Best Meaty Poems

You had me oblivious to your antics, 
as you hushed me tenderly by the creek 
into your hide and seekable 
soul-surrendering secret relief. 
There, you...

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Be it known as convenience food, junk food or munchies;
whether spicy, melt-in-your-mouth soft, or crunchy,
food, inglorious food, seduces with ease
and ensnares with the emptiest of...

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While Ma was away, Pa lost Tweety
while pet-sittin’ for his friend Petey.
Then at dinnertime, Ma
said, “I’m so sorry, Pa,
but this bird I found ain’t very...

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YOU ...

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Sweetened dung is shoveled down
gluttonous throats with eager appetites for
alleged misdeeds skillfully spun
into a frenzy of sensationalized hype
by media-seasoned reporters.
.
Seduced by speculation and hearsay,
a jury...

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They pursued it with vigor, they pursued it with crass
They hunted with valor and hope
They proceeded with a dose of good Knightly sass
They chased it...

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The lunchroom fart
of turbo pasta
scatters garlic teargas
laced with meaty mystery
without mercy to
flatten cubicles.

Chain-reactions
of Tupperware battles
erupt to devastate
once discerning pallets
until hobbled by stabs
of shrapnel to the...

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When I use my pen more often as a dart
then a tool for writing poetry, I'm lost.

When my mind can't find words that rhyme
I grumble...

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EATING    OUT

Seated uneasily at the edge tables,  café males alone, silent  -
Focused on eating, heads moving, looking around to defend,
Guarding...

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Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here 
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock  
And...

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Why does it
A N N O Y
me so
when i take the
T I M E
to read a poet’s words
C H E W
them up with delight
only to...

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I pick up little treasures of poetic swirls
like heavy cream on a sundae, here at poetry soup.

Rich meaty soup, a bean mix from around the...

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There once was a sailor named Popeye
He got through the navy with one eye
Wherever he sailed 
The dames would all hail
They knew Popeye was not...

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What would this fat lazy house cat ask for Christmas you might ask?
No squeaking cat toys oh no, forget those cat nipped laced
Mice’s too, for...

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I read you with my fingertips,


          Pausing to regard the inches, to savor each,


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