What sort of beast
is made with yeast?
That kind of critter
is called an apple fritter.
I placed her gently in the oven,
my yeasty buttered bun.
Has, happiness, she found,
as she's toasted, golden brown,
as I, myself, have done,
baking in the morning sun?
Onto hope is necessity
If waiting would not profit
Growth rate of yeasty bids
Boldly into anticipating yields
For anointed oil to fill pot to its brim
Hope hurts hasty head,
Healing heart's hindrance hurting...
Higher honor's host.
Onto chance is doubt
If shaky wait looses grip
Of expected time of being
Beyond what caution's seat
Can tame to ease such tension
Waiting weighs wit's will,
Wether with weight, work wows well,
Wad weary wall's war.
Onto anxiety is probability
If due luck isn't forthcoming
Gradually brighter to dying eyes
For long viewing afar its due arrival
Building capacity to hastily bear its cross
Anxiety ace acts,
Awaiting apt adjustments...
Alive abounding.
Onto peace is accord
If faith assumes rightly
Tightening Word's interval
Which drowning sea can't sink
Timing unfulfilled drift beforehand
Faith fights for future,
Featuring failure fearing...
Fulfilling fortunes.
Onto belief is assurance
If rest solely on its scope
Trying time's ton ultimately
Search endlessly not too early
Yet assessment bids via grace
Resting relieve risks,
Racing refined regret's reign...
Rapture reserved raw.
An yeasty, valiant hyacinth is like the song of the sky
Yeasty with a cornmealed bottom
The sun-dried tomato's and sundried
Red bell peppers called me
The parmesaned and garlic crust
topped with olives, anchovies, and
Onions
the queint essential of elegance
refined by the knead of belonging
Bacon wrapped artichokes
With a hint of lemon
Mozzarella browned to create a
delicate longing of satisfaction.
Basil, oregano, and olive oil
Enough to tease. Just enough
to taunt. Pleasing and exciting
the palettes and taste buds!
Written: May 5th, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
Painting by Peter Doig. A concise abstract on Abbey Road and its pivotal moment. He subsequently produced outstanding music. His music resembled pleasant dew cascading as melodic notes, like honey smeared on leavened bread.
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George Harrison
moving toward a liquid abyss
after Abbey Road--
where no sunlight can seep into the hall
surrounding the mirrored pool
he draws the guitar strings
with notched arrows
tipped in flint
striking sparks
like match heads ignited
on concrete sidewalks
during the golden hour
heavy with humid
condensation
coating every surface
with sweet dew
musical notes drip down
like honey spread
on warm yeasty bread
1)www.wikiart.org/en/joaqu-n-sorolla/church-roncal-stairs by
2)www.artgeek.io/exhibitions/5bfdb7a272a1460a46f77fab/5bfdb7a272a1460a46f77faa by T. C. Cannon
3)www.wikiart.org/en/johannes-vermeer/the-milkmaid
bread
yeasty delicious
mixing rising baking
soft loaf hard sliced
toasting browning buttering
tasty warm
toast
Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and Quick Hitches were
new and unused. The flail mower
and adapters were put into a postion
so you could see they were in constant use.
the new tractor he painted "lecherwite"
on the door
mats that were custom " Chuck and Duck"
were on the floor. a plum colored pillow with
beautiful embroidered stitches, had a dark
pinkish message talking about his Missus.
" Cuckquean" the stitches spoke a
fluffy pillowy seat. Sweet yeasty rolls
filled with delicious meat.
Back to inventory a label for
the hydrylic mulcher
people are something
now adays seems they lack culture
Only a fool could understand
silly things silly people say
I sprayed some pest be gone
to keep the pest away.
I smiled and asked the Fellow
what did condonation mean
he said if your wife were on yourside
you be on the losing team.
The handle of the hoe to replace
the broken one.
When my wife comes over here
don't laugh when I call her"Hun"!
Wriitten By
Bocal, LongJoint and Keys
Warm holes
anticipating slick poles
Wet holes
embracing warm poles
Bipolar linear dark division
flowing downriver nurture valleys
Dipolar round visions
forming mountainous spiral hierarchies
naturally uprising
Ecofeminist journeys inward
and down-valleyed
Egofatherist conquests
growing outward
and up-rallied
Deep waiting
vulnerable black holiness
before highest transparent
widely diverse
best practice polarities
Wet warm birthing wombs
above dry cold dying tombs
Worm downward holes
wet upward trying poles
Yeasty yintegrity holes
engaging just right
tangy yang poles
As empty
anticipates full
As 0
embraces 1
EarthTribe Revolution.
Zesty,
Yeasty,
Xanthous*,
Wheaty,
Velvety,
Unrivaled Taste,
Strangely Refined,
Quintessentially Pale,
Original,
Not Mass-produced, Large Kettles,
Just Intensely Hearty Goodness,
Fiercely Effervescent,
Deliciously Cold,
Bottled
Ale
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*yellow
Your yonder YOGI
Yields you Yahweh's yearbook
Yeasty years yearned.
I know things have been quiet on the “ Mite-y Spread Front”
But do not be dismayed
Yeasty business brews in the Vegemite Camp
That is all I have to say….
It will take some time to come to fruition
But Marmite Man beware
“Remember sleep with both eyes open”
Always “yes” always….Be prepared!!
Just a friendly reminder Sir Tom
That we will continue this when the time is right
Our ongoing little banter feud
Of which is the superior Mite!!
So, NO resting on your laurels Marmite Man
Make sure your jar lids are tightly screwed on
As soon you will hear melodic Vegemite voices singing
The “Vegemite is pure delight, Marmite is pure sh**e” song!!
Now I’m not a guy likes to dunk,
But this overseas backboard is junk.
For the costs I’ve incurred,
I should beat Larry Byrd,
Or hit a three-pointer, I’d thunk.
See, the front of the rim always droops,
And that makes it hard to play hoops.
Plus, the pole is too short;
it provides little sport
unless you’re a dwarf with the stoops.
But take heart and don’t ever fear!
Add hops to your hoops to bring cheer.
The more Hefeweizen,
The more you will wisen;
I’m a genius this time of year.
It’s not like you’re better; you’re not.
Just be happy that you forgot.
It’s bold and it’s yeasty,
so drink up your Wheaties.
Stop trying those darned three point shots!
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FIRST PLACE WINNER
For the Sad Backboards And German Hefeweizens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Written on 04/17/2022
for a moment
the world
stops spinning
yeasty and divine
the aroma of
baking bread
magically
transports me
way back home
to simpler times
of youth
i close my eyes
and delight
in its perfume
that feels like
mother’s nurture
and
grandma’s love
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 15, 2021 for contest FAVORITE SCENT sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
Beans so tasty
Ones yeasty call
Hasty exit
Nov 30th 2020
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