Best Acquired Poems

You are what you eat; it is true,
                    So cannibals are people too!

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I sit on the fence
Would like to be eccentric
But don’t quite pull it off
I still cater to way too many people
Yet I’ll never become their puppet

So beware to those who
Try to pull their stunts
I don’t handle well 
Being manipulated
Though I’ll applaud it
If well done

I no...

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I want to be a fireman
  I want to be a cop
I want to be a celebrity
  Don't want to work at I-Hop

I want to be a quarterback
  I want to be a split end
I want to be a running back
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Sweet sweets,  the marrow and feets.  This lusting for organs, sinew, and meats.  Lovely is this vibration of death echoing along my taste buds.  Warm, pungent breath.  Like a holocaust nightmare filling my lungs with blood. I’ve that slow motion...

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a dawn delicacy
the mistlethrush
everyday grub...

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The old man dreams of lace covered utensils
slowly excavating moistened coffers.
 
Searching for the drought of complacent wonder
He tools his eyes, forgiven by winds of
stuttering perception.
 
The taste of what is beyond reach,
an unforgiving spice; rapping hard
upon his weathered palate. 
 
Senses bound by the...

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The quiet heart dines with memories stored
payment acquired from every charade
some are of dark times by my own accord
I've no concern about how long they've stayed
some are pleasant guests lost in a daydream
when life was consumed in joyous fashion
and moonbeam faces held smiles all agleam
as...

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gain human conscience
make understandable science...

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The cooks in the Japanese navy
Make a dish of aquatic fly larvae.
Too small to filet them,
They just lightly sauté them
In well-sugared soy sauce as gravy.

That Venezuelans eat spiders may be new to a few,
Though tarantulas rarely end up in a stew.
They're best when they're toasted,
Or...

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The odor of spoiled milk
waged a scented battle
with a too full diaper.
His pablum drool
swung on a saliva string.

"Ain't he cute!!"  I asked
"He's my baby brudder."

John G. Lawless
12/1/2020...

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Kids and dogs tend to like me.
The kids because they sense
I haven’t grown up yet,
The dogs sniffing the essence
Of a long-lost puppy inside.

Adults seem to be more standoffish
Probably put off by my lingering puppy grin.
Eventually we find a common ground
As I have been defined as...

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The peach sits 
heavy in my palm,  
its fuzz a soft promise 
against my calloused hand.  

I bite in too soon, 
its flesh hard and sour. 
A pit splits open 
revealing cyanide 
disguised as an almond. 

The juice drips 
down my chin, 
sticky...

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An Acquired Taste for Wine
David J Walker

A sip only
 And
	Only a sip
That might be savored 
Avoiding the bitter
	The soured 

Searching for the
Unique in flavor

A bouquet 

That which does not
flower
Before its time

Rather than
Falling into the dark
Drunkenness 

Of the wrong wine...

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Like fine wine,
She's an acquired taste.
Some will like her,
Others will not.

They can take her 
In small sized portions,
Samples,
Or one sip at a time.
Not a full glass,
And never in one go.

She may be
What they want at first,
But so time will move
And while wine
Goes better with time,
She...

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In 2016 when I bought my town house,
one of my first visitor's was my ex-spouse.
He wanted me prepared for life's breaks and knocks,
so he gifted me my very first tool box..
 I never acquired these skills in our long marriage he was the fixer,
and I...

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