Best Marinade Poems

Fear Of The Unknown

That sudden unknown, so unrevealing, 
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question 
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way, 
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.

Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering...

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To Eat A Peach

Spring is here.
The delicate tree blossoms replace
     the delicate white lights of Winter.
From the petals fruit will grow.

Pears, plums, apricots, cherries,
       nectarines...
Peaches.

I set the unripe soft rose and yellow
   ...

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All songs a poet can sing,
All masks a poet can wear,
All seasons a poet can live,
And all wars a poet can fight.

Colorless is the mask of a poet.
Nationless is a true poet.
All borders, a true poet will cross; 
For mankind and the ecosystem, poets shall...

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My heart lay barely beating, drowning in a marinade
of salted tears that fell from my reddened eyes.
Blood dripped down my chin from biting my swollen lips
as if they were wounded like a heart pierced by words 
that were hurled as if they were whetted daggers....

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> > 
> > A RECIPE FOR FUN
> > Author: Dennis Howe
> > February 2001
> > 
> > Take ten
> > seasoned ball players and throw
> > in a large pinch of leather and aluminum.
> > Put the mix on a dirt field in the...

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:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm...

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Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and...

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Ocean marinade of soothing comfort
Captivating and nurturing myriad life within the marine 
Enthralling poetic playground of everlasting
Awing   mystical   lapping harmony and swirling dance.  
Navigable endless turquoise pulse


7/14/2016


 
Contest Name: One Stanza - One Only 

Sponsor by: Broken Wings...

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Oh, my precious press, you are my
praise-worthy kitchen helper.
You take a clove of fresh garlic, bland, 
and soon it becomes a brilliant burst in
minced, crushed, or creamy paste.
 
My gentle press, you transform 
the wild garlic and tame it in a most 
determined and delightful...

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Oysters, huh?

With this knife, cut the shell all across
Marinade lovingly in soy sauce
Bits of garlic and chives for some heat
Cook very short, and it's time to eat

Slurp down a delicacy delight
Not at all slow, for it doesn't bite 
Wash it away with a tender sip...

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There was a hermit named Dave
Who found a dead boar in his cave
It was less one tusk
And smelled like musk
Dave sniffed and said no need for marinade...

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RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 2)

             Stanza  I
COQ knows best how to pluck the wayward chicken
Quill by feather each pock-mark telltales French skill
Twisted beck wan crooked claws...

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The sun is setting and soon I’ll be getting in the mood,
For some chicken in the pot, my favorite kind of food.
Some chicken thighs, potatoes, red peppers and tomatoes.
Add onions, mushrooms, and carrots, whatever you say goes.

Then choose some kind of marinade, it really doesn’t...

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speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking chicken
and felt it was best to have as much chicken...

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Yeah, just grab an old rusty shovel, a case of Bud Light and hop in the back of my red
pickup truck, because us country boys are heading down to Sweetwater Creek to hunt for
some rare species of dictionary. Boy, don't you worry about nothing. We...

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