Best Flavorless Poems

Pineapple pizza with pink pepperoni,
Buffalo wings and brown guacamole,
Little dead fishes in sour cream sauces,
Onions and garlic and greasy red sausage.

Cucumber sandwiches plastered with mustard,
Lemons and limes in a yucky green custard,
Fat happy chickens less all of their feathers,
Tomatoes, potatoes, my mother's hot peppers...

These are...

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The world shifted a bit when I walked inside,

my resolution blind to the choke of memory.

It wasn't even you, just your little sister..

I still wanted to turn around, and walk right 

back out of the restaurant. Go home.

**** lunch. Hungry for solitude, I fumbled

with the...

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Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s...

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I fell into shadow. All is heavy.
Body is quiet. Yet, mind rejects me.
Left without full breath. Everything is gray.
I don't want to go. I don't want to stay.
No hunger, taste, or cheer. Silence is bliss.
Waves of empty, crash into my abyss.
No angry tears. I, just...

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I'm lownly and have nobody and nothing 
You had me wondering where you've been...singing and crying and yelling and silently dying, wingless and willing to fly away and bring some happiness in this world of woe...I'll just joyously sing and do my thang 
You're hot...

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Please! This isn't supposed to happen.
You and I. A team forever.
You the heart, me the captain.
Your blue eyes watered, 
tinged with salt.
I sat broken. 
It was my fault.
Watching you die slowly, too;
I sat silently in pain.
I was at a loss. No idea what to do.
Nothing...

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Eating vegetarian is easy, delicious and tasty,
     it is not weird, mushy, or bland or flavorless;
imaginative combinations of recipes can be created,
           it is not just salads but a cornucopia bountiful.

I...

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My favorite painting-a special theme
A small bright colored truck that sells ice cream
How flavorless and pale its nature now seems
Its palette has faded for many a year
It speaks fatigued like an old man’s dream
Its vision has little euphony, no pleasure I fear

My fairytale is no...

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Words-
What else can you write on a
Blank canvas?
Feelings,
Masked emotions,
Flavorless words coming from
Flavor-FULL lips that just can't!
Can't find the right words
Can't speak the native tongue, even though your parents taught it to you at the age of nine
Can't talk to God because you're afraid he'll only...

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Yes you are lacking in basic culinary skills
your cooking is wanting for a flavor thrill
And heaven knows you'll never make a savory dish
so close your eyes and use the chefs last wish
Food too plain and bland what do you do
get that jar of mustard and...

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 "You must have known you were wrong when your fingers dipped inside me searching for honey that would not come for you."
-rupi kaur




   searching endlessly for sweetness
you crowded my reasons for letting you go-
        ...

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TOMATO CHASE

Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless

In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful

Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green marble
Stalk n stems grow bigger
Marbles grow larger
The green fuzzy rough...

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Eating celery just won't do
every day on the scale makes me mighty blue
Lose one pound gain back two
using a laxative is just too crude

           One sunny day I'll be thin again
    ...

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A dot crept  
Tarnishing a blue sky.
A red ball, a period, paused in small hands.
Something twinkled in the sky—falling.
An eye closed and a thumb raised:
Smearing it, mocking it.

A thousand gossamer threads trailed it.
And Atropos—sublime, dreadful
Was patient at her platform
blades, hungry, dull from work

Then: white,...

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Destined to be a failed success...a successed fail...yes, I made up a bizarre name with a matching term to success...I'm clutter butter (margarine) when I should be the finest quality of butter when I utter words of advice and acknowledgement from on high or from...

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