Condiments - 4 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Condiments - 4
The blood in his eyes
Just jalapeno
Peppering his life
It has been a pleasure reading your series and conversing with you.
The feeling is mutual. I hope you like my poem Divine Supper which you had inspired me to write.
The red chillies we cultivate are sooooo very spicy and pungent. Their puncgecy isn't over 500,000 SHUs. You taste them and you are in heaven the next second….
Jalapeño is nothing, just medium pungency, with Scoville heat units of 4,000 to 8,500. Nothing compared to The red chillies we produce and we eat. Yummy series, Richard. Your poems tickle my taste buds… thanks
I've had those red chillies. HOT! doesn't even begin to desribe them. Poet Menon, this series has been fun to write. And just as much fun to discourse with you. Thank you so very much!
Thank you so much, Sylvia. This is a fun series. Kicked off my shoes. Laid back. And started writing. Hopefully, I'll add a few more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Yes you are right, at times we need a fire in eyes to succeed.5****
Which the Toronto Maple Leafs seem to be lacking!