Best Floured Poems

French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf of French bread. 
	Then, laughing a bit, 
	you insert your powdery finger 
	into my right ear. 
	
 	I’m startled... 
	I...

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Every year at Chanukah,
Like from divine command,
My grandma made the cookies
All her grandkids would demand.

These humble sugar dainties,
Cut in shapes and rolled out thin,
Served as harbinger that Chanukah
Could finally begin.

But each one, crisp and delicate,
Came with the possibility
That part of it would snap away,
Because of...

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Terrence the Turkey was feeling quite perky
Passing time in his rafter and doing no harm
No fighting nor squabbling, just gabbling and gobbling
Turkey talking turkey down on the farm.

Whilst having a natter, tame turkey type chatter
Before his two eyes his mate Thomas got nabbed
His shocked first...

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Pumpkins orange glowing bright
shine into the darkest night
ghouls and ghosts and all things scary
small werewolves with fingers hairy
Descend upon us once a year
on the eve renown for fear
Be ready quick to pay the ghost
or you'll soon end up as toast
Little taps upon your door
demanding treats...

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I guess I was a gift that was never opened, a question that was never answered, 
a clever thought that was never utilized, a blessing from God, never realized, 
only criticized and recognized, through the temporary owner of the devil’s eyes, 
lies vividly visualized, and...

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stand on the podium
stand up for the crowd
you gold medal coffee maker
you champion toll collector
you safety food inspector

take a bow and wave to the people
you road-line painter
you lifetime dishwasher
the national anthem plays a
glory hallelujah salute to you

you topflight tire changer
pump me up! fire ranger,
you game...

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Growing Young in Ziontown

Admiring the dogwoods as I walked that path with dad after the work day was through. He walked and talked of life, nature and wisdom showed from him to the light shades of the sky of blue. Showered at times with a...

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red Mexican chilies 
hot jalapeno peppers
tasty refried beans
sizzling chicken fajitas
bits of fresh lettuce
scoop of onion
rolled up in a floured burrito
delicacy fit for a queen...

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Ice cream and water
Why, even bother
Cinnamon peanut, butter
Fresh churn collards
what is the purpose of man
Cooking in saucepans
On the stoves and. . .
candy under the iron
flavored running water, (nobody's trying)
who'd taught us?
taught us
Spring not a well
Floured fishes
Like golden fishes
Pepperidge Farm Goldfish
wHo placed the Carmel on the...

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So astonished
Was I when I saw you,
From my safe little corner across
The room,
Behind the glass like all the pastries
That were available to me
Not barred by the displays indeed,
I watch you move.

The indulgence of the moment,
I take in your design
That blaze of robin eggshell blue,
That coating...

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What does the sp stand for in Spam
Wonder how many and what words start with sp
Bought a can of Lite Spam
Sliced thinly floured and fried in hot vegetable oil
Cheap meat but what is this in this can
Hummmmm! Pork with ham and chicken
Ah! Chicken that is...

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Come along now she'd say to me and then together we would knead 
two strong arms and a floured face, this woman had love and speed 
It was Christmas Eve, and I will never forget her zeal nor her passion 
"Where did daddy hide my...

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Hey Hey
Listen up ya'll
Got somethin' somethin' to say

To my dismay
Many lyrics today
Lack redeeming value

Spew Spew Spew
Rhyme after rhyme
Contagious, adhesive slime

Not a crime
Watch you descend
Amidst charcoal ashes
As a one hit wonder trend

Many obsessed
Engulfed in cloudy confusion
Lusty Dissolution
CAUTION, CAUTION!
Innate sexual craze
May be a shallow
Transient phase
Act too impulsively
Could...

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Contained by myself
Drawing the wages of the bombed out present day
Away from his story, now my story but
Finding no plastic to pay for Plathist words

To say What?  He can look at me here now
A shell of a father's folly soon spent
Gone by are his...

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Praise be to the cook
Who wrote the book
With the plan 
To fry green tomatoes in the pan

Sliced thin very green
Battered or floured
On the scene
Dropped in hot grease sour

Sizzle in the pan
Can be finest hour
Green tomatoes in flour
Man oh man power...

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