Avec Poems - Poems about Avec

       ***Le Minuit Avec Vous*** The Midnight With You To have a sensual repast with thee, Upon a midnight, beneath our beloved Oakwood tree! Whenst the world, not a sound doth make. Just lovers lips heard, smacking of heavenly, baked earthen cakes. Goblets, golden with jewels that doth laugh and twinkle This midnight repast we,...

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6 CHICKEN THIGHS 1 RABBIT ( IN PEICES) 3 tABLESPOONS OF CAYENE PEPPER 5 tABLESPPONS OF ROSEMARY 3 tABLESPOONS OF tHYME 5 TABLESPOONS OF MINCED GARLIC 3 CUPS OF SLICED MUSHROOMS 1 CUP OF YELLOW BELL PEPPER 1 CUP OF CHOPPED HAM 1 CUP OF MINCED ONION 1 CUP OF DICED CELERY 1 DICED CARROTS ( STEAMED) 1 CUP OF SOUR CREAM 3 CUPS OF CHICKEN STOCK 2...

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To you of broken minds and broken souls, For whom do you bow? Is it the sky’s fyre, who rises west of the east and sleeps beyond your grasp, Or have you found a blacksmith to call your master? Intrude not upon me with your sad tears Trailing clean paths upon your muddy boots I will crack my breast open...

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Avec Amour softly seasons change melting into one another winter to spring Sping to summer. but fall strides in seven league ice boots, hugging trees so tight they blush crimson drop their tarted leaves like brilliant skirts around their ancient ankles then sleep sated through the winter....

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Le Problème avec des Blancs – Translation of Jim Everett’s « The White Man Problem » by T. Wignesan (Jim Everett, Mawbana Pleregannana, b. 1942 on Flinders Island, Tasmania, has had a chequered career and like almost all the aboriginal poets and writers in English of the first post-WWII generation, hardly made it over the primary...

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A waiting doll in your waiting corner where you left me to love me later. Your jointed, painted playmate stilled, eyes wide and thrilled where you left for solace someday. I am timepiece. mantel placed with Christmas lace? I am mark the date your ticking tock tock knock three chime movement, seconds flat chiseling out time to spend Am i your singing cherub child? Red faced...

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mince kebab with fluffy rice aubergine puree saffron marinade chicken baked celeriac buttery galette a Chile Red!...

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Carols sang by accordions and violas glaze tete-a-tetes with saccharine vim. The winsome diction in the oui’s and moi’s makes local tongues more suave to hear. Above, the stars waltz with charm- luring hearts to sigh in awe; from croissant, the moon, assume a sphere while fireworks circle around her brim. The classic aura of cobblestone streets become avant-garde with stiletto heels; faded hints of wine...

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