Yeast Poems - Poems about Yeast

Yeast The yeast that go up to the top of the beer fermented in a not covered vessel should be called Bob and Barbara. ...

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Be careful,” Jesus said to them. “Be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees.” Aware of their discussion, Jesus asked, “You of little faith, why are you talking among yourselves about having no bread? How is it you don’t understand that I was not talking to you about bread? But be...

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No one seems to be able to pronounce yeast Some give it a j sound, like jeast And who cares how we pronounce it. Anticipating the hot sweet dough And the melted butter And the warmth of the roll on my eager tongue That’s all I care about it. Call them dogsnoggers – I will still eat them....

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Every buddy get his own nigga So do every beauty gets his own beholder While mantrap rides the horse of preference Duty drives the car of everlasting home No one will ever wish losing better thing to anger That's been built up in the cave-- ego shoulder Holding unto HAD I KNOWN reference Suffering the peace...

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Apparently, the combination of a prose-like paragraph and a haiku, seemingly disparate, yet interwoven and forever connected, produces the mysterious haibun. This indeed seems unlikely, since the connection relies on you, the dear reader, and the nature of said ingredient is not clearly specified here. Nonetheless, we assemble what we can, sit back, and await...

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A little fertiliser And the flower will bloom A little catalyst And the chemical reaction will complete A little yeast And the cake will grow And so man Please remember A little more effort and confidence Will do In your entreprise...

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the topped her desire with a cherry on the cake icing sugar crux of the biscuit cusp of pure delight candles had outgrown the sweet surface of pastry but she cherished her life just the same evermore tasted age and radiant light with no shadow of doubt the older she got she esteemed pleasure and freedom revered memories and sheltered her...

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He would not condemn rape; he was God He could no longer dissolve it as he could resolve it He was fraud He would only pay for what he did and not for what happened He could only open up for things he bid and not for them that stappen For he was God that ever had a pass for ladden or he was priced...

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Hot bread Can’t wait Mom has on her apron She was up at four this morning A delightful smell comes from the kitchen Peeking in the oven window Salivating big time Watching it rise Hot bread!...

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Starts bubbling a desire yeast from brilliance of the mind drops rained by the Muse life’s thrashing adds the flour. Mixing, churning springs alive in the bowel of the mind. To the working hand it sticks even wakes you when you sleep. Pull it, punch it let it sit while it bubbles share the yeast with a sigh to inspire naked child of poet mother an uncorked champagne bottle celebrating death or life....

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Life does not necessarily mature into timeless love, just as yeast is not the entire evolutionary journey for bread, and the Way may be part of, but not the entirety of, the Beloved Community. It is so interesting, for a nondualist at least, that a profoundly radical Jewish teacher would say He is the yeast while We are the embodied bread; He is...

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I am planning for a feast without the beast, so I can leaven the bread, with the bowl of yeast, but ninny tumble over the leaven bowl of dough, and upset the little beast, who nibble the grocery list. 4/8/12...

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