Kettle Of Fish Poems - Poems about Kettle Of Fish

...Poets: Paciolo Pen Saint Ft Poet Em Em Ft Sebastian Jnr I'm a flying bird but I'm broken My wings are cupped & shackled I'm a choir but my voice is gone Still I can hum the horrors in my mind ......Read the rest...

...As coffee cups go mine's very pretty With butterflies and flowers thereon Not very masculine I must admit But welcome at the crack of dawn Stumbling my way down to the kitchen At six o'clock o......Read the rest...

...Talking apple and oranges may deliberate, wondering to what has been considered. Different things altogether just multiplied, losing the string of thoughts refined. The extended version by lots......Read the rest...

...Well, this morning began “a fine kettle of fish” to my taste (ambiguity present and somewhat ironic), no waste of intent here. ‘Walk’ mentioned proforma, ‘glazed doughnut’ from Stan’s (1) tasked, ......Read the rest...

...A young demon stood at the crossroads Not knowing which way to go “I need to go to Hell” he thought But the way I just don't know ......Read the rest...

...I'll drink to that, three sheets in the wind, the Booze cruise Drinking like a fish, kicking the bucket a fine kettle of fish, beyond the pale. A fish o......Read the rest...

...POLLY'S KETTLEDRUM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kettle of fish, different, cliche, song? Kettledrum, melodic sound all its own. Let's not forget Polly, coz she put one on. Perhaps she had a p......Read the rest...

...DIFFERENT KETTLE OF FISH Under the hue of azure sky the water blue and clean The rolling ripples sparkled with the sun’s gleam The simmering shine glowed on my silky s......Read the rest...

... Placid pond I leave, now a fine kettle of fish Lake lacks Life I grieve. 9-Feb-2018 Contest: Kettle, Pond, Lake Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron......Read the rest...

...What is the difference between a digger, a forklift truck, a spoon, and a toaster? None. Bread slices can be carried by forklifts and bread can be dug by a digger particularly if ground. The toaster ......Read the rest...

...As coffee cups go mine's very pretty With butterflies and flowers thereon Not very masculine I must admit But sure welcome at the crack of dawn Stumbling my way down to the kitchen At six o'......Read the rest...

...The broken sun is in my veins. Sometimes we are dead, sometimes are alive again. The things you will tell me fill my heart with pain. Your words are like cold and steel chains. You will write you ......Read the rest...

...The dark dinginess of the room And its odoriferousness; Obviously, it wasn’t broomed In an age, the place was a mess. The odor was suffocating And it needed ventilation. Unfit for a human being......Read the rest...

...Papa sat there, quiet, Reading his books Never raised his voice Or give you nasty looks He just read his books On metaphysics and inner self Books I have not seen On any library shelf ......Read the rest...