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Frying Pan
Many 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
Out of the Frying Pan --Footle
New hire


Same fire...

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Categories: frying, political,
Form: Footle
Frying Pan Waiting
Forget 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

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member Out of the Frying Pan
I 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 Pan
Many 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 Pan
Many 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...

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Categories: frying, writing,
Form: Quatrain
Frying Pan
Many 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, writing,
Form: Quatrain
Frying Pan
Many 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
Premium Member Out of the Frying Pan
Sizzling 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
Premium Member Out of the Frying Pan
The
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 Pan
The 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

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