Cool, refreshing, and a bit on the tongue.

thanks, doctora bowl!

a bit on the tip is good medicine ~

Read them both. Very nice work.
Rated.

Spicy! :D

. . and with a nice garden-fresh crunch to it, I imagine!

R♥

I'm dribbling corn,
but in the salad red-edged white circles peek
around frilly greens at me & dare.

Go you, they seem to say.
Satisfy your carbo-lust,
then come to me your tongue to play.

a sassy salad accent

catch-22
You tasty
I hungry
`
I toss in lemon grass,
lambs ear, lemon balm,
corn on the yellow cob,
a toss a 'mizo' spoonful.

I always add aged soybeans.
It add the perfect spice taste.
It's impossible to mess stew.

It seems to perk. Ay vigor.
If You were here? I Licks.
Farmer Lick Your Fingers.
`
I was writing this morning.
A Fragrant bush may wilt.
Blights can cause disease.
`
People too can be blights.
Blindness. Self-Loathing.
Humans can become ill.
`
Not You . . .
Generally.
Self Exam.
`
Socrates wrote
`
The Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living.
`
I agree. Lately, I add a notion. No Examine?
I mean?
I've met depraved folk who'd best no Examine?
Some folk have crossed the pale. Oy, So disease.
Some people can't carry a song note. No Tunes.
No Atonement.
No Harmony.
No Examine?
`

'Um Too Loco.
They crack up.
Total collapse.

Sad breakdown.
Folk (anyone) do
become diseased.
`
Dis - Ease. Strife.
Delusional. Sigh.
O! I Popping Off.
`
You be fun to?
Have sup with.
Holy Presence.
Ay Communion.
`
I do errands `gin.
I stay clear of `smirks.
Today . . . Amazing.
`
We Live and Learn?
Or we remain so ill.
Folk do Project ills.
`
catch-22
`
I banter on and on.
I mean no ill wills.
You Pure in Heart.
`
You lace fingers?
Over my two lips?
I shush. Ay Licks?
`
gads

Scylla ~ thank you. My saludos to you, siempre, but especially on the downhills.

tg within ~ hello! and yes and yum ~

Funsun ~ wakes the neighbors, sometimes...

Kim ~ wrapped in yellow, the word hello starches my skirt
so the hem soaked at the saltwater's edge
leans in to find that one glass of red wine
turns tongues and salads into dessert

D. ~ no dressing needed

Art James ~ after we can take a bath
in moody blue moonlight
maybe spy on Japanese beetles
silk farm fingers quenching thirst.
No harm in hydrating.

Gracias, gente ~

Claus loves his radish rinsed of salty water.
loves his radish rinsed of salty water.
loves his radish rinsed of salty water.
loves his radish rinsed of salty water.
Boss loves her radish rinsed of salty water.

Love all the rhymes within lines in the poem's structure. As for Godzilla devouring the love-child, it got me to thinking …. What would Gamara munch on?

jp ~ we like what we like how and when we like it

VA ~ I think Gamara would join right in...maybe he'd be more patient when it came to breath fire? These are good questions.

One bite at a time....Bravo
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