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Grook Food Poems | Grook Poems About Food

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Details | Grook |

Pie Eating Contest

The thin ones
are the win ones
wherever at.
Until too many wins
and suddenly a loss
because too fat.

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Grook |


to be curried away in green cardamom dreams
	is to float in the zest of orange spicy creams.
to fight against urges of curcuma yellow lust,
	is to steady the ship and do what we must.
to bathe in the warmth of ginger drop puddles
	is to swim for your life in in savory cuddles.
to blend myth in the caves of surprise
	is to gather the taste that thrives in your eyes.
to climb into the mist of coriander green hills
	is to sharpen the senses with pepper corn pills.
to stoke the hungry fire of a garlic grinning mouth
	is to furnish the vestibule with cajun black south
to find your way home on a wintery dark day
	is to remember the cinnamon that lit your way

Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014