Best Frying Pan Poems

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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New hire


Same fire...

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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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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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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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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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...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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...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...

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...

Continue reading...

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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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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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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...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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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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On the day of his divorce 
He put a bet upon a horse
And when it lost he bet again
And then he walked home in the rain

No-one asked, ‘How much d’ya lose?’
He didn’t wipe his muddy shoes
And no-one moaned and no-one groaned
And no-one said you shoulda...

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