Best Frying Poems
Frying PanMany springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrict the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways...
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Categories:
frying, city, environment,
Form:
Quatrain
Categories:
frying, political,
Form:
Footle
Frying Pan WaitingForget the mother hen's grief,
frying pan waiting
with egg, milk, onion, chilli,
flip it in the air----
chick's dream fly.....omelette
ready now,
yum!
© kashinath karmakar
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By :kashinath karmakar (28th April 2011)
Contest:Fast food Epulaeryu
Sponsor:Gwendolen Rix...
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Categories:
frying, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
Out of the Frying PanI think that it's fantastic
When my wife start's to cook,
She gets out all her pots and pans
And MY brand new cookery book.
She starts to peel some potatoes
Then she gets some liquid out.
As I look on in wonder,
At what it's all about.
She then chops up the...
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Categories:
frying, food, funny love, thank
Form:
Rhyme
Frying PanMany springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrict the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways throttle,
autumn bleeds in red and gold,
chilly now as...
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Categories:
frying, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
Woo Is Frying!The woman with red rose vine
up her thighs and thine
showed me the way
and invited tryin,
did she wear rose perfume,too?
did I ask
she coyly husked umm yeah
Lol !it all depends what mood I'm in
I suppose, and there is no strict time code
well I must make...
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Categories:
frying, lifewoman, me, rose,
Form:
Free verse
Frying PanMany springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrict the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways...
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Categories:
frying, city,
Form:
Quatrain
Frying Pan...inspired by 'Blues' by Joseph Brodsky
Many springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrain the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways throttle,
autumn bleeds its...
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Categories:
frying, community, new york,
Form:
Quatrain
Frying Pan...inspired by 'Blues' by Joseph Brodsky
Many springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrain the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways throttle,
autumn bleeds in...
Continue reading...
Categories:
frying, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
Frying PanMany springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrict the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways...
Continue reading...
Categories:
frying, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
Frying PanMany springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrict the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways throttle,
autumn bleeds in red and gold,
chilly now as...
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Categories:
frying, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
Out of the Frying PanSizzling technology fried up dark and crisp like bacon
Not the way i like it with sunny side up eggs
Driving me mad with its peculiar nuances
And its changing ways, almost sinister
A cape of confusion too crisp on the outlying whites
The rooster crows, pounding its chest, so...
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Categories:
frying, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Out of the Frying PanThe
Turkey
That escaped
This thanksgiving
Wanting more living
Had fled in November
In hope he would remember
The route with the fastest vessel
To Britain where Christmas was special...
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Categories:
frying, christmas, thanksgiving,
Form:
Nonet
Frying Pan (Rewrite)...inspired by 'Blues' by Joseph Brodsky
Many springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrain the balmy breezes.
Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.
Canyons strangle, subways throttle,
autumn bleeds its...
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Categories:
frying, dedication
Form:
Quatrain
Old Lady With a Frying PanThe old lady
Had a frying pan
Ready to crack
Her old man
Out somewhere
He didn't belong
She hit him pretty hard
For she was strong
He turned and yelled
What did I do wrong
Now q migraine
With hangover, too
Still, why he got hit
He had no clue
He went to bed
Slept it...
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Categories:
frying, anger,
Form:
Rhyme