Whoever rubs himself with garlic will not smell of cloves.
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Spice Girl
Bland and ordinary will not do,
They’re much too dull for the likes of you.
Plain Vanilla makes you snooze,
even chocolate is yesterdays news.
You’re a bit of a nut, Meg, it appears,
a bit hung over from ginger beers.
Your racks ‘well stocked with exotic favors.
Cinnamon stick your favorite flavor.
Cloves and garlic, Tarragon too
You’re a saucy wench, and tasty true.
But of all the spices on your shelf
I first reach for you, yourself.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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No matter if you eat a little or a lot of garlic, the smell is just as strong.
They made the garlic a bride, its smell did not come out for forty days.
Carnations (Balassi Stanza)
Carnations grow lovely,
perfect beauty I see
in vivid colours of white
red, pink, some are yellow
with loveliness they glow,
are usually quite bright,
they smell somewhat like cloves,
have purity of doves,
they are flowers drawing sight.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You can never have enough garlic. With enough garlic, you can eat The New York Times.
quote by Morley Safer
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That Smell
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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No Hiding Place
No hiding Place
Shadow, shadow on the wall why did you disappear? Now I can’t go into
the bathroom to see if I’m here. Look at the map of Rumania, think of Dracula
switch on more light; and remember I have no garlic cloves. Look up Norway,
on the Google map, such a pleasant country, peace loving people,
the plods carry no guns and you can ask them for direction and they will tell
you where to go should you be as stupid as get lost in their quaint little towns.
But I also see a man dressed in fantasy uniform, walking around a lake island
killing children like they should be rabbits infected with myxomatosis and
it must be stopped before it spreads to people on the mainland.
The shadow on the wall is back looks familiar I wave the shadow waves back.
I’m safe in my tiny Portuguese village, but for how long?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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That Smell
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree youre in my way
Theres too much coke and too much smoke
Look whats going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you prince charming
Cant speak a word when youre full of ludes
Say youll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, youre a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Dawn Scent
cutting basil leaves
with bare hands at midnight
at dawn the spring onions
are jealous
at noon it is time
to peel the garlic
on an early night
i smell the scent of white flowers
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Think I Smell A Rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where it's at
I think I smell a rat
walking down the street
carrying a baseball bat
I think I smell a rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where is at
I think I smell a rat
treating your mother and father
like a welcome mat
I think I smell a rat
song performed by by White Stripes
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Second Helping Anyone?
Savor the fine flavor, they're the pride of Birmingham,
And if your down in Jackson, try them with some June Bug Jam.
Go ask Billy Bob or Bubba and they'll say 'Sweet Lord above,
It's Goat Guts and Garlic Grits that we do dearly love! '
Sweet Lacey Jo and Betsy Leigh
Spice them up nice in Tennessee
And they're served around the clock
A little south of Little Rock!
Oh, they claim that folks inhale 'em
In Charleston and Winston-Salem!
In Lexington and Atlanta
Children leave them out for Santa!
A Tradition that's very old, a Redneck specialty I'm told.
They're yummy in the tummy, wish they'd serve them at the Ritz...
Any rebel down in Dixie knows by the smell that it's...
Them good ole Goat Guts and them Garlic Grits!
From the book: 'A Woolly Mammoth on Amelia Street: Read Aloud Poems4Kids' By: Todd St. Pierre
www.LouisianaBoy.com
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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The Car
I know a man
Who rubs his car
And snubs his wife
She, longing wishfully, sits at the rear
He, beaming gleefully, puts the gear
As always, he has a bohemian smooth ride
And she, has a bumpy shaky ride
I know a man
Who rubs his car
And snubs his wife
poem by Ramachandran Suresh Babu
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The Battle
Dames should be doomed to dungeons
Who masticate raw onions.
She was the cuddly kind of Miss
A man can love to death;
But when I sought to steal a kiss
I wilted from a breath
With onion odour so intense
I lost my loving sense.
Yet she was ever in my thought
Like some exotic flower,
And so a garlic bulb I bought
And chewed it by the hour;
Then when we met I thrilled to see
'Twas she who shrank from me.
