Best Entree Poems

She is Goddess of Day
Her first duty is to Dawn
She paints a pale peach skyway
Spills dew on the waiting lawn

Nature is her - she holds...

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I am the Shell of a POET, Gazing upon my Last Sunset : Dancing with Death
The Shell of a POET, absorbed in Nature: inhaling whispers...

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HURT (Acrid Soul)

Hurt
Lingers
on her tongue.
Lips unable
to adjust. Prayers be-
came her remedy. Lips
slowly moving; causing her
tongue to breathe yet again. In hopes
of not tasting another acrid
soul...

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A plucky fellow wakes us up each day at dawn
To the tune of cock-a-doodle-do we yawn

How grateful we've been that we need no alarm
His sunrise...

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"petites éruptions" 

life pops 
oven red 
poppy petals

opium
eyes smoking
jade reflections

deep 
as the deep
blue ocean 

milky skin soft 
and sweet as 
juicy peaches 

crimson lips 
crushing...

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BLUEBERRY BOAT

I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat
With cellophane sails on cinnamon mast
It could be cold so I’ll take a coat
And In case of...

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Once upon a night so bleak,
frozen silent laid the creek --
air of death, pushed, swore
and swore...as if were fists
pounded the frail, wood door;

shutters noised, bolting...

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Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they...

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We are friendly sort of people, greeting and asking how you are,
One great nation, two languages, the distance between coasts far,
Travel to Quebec or to...

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Chicken Lollipops

Saturday entree made us salivate for seconds.











10 November 2015
Food & Our Memory Contest - Awarded 2nd Place
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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“I never Travel without my Diary, one should always have 
    something sensational to read“. . . Oscar Wilde, 1891

Friday August 24th...

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Have you had a dinner overlooking Rome?
A quiet, garden setting, where you two are alone?

Darkened bushes, candlelit table, with tiny lights all aglow,
romanticize the setting,...

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We Will Party Like Theres No Tomorrow

Weekend is here, there’s
Excitement in the air,

Well-wishers all about,
Illuminating lights of colors bright, 
Literary elite ready for the night,...

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Recently, I thought upon the story of Jesus and his disciples having their Last Supper together.  I considered the fact that there were few...

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There’s Father’s Day
There’s Mother’s Day
Why can’t there be Brother’s Day
Maybe in the month of May
Set it up without delay
A Brother’s Day
Mom and Dad would probably...

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