee
15 October, 2023
Chattogram
Syrup for your cough
Before it gets rough
And you judge life 'Rough',
To the next man gruff...
For your cough:syrup
And it shall shut up!
You to again sup
And drink from glad cup
Repeat I: syrup
What shall you cheer up
Air tract decongest
Its blocked East and West...
And Septrin don't miss
Recommended kiss
For faster release
From choking unease
So says specialist
On Nobel cough list.
Just as thick and sweet as it needs to be.
No matter the time of day it’s still Candy to me.
There is no bitterness, you get what you see.
You can just about put it on anything, I’ll bet you’ll be pleased.
Be careful how much you taste it can rotten your teeth.
Just the smell of it will bring you to your knees.
This a very simple treat.
Watch where you eat it at or you’ll be sharing with the bees.
Way way back on a kitchen shelf
Was a bottle sitting by itself.
It was Karo syrup, 1 pint size
But to use it now, I would not advise.
For the label, stamped with a “Buy Before”
Had a date no home cook could ignore.
If you took a guess, I can guarantee
You’d not choose “November ’83.”
Yet I tell the truth, though it sounds absurd
(The specific date is November 3rd)
And the price tag reads “a dollar five” –
That’s before some readers were alive!
Did I ever use that stuff to bake
Rice Krispie treats, a pie or cake?
If so, whatever was the sweet
Was not deemed worthy to repeat.
That Karo syrup sat and sat
In its apartment habitat,
Discovered now, by circumstance;
So will I use it? Not a chance!
Dark as departure
and sweet
as reunion, it’s a
romantic
syrup resembling
an expat’s
life. A sublime
state of
sweetness like a
wife’s wait.
It’s forbidden to
a diabetic
patient, but who
commits an
ecstatic sin, violating.
Rapture of
now is in a negative
impulse.
The expat squeezes
dry desert
for sweet syrup.
One sip
tempts into another.
First appeared in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).
PANCAKES WITH SYRUP
Apparition of the past
Tending to the future
Future is soaked
Soaked with sorrow
Sorrow tastes blood
Blood of wrathful grapes
Grapes plucked one by
One, tightly squeezed
Squeezed with dry palms
Palms rest on Jerusalem streets
Streets filled with throngs
Throngs of people, restless
Restless for peace, and war
War painted on their feet
Feet that fight the pavement
Pavement pulls them like taffy
Taffy stretches — distorts
Distorts like a funhouse mirror
Mirror of mockery and mayhem
Mayhem stirs the pot
Pot that boils over
Over the top
Top bureau filled with papers
Papers burning in protest
Protest of life itself
Itself a mirror, a bullseye
Bullseye of the author
Author of one’s own making
Making pancakes with syrup
Syrup sweetens the lie
Past lies churn future consequences
12/11/2017
LOOP FORM
SAPPINESS LIKE SYRUP
fire and ice do battle in our nation
politicking in a clash of thought
droughts of desperation
keep our havens burning
shoulder blizzards frozen white,
why can’t our weather get along?
where’s the rain to make us strong?
and warm quilts sewn with wrinkled hands?
if we strive to cross the arctic freeze:
will God stomp out impassioned southern fires,
melt northern snow, applaud a creation
of hands circling our united globe?
of this i dream! snowballs flung
with lighthearted smiles, fires baking
apple pies, sappiness like syrup.
Kim Rodrigues ©2016
Are we that addicted, compliance with corporate shuffle
Moves consensus across the board
Graveyard pageant on radio muffle
A persistent petulant stuffing with chips to dine
Casino house burning like Babylon
As the Towers detonate again and again
The past frozen inside the future
It just turned over like flesh across the bed
From nightmares of padded walls and prison escape
Turn the dial, switch the nob
The station generates our relative earthquake
Cinders from numb evolution
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