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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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