Best Edibles Poems

"They call us the edibles," said a cookie to me,
Whose eyes were chocolates and chips,
"Your mom shaped us into people, as you see,
And now sound...

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I'm laying in bed and it's daylight now. 
Thanksgiving, a week away. 
Always hopeful slumber will eventually fade to dreams,
I finally give up and get...

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Aquafirs miles away in my mind
 warming with springtime sun
 lapping upon the shores of my memory

 sending involuntary movements to my legs
 moving thoughts...

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Tommy’s battle is in the bulge.
So much marmite in his pantry.
Celebrating, he does indulge.
Souper Choir laments in chantry.

What is this edible cement?
I’ve not the wherewithal...

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^she_

^she_  had a love/hate relationship with food
she only fed with her eyes,
i was a sparkless firecracker 
and spoke English like i hated it.

not the...

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7 Ravens

In a terrible time of famine, war, pest and inquisition,
a master Wicca giving homeless boys a apprentice permission.
They had to maintain a household in...

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C is for the Cellulite on my hips dear
A is for my Abs which got so big
R is for the Rich food I've been eating
B...

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I Love Food Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes


Yummy steak fajitas with a pound of sour cream,
   along with hot salsa and many tortilla chips, I...

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The Dickens
                     Authored by Chuck...

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At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by...

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We think we begin to both comprehend,
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I WISH I WEREN’T A COCKROACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I wish I weren’t a cockroach, its no fun at all
People stomp on me, if they find me...

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Crisp smell of winter
Baby's breath of pure snow
Fresh scent of pine, fires aglow
Cinnamon and spice
Baked edibles stored
Nutmeg, clove on turkey ham, some ask for more
Caribbean...

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What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a...

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I have had a highly redundant,
one might even choose polypathic,
graduate studies experience
spanning my adult life to date.

This began with a semester of Philosophy.
Just enough to...

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