So breath to breath we battled there,
To dominate each other;
And though her onions odious were,
My garlic was a smother;
Till loth I said: 'If we would kiss
Let's call an armistice.
'Now we have proved that we are true
To our opinions,
My garlic I'll give up if you
Give up your onions.'
And so next day with honey sips
How sweet her lips!
poem by Robert William Service
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Oil And Garlic And Peanuts
past aroma of
garlic sticking to the oil
to crunchy peanuts
on that tryst
under the acacia trees
on a line of electric lamp posts
we watch the sea
the salty winds touch our faces
we were pure
we only want some company
we had nothing to do
it was the last day
of the garlic flavored peanuts
and then we parted
we were like the winds of the sea
on a short stay
at the boulevard
cooling off some broken dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We smoked a lot of cloves.
quote by Method Man
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Kielbasa
No,
I'm not Polish.
Do I have to be?
To love kielbasa...
With scrambled eggs, hashbrowns
And hot tea.
That's my favorite,
Although I do enjoy it with beans.
Leafy vegetables like cabbage also will do.
I tried to make it once.
1 -1/2 lbs of lean boneless pork
1/2 boneless veal
1 tsp.salt to add zest and zeal.
I used 1 tsp. of black crushed pepper,
With three cloves of crushed fresh garlic.
A tablespoon of mustard seed...
And a 1/4 cup of ice also crushed.
Make sure you get the casing.
Cut the meat into small chunks.
Then grind the meat with the seasonings and ice.
Mix this well...
Stuff the mixed meat into the casing.
Either smoke this stuff in an outside smoker.
Or grill.
Oh yes...
Don't forget to tie a knot into the casing!
And close each end.
If you don't you'll have sausage all over the place.
Just a Spring recipe to enjoy for Easter AND...
St. Patrick's Day.
But the Irish have their own separate deliciousness!
Recipe:
Courtesy of Global Gourmet...Global Destinations
www.globalgourmet.com
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Like Smells
i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sweet emotion
The taste of raspberry on her lips
Green apple candy
And fruit with strawberry dips
Aroma of lavender after a shower
Basil on pizza
Put there just to tease ya
Licorice sticks with sweet vanilla swirls
A beautiful girl with long golden curls
Cave into the emotion
A brand new puppy with big brown eyes
His aroma is lovely and pungent
I think I'll call him cinnamon
The smell of cloves on a freshly baked ham
And the taste of sweet candied yams
Make me drool like cinnamon
And the fool that I am.
Road To Lovina
descending
from the misted island apex
of a garish golf club
resort
the mountains slope seaward
in second gear
through monkey
territory
past the poorer of the poor
on the arid karst
past rainforest
artist retreats
and down the valley
through the clove hamlets
siesta
on mattresses of drying cloves
we blend our heads
with harvest buds
in a documentary
of the clove
and every smile
to greet our drive
a frivolous after-school
atmosphere
of kids
all arms and flirting
going home
slow as tropical plants
compacted into Dutch
economies of space
picket fence
clove-stained sarongs dry
a breezy
ignorance of history
‘behind’ us now
dormant volcano
kept sleepy with prayer and
animal sacrifice
the road goes on
to inter-island seas
where the blood and ash
of speechless times
are purged
with cloves
to feed the coral
in its turquoise sea
blooming without bitterness
lurid shallows
and dark up welling
as the shelf drops off
towards such depths
the mountain can’t imagine
under its fragrant canopy
medicinal levels
of easy questions
asking why
why the sharks
rise up sometimes
to terrorise the bright
green light
and we know that cloves
can’t answer that
nor the shady school
of rural thought we thought
we’d found again
like a promise to return
poem by Adam Aitken
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I have bad breath
I have very bad breath
It smells like decay and death
People say it makes them sick
As it also smells like garlic
People shirk away, Ok I get the hint
I will have to suck on yet another mint
When people face me, they look away
Looks like I'm gonna have to invest in some mouth spray
People face me and wince
Looks like I will need to buy mouth rinse
I think the smell comes from rotten caries
Or from my bad gum disease
What ever it is, people won't come near me
I am rejected from society
Looks like I won't be missed
Until I get myself to the dentist
poem by Katherine Shaw
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