Best Blenders Poems

Look closely,  feel the harmless heat 
enveloping black-diamond 
         petals in the glistening
   ...

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Though I ain't a cordon bleu chef as the title might imply,
I can still whip up gourmet fare in the blink of an eye!
And to...

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clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes  "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders...

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(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited...

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Red, Blue, And Yellow

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Cup Cake

Your favorite food is cupcake, so is mine
I cover my wife Cupcake in layered chocolate 
The recipe is simple, defined with love and hunger...

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The People's Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book...

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My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff,
I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost,
putting piles of our old clothes and...

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cars, knives, building, planes, boats, pens, computers, soda pop,  lighters, money,
jewelery, tvs, tool, stoves, fridges, blenders, forks, spoons, guns, heater, ac, belts,
fans, canned food,...

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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots...

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Though I'm not a professional cook as the title might imply,
I can still whip up delectable fare in the blink of an eye.
And to an...

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both sides use conscience for a hook
it's a con artist's suitcase
fill your cup in the Ocean of Tears
there's enough of everything in there
toasters glowing blenders...

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So much more I could say
about everything from those days,
the times at the shops hardly touched
with hands out, but laughing
for cash for the drugs.

Or snowball...

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For women men drop big cash 
To have them toothy smiles flash:
If one needs windows, gets Sash:
Blenders to tomatoes mash,
Women quite free to sound brash!

For...

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Every evening, I could witness, in my childhood, 
Beggars, going from home to home, for daily food;
Fear filtered into my heart, as though from fountains,
I...

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