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Premium Member Ode To Poetry and Soup
Poetry with soup, is like a nice bowl of Alphabet soup
spelled out to your liken.
Poetry with soup, is like a bowl of Turkey soup very hardy and very chunky. 

POETRY spelled liked: Palm nut, Onion, Ezogelin, Tomato bisque, Ramen, Yam; delightful.
SOUP spelled liked: Split pea,...

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Categories: oxtail, appreciation, care, cheer up,
Form: Ode
My Diet
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Beef and Onion with Oxtail soup Brie Cheese as a base
Eat celery on sour cream and choux pastry as a chase

Pork and beans with coffee apple tart on cinnomon spice
custard with sweet sugar drizzle as beautiful as nice 

Strawberry shortcake and mandarin on oval tray...

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Categories: oxtail, food
Form:
Late
Late
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Late ..
Our aniversary date
Sorry you had to wait.
Don't be long lip.
The mat is Persian
Scarlet napkin folded
On your lap
The seats are velvet
The glasses crystal
Just for you.
Around us flutes
Are whistling sweet.
The drummer man drums
Dum dum dish dish
The flute plays a soft
Choo choo choo
Cheeky choo
The pianoman tickles...

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Categories: oxtail, absence, anniversary, baby, crazy,
Form: ABC

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Black Market
Oxtail, beef ribs and 72 slice cheese

take it to Ajima 

And double your money 

Budweiser, Coors, and MGD,

Army says one case a day,

I used to get twenty.

In ‘95 beer was eleven bucks a case

You’d get $25 

For stacking them in Ajima’s place,

But watch out for...

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Categories: oxtail, light,
Form: Rhyme
A Dash Of Worcester
A spider dropped into my soup
oxtail it was
with a dash of Worcester
he popped right up 
and made for shore
not too hairy
nor too large
for a heart-beat
I could only stare 
as he bobbed about  
in my bowl of soup
released from my dismay
I reached in with my...

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Categories: oxtail, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Mushroom Tales
Mushrooms push up their caps
in a cow meadow.
The bovine dung adds that umami taste,
it's the Glutamate, that relishes and beguiles.

The cows don't eat the button mushrooms,
but as they graze, they may scoop some
into their contently chewing mouths.

I think these thoughts in a steak restaurant,
while adding...

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Categories: oxtail, poetry,
Form: Free verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things