Poetry competition CLOSED 5th May 2021 2:44am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Ahavati
and PoetsRevenge
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World Tea & philosophy
Poetry Contest Description
Tell me Your favorite tea and how it enables You to chat well into a given night
My favorite is Japanese Hōjicha Tea
but i believe i've only spilled about Tea in 2 spills here in the deep.
Old or new spills OK with me
and referral spills OK, as well (just ask the author for permission)
but i believe i've only spilled about Tea in 2 spills here in the deep.
Old or new spills OK with me
and referral spills OK, as well (just ask the author for permission)
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Infusion
Reach back many dynasties.
Camellia Sinensis the tips so green,
the tender shoot.
Inscrutable is its history,
just read it's leaves.
It's tale of popularity,
That brew , that clear infuse.
Believe me; I conclude
such mountains it can move.
Stirred with an ear of sympathy.
The builders mug on a half built wall,
from the orient its rise and fall.
To calm your wild Neandertal
I think I'll put the kettle on,
to enjoy its song
Liquid ambience with family and friends
the whom you are, in sipped amens
a slice of lemon that Earl Grey demands
Camellia Sinensis the tips so green,
the tender shoot.
Inscrutable is its history,
just read it's leaves.
It's tale of popularity,
That brew , that clear infuse.
Believe me; I conclude
such mountains it can move.
Stirred with an ear of sympathy.
The builders mug on a half built wall,
from the orient its rise and fall.
To calm your wild Neandertal
I think I'll put the kettle on,
to enjoy its song
Liquid ambience with family and friends
the whom you are, in sipped amens
a slice of lemon that Earl Grey demands
Written by slipalong
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Yorkshire tea
There's a photograph I lost down
the back of some old pine drawers,
black dyed hair spiked like a punk
and morning stubble,
sitting thin in a mohair jumper
and ripped jeans.
My voice was cigarettes
through nicotine stained fingers
hands cupped around a steaming brew
its vapour trail captured the cold
collateral of work away digs.
In the background a cluttered kitchen
you can just make out the box
of Yorkshire tea, I can still see the deep
gold swirl, strong enough to stain rocks,
sweet enough to keep in a smokers cough.
It only takes a sip and I am back in my bunk
with a half covered, ready to dunk.
the back of some old pine drawers,
black dyed hair spiked like a punk
and morning stubble,
sitting thin in a mohair jumper
and ripped jeans.
My voice was cigarettes
through nicotine stained fingers
hands cupped around a steaming brew
its vapour trail captured the cold
collateral of work away digs.
In the background a cluttered kitchen
you can just make out the box
of Yorkshire tea, I can still see the deep
gold swirl, strong enough to stain rocks,
sweet enough to keep in a smokers cough.
It only takes a sip and I am back in my bunk
with a half covered, ready to dunk.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Lemon Verbena
How can lemon rind fit
so nicely in a leaf;
jagged little eye-shaped
rough fragment
of grown, green parchment
borne on tall, craggy stems.
I grew some in my window
once, it pushed its way
through stouter tropicals;
a persistent, woody stalk
branching out thinly,
hungry for deep sun.
The first time I tried it
it mellowed me like cbd
but subtler, gentler.
It was an unsweet lemon candy
that needed no sugar.
The hint of bitterness was perfect,
I thought.
The leaves are as rugged as
bay leaves, they need no
bag to contain them
only a spoon to remove them
once soggy.
I bought a big bag
at a farmer's market.
Not quite as vibrant as fresh
but a close second
and I'm hooked up for a while
to contemplate growing
more.
.....
so nicely in a leaf;
jagged little eye-shaped
rough fragment
of grown, green parchment
borne on tall, craggy stems.
I grew some in my window
once, it pushed its way
through stouter tropicals;
a persistent, woody stalk
branching out thinly,
hungry for deep sun.
The first time I tried it
it mellowed me like cbd
but subtler, gentler.
It was an unsweet lemon candy
that needed no sugar.
The hint of bitterness was perfect,
I thought.
The leaves are as rugged as
bay leaves, they need no
bag to contain them
only a spoon to remove them
once soggy.
I bought a big bag
at a farmer's market.
Not quite as vibrant as fresh
but a close second
and I'm hooked up for a while
to contemplate growing
more.
.....
Written by PoetsRevenge
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Anonymous
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This is one competition I truly enjoyed reading the entries. I am sure it was not an easy judge! Congratulations, VirgiliusMaro, for a worthy win, to my podium mate, Poetsrevenge, and to Tallen for a great comp.
Cheers and a good cuppa to all! ☕ 😊
Cheers and a good cuppa to all! ☕ 😊
Anonymous
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