Best Dinning Poems

Your mind has designed the perfect lover
That sensitive man of your special dreams
You wait for him to rip off the covers

Late night dinning with kisses...

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Shadows darkest upon oblivions within hibernal hiding,
Decadent dining pleasures of pandemonium’s presiding...
Waiting is Hades Lord of delivering diabolic deception,
Enslaved souls are surrounding sacrificial seductions...
Falling Angels...

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Zombies ate my Christmas guests
Oh Lord you should have seen it
Don't know what the cops will think
But the neighbors won't believe it

Granny dodged and moved...

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A best-selling song was recorded by Mark Dinning.
In a string of sad songs, this was just the beginning.
In 1960, the lyrics conveyed teary eyes.
“Teen Angel”...

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When dinning out in a restaurant there are things you should not do!
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In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those...

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In my soul I belong somewhere...
I don't know where I belong to.

Maybe somewhere to the distand land
where cacofony of voices
sounds at market place.
Where air is...

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My husband is a drunkard and abusive

Fuming……
Fight is a daily bread in my marriage,
I also lost a tooth in the process,
My body is mountain of...

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Please do not stress Mother dearest

As i do not want to add to your woes

But the dog has just come in covered
in ticks and fleas

And...

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It’s one of the masters of colony domination
and the longest standing territory with unchanged defined borders.
The wave power of praia do Norte
attracts the unique technology...

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Grandpa has a car
A nice old red car
He loves to take it for a long drive
He calls the car, Missy
No one but Grandpa is allowed...

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Great Grand Father

Two years ago I sat at our dinning room table and told a short story
To my grand children.   The story was...

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Withered hands
Gold trimmed plate.
Crashed. BROKEN
To be its fate. Times and
Times again.
Review shards to be
Reglued. Never the same
Design. If that, then a
Kindred mind? Who fused
The perplexing...

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I envision myself as a talented soloist,
After singing Elvis in the dinning-room, to a thankful audience

Would  i be nervous or feel comfortable with the...

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As Memories Fade

Excitement waits 
A week on an island vacation
Shopping boutiques and antique stores
Visiting Art galleries
Dinning and enjoy the entertainment 
With no cell phones
Slowly escaping
Away...

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