Best Entrees Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection and I profess it will be made available to all...

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime

Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They seemed out to prove
Smart I was not.

Big Furniture Market,
High Point,...

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I think we are all drummers – 
of course, drum musicians know
that drumming is not just pounding
on the skins (well, vinyl these days) – 
there is also, soulful brushwork, and
finessing of symbols...not everyone a crash; 
drums breathe -- all parts -- from outer
shells to inner...

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There was a chef named Luke,
All of his entrees were nuked.
In every dinner he planned,
All of his food was canned,
And most of his patrons puked.

Now many patrons inquired,
Why this chef was never fired,
But his boss was anemic,
and very bulimic,
Which is why Luke was hired.

This Diner's...

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CHALLENGE TITLE POETRY CONTEST FOR AUGUST ON POEMHUNTER.COM! 

'WHY DO TURTLES CROSS THE ROAD? '


OK FOLKS! Please choose your favorite poem from those entered here and remember too to give your reasons for your choice. How often is it that we get to hear why...

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Some folks like food that’s smooth to touch their lips;
which does not come in chunks or crunchy sticks.
They take their tea in leisurely small sips
or eat ice cream with lots of tiny licks.

I rarely ask for smoothies or for yogurt,
for puddings or for bland and...

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While ambling down the boulevard,
I spied a swanky canopy.
As member of the avant-garde,
The classy bistro suited me.

When greeted by the maitre'd,
I nonchalantly said, "Just one."
He smiled and nodded graciously.
My gourmand venture had begun.

As soon as seated, promptly pounced
A waiter dressed in gray and pink.
"My name...

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" Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)


Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Delectably Sweet

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Plants...

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When Little Miss Muffet 
first visited buffets,
she’d choose simple entrees,
cottage cheese

Until one day in line
a grand gourmand spied her.
He advised some cider
and egg foo young.

Now I'm the frightened one;
ev'ry night of the week
new gourmet food they seek.
They're off the grid. 

Heard they ran away to...

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She Simply Said

I'm no model...
I do have my moments,
When the mid-day sun 
Compliments my masculine mask—marvelously
And my mug is admired
So when I asked her
What does she sees in me?
She simply said, "It's the way that you kiss me."

I'm not a "snazzy dresser,"
Jeans, T-shirt and Nike's
Are...

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mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens
molded together, patchwork of leans
drowning withouts more than floating withins
mindsided promises, neglectful of ends
dripdry conundrums in, neat stagnant rows
labias monotonous, pink ugliness grows
necrofeelya coagulants, defy deadbeat hearts
knooseful riddance, mattressinal false starts 
illiterate indifferents, exude egasm entrees' 
= fluid "I's",...

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I have all the Entrees for My Contest "Personify A Tear" A few have already been 
Eliminated not following The Theme. Thank-YOU, Thank-YOU so many Magnificent 
POEMS It will take me awile to finish Judging If YOU did not put YOUR Name on YOUR 
POEM...

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Jack London's home across the Bay,
Now crossing the Golden Gate.
Walking through Fisherman's Wharf,
Smelling the entrees as you pass restaurant doors.

While ships passing along the way,
Fishing boats pulling up to the dock.
Crabs are snapping at your heels,
Fishermen are unloading their catch-of-the-day.

Fresh sea air breeze from the...

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The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be,
The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come,
They missed their warm English beds and their tea.
The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled about,
As they grinched, and they groused, and they cried,
'til of 132 Mayflower passengers and...

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Daylight slants on a promenade
in multi-layered glimmering;
I navigate your way
while walking with the breeze
to nibble loving desires,
like the pile of white china
illuminating a sidewalk café.

The flicker in those earl-grey eyes
mirrors a glassy daylight,
becoming restless and doubtful
I whisper a steamy phrase
to reach out for your feelings,
a...

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