Best Cauliflower Poems

Soft,gentle and sweet all day,
You make me always want to pray,
For taught like yours no one can pay,
You are nothing but my Cauliflower.

Everybody queuing up to see your face,
But i will never let them touch you with their hands full of lace,
For taught of you...

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Have you heard of my friend, Cauliflower Jackson?
Raised 17 boys and 11 girls working for Matson.

He jumped a train to Idaho,
Now all his kids are outside my window.

You recall a Samantha Guntwrench?
Assistant librarian, only spoke French.

Other day she jumped off the library roof and landed...

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The flavor of Cauliflower cheese;
is a recipe that's sure to please.

Though I have to confess that I find,

Melon Cauli a sad recipe.
When I have it, it's so bad for me....

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Ever notice how cauliflower
Resembles an image of brainpower
Some big some small
Some not there at all
But my huge cerebrum couldn't be prouder...

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He still stands
in the back row
with the traditional misery.

His plants 
always get his carbon dioxide.
But his hope
trapped in the collapsed price
suffocates.

Farm Aid Package orbits 
over his life 
like a malfunctioning satellite.
His debt thrives
among the dream debris. 

The farmers’ dry voice flames
in the street.
He too
throws his...

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She made cauliflower with cheese. 
It was her signature dish. 

She made me want it every day. 
The aroma must have been an aphrodisiac,
but then again
you don't need to be led to the table 
at age twenty.

Sometimes we made cheese and toast
with Worcestershire sauce,
a snack...

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Cauliflower- A translation from Ashif Entaz Robi
Men may get possessed with ghosts, mine was a scope to cope with cauliflower. For an uncertain grief, I tried to brief with a rhyme that day
On a winter day, I did not ask , my love , for...

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Every defeat and sorrow takes a chunk of heart
time spent bridging cracks-soothing scars.

Infrequent visits to overgrown graves
cackling to a God that never answers back
navigating second hand soulmates-third rate jobs 
dusting off old habits to fill lonely days-

Eventually we'll shuffle around this cold world 
toting heavy-...

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