Baked Poems - Poems about Baked

monks once used egg whites to starch their habits crisp clean dumping yellow yolks ~ but a waste not want not pledge inspired a baked custard tart in an act of grace their heavenly recipe was kept secret sold...

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What was that one line story? That my parents told me, What was that one line story? I believe it said, “it’s important to be clean” Stir away your soul, Make your world all your own Serve yourself away, Wipe away the stains from the corner Keep your soul strong And get your in order! Then you are, All baked, All better Then you are, All baked,...

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Blue ribbon excellence she said with glee Judging a cherry pie made just for me Crust as sweet and flaky as it should be I love the baked goods of my cousin Vee...

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A pot am I made some two decades back, Baked too but not enough, In search of a good kiln To rid some half-baked fluff. And then to set sail In this ocean of life. Why? Go far without getting drowned, Someone is waiting there for me. Who? Not sure, I’ve to figure out Nor I know who he is, Nor why waiting he is. When will...

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Easy to please an ignorant, Easier still, man of talent, But too hard ‘tis a call To please half-baked know all, Whom, even gods of heaven can’t. _______________________ Translation | | please, ignorant, intelligent Poet’s Note: Bhartruhari was a poet king in central India in the seventh century CE, who when disillusioned in love renounced kingdom and became an...

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They tease me, Vying for my attention Behind the bakery display case. Voluptuous, some bursting with fruit, The brazen, the coquettish, They tease me. Which to pick? The Austrian strudel or Danish Vying for my attention? Impetuously taking her In my car, from Behind the bakery display case....

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. Did you know that there is a place we can go Enjoy some soup, Poetry Soup that is I love it so All kinds of ingredients go into the pot to cook, You don’t believe me? Right now just take a look There...

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Promised a honey baked life by Uncle Sam, a V.A. loan, and a mini-van. Three kids and a fenced yard. It should be attainable to those who worked so hard. They served, they sacrificed as mother's wept, came home to be forgotten to a government that's inept.. Our unsung hero's who fought gallantly, are supposed to be our nations first priority.....

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I sat on what we have always called our marked bench and smoked. Just wish you were here with me, because we could have toked, The sad thing is I only wish you would be a little more stoked....

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As with a well baked cake, That will not be palatable, If one does not have a recipe to follow, And take too may shortcuts, A well baked friendship will need the right amount of patience, And tastes better if you don't add any soft soap. Friendship like a well baked cake, Needs to be baked at the right temperature, And if you...

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A brown sugar glazed ham every holiday dinner planned Christmas and Easter and New Year tradition beside that turkey with Thanksgiving cheers those holiday feast with family we remember dear Crowned with pineapple rings attached by cloves the smell in the oven baking tempts your nose Display on the dinning table center stage sweet meat candy the holiday rage Sliced thin so more...

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You're looking hot Deceptive skin I lust to know your Soft within A slice in two Reveals your soul Accompanied With salad bowl I scoop away Your very heart Combine with cheesy joy To start Then pop you back In skin replace Moments before I stuff my face For veggies first That is the rule As rhyme destroys 'Poetic cool' Often prejudged By outer shell By those who know you Less than well And yet, potato Your simple...

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potato salad baked taste red orange sunshine causing bubble guts...

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Birds baked in pies, babies rocked out of trees Kids all falling down from some dreadful disease Young Hansel and Gretel May wind up in a kettle What tormented minds write stories like these? 12/4/22...

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Memories of childhood days long past When summers seemed to last and last And in those summers' days long gone In memory the sun always shone. And I remember now Something quite funny; Most of the time We had no money. Not yet men yet not quite boys Past the stage of playing with toys Long days spent on Cowden beach Two miles...

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