Best Fork Poems

As you travel down life's path,
You never know what lies ahead, 
What you may think is a smooth path,
Will be a rough journey instead,
Where obstacles may impede your way,
And make you to discouraged to go on,
But if you put your faith in God
He will show...

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I can give a chick an option
And she'll pick the other path
Just to divide herself 
Like she out here doing math
Calculating all the ways things can go bad
She don't understand happiness
Cause she's used to being sad
I grab her by the hand
And slightly stroke her on...

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In my travels among the roads of life,
I stumbled upon pathos, sadness and strife,
Sometimes I headed down the byway without a thought,
Not caring of the consequences and misdeeds which brought
Broken promises, hurtful words and lack of trust,
My soul cried out in despair dear Lord reach...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
    It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around the curve, saw it too late to swerve;
    the puncture caused his front tire to explode.
A silver-plated...

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The Fork In The Path

Where does this trail go?
Does it lead through meadows with gently flowing grass?
Flowers dancing in the warm breezes from distant mountains
Bees and birds flying among wispy clouds
With the scent of violet relaxes the mood of the land
Does it lead into a...

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PASTA: A FORK OF HEAVEN

In a pot of bubbling boiling water,
I drop hard nine inches long bundle of farfelles..

Minutes passed,between my fingertips, 
I pressed one strand, al- dente! 

In a  platter glittering white, 
I form a fist of fresh-cooked pasta noodles,

pouring a hot scoop...

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The Day Baklava Bent the Fork
 
By: Moji Agha
 
April 15, 2010
 
On this taxing day on Earth,
I finally saw with my own physical eyes,
in one hilariously sweet moment,
the sticky triumph of baklava over the fork.
 
The formerly cocky fork,
his erect ego bent,
finally learned what...

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mixing words and rhyme , devote passion designed,  
   colors and shades blend , my vision I send ,a path 

   a mystic Irish presence , calming senses , 
   whispers in ear to follow stay near, ...

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poisoned bite evades

dividing overgrown blades

creek’s water cascades...

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I am lost in a tangled wood
Reaching for a rope like thread
Two fingers balancing
One, two, three….
Like ballerina legs
Gliding along the tendril floor
Inching forward, halted
By a knotty carrefour

The dense foliage
Throwing shadows around the cracks
Guiding God’s fingers
Illuminating the furcate tracks
A judgment, God or Heart…
Trust or regret…
One path...

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Someone caught a spoon in bed with a fork,
I assume that's why we now have the spork.
Let's hope they don't catch them with a knife,
Could you imagine a knoon or a fife?...

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New York, New York, the road in the fork  
   of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork

Like Rockefeller, Moynihan and Andrew Cuomo
   Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong, John Lenon and Yoko Ono

Lenny Bernstein and Lenny Bruce
 ...

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Now speak to me my heart and urge me forth
in marching beat my lungs to breathe the air;
too few the years contracted to a span
'ere time and days decline as sun set fair.

My swaddling now become a thinning shroud
a cloak for the great big gig...

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Jean strolled in the woods
She has done this often
This day she went further 
Until she came to a fork
     in the road
She stood there for hours
Deciding which way to go
Then settled to go back from
     where she...

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Perchance yar juiced a young man or woman 
maybe born, bread and raised in the city that never sleeps
and as a loyal son or daughter take a tram 
to enjoy a tasty repast with widowed momma,
cuz eve since da papa passed away....
a futile attempt made...

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