Best Paring Knife Poems

BIRTH

Once upon a moonlit night
There came a ray of magic light

That shone upon an orphan home
Where two small pumpkins left alone

To thirst and starve to fret and cry
Would spoil at last and surely die

But struck at last by magic’s beam
There came a most fantastic scheme

When...

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It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed

Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier

	The smell of seduction and no fake news

Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love

Darwin had his...

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After sixty-six years, what remains of first love
Is just your name really, but still it lingers,
Like the fragrance of a rose petal kept in a diary.
It may seem strange to some, but I do call it love
Though we were only 1st graders, wishing on a...

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who the hell let that pimp in?

My boss grabed me, then

Immediatly, I became the next candidate for exploratory surgery;

Sodomized with a paring knife to remove the alleged ******** from my ass;

I immediatly volunteered for pimp removal surgery,

Flooding! On a gurney headed for the emergency room;

As...

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He creamed his jeans. 
Ripped the seams  
when fellows beamed  
at his wet seeds  
wasted on these  
cold floors below me. 
Calloused palms tease,  
or, rather, some slimy sleaze.  
Can I have some more, please?   
My sphincter...

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This shade is damp with the net of sun
finely sliced with the paring knife of trees.

We softly move among old bones, places
where ancient lovers have lain, grinding
one another into thin blue dust, drinking
from a chalice of silvered hands held
one to the other safe in mid-afternoon...

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None of my friends have performed breast surgery on themselves.
Once upon a time, I had a little cyst.
In my left breast.
It was benign.

Two doctors refused to take it out.
GET IT OUT! a voice in my head said.
I got a paring knife and made a little...

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Short-Pants Potentate


Inferno of a summer day
Mother’s dozing

Tommy, tiny, three,
paring knife in hand

tiptoes out, flops
short-pants potentate

upon the sidewalk sunny,
operates on ants


Donal Mahoney...

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Papa ...

Why build your walls so thick?
          Did you fear the world would tumble in on you -
               Find you as vulnerable...

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Some people seem to think that love is just for play
an eccentric emotion that ignites the senses for a while
so when it gets too complicated or think it out of style
they thrash the heart as if it were an organ made of clay
While some believe...

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The Butcher Block / Toolbox
(Today, I expunge all thoughts on kitchen knives)
Written: by Tom Wright
7-12-2016

With a paring knife would you butcher a cow?
Bet my sweetie would if you showed her how.
While I, in thought, would seek the proper tool,
I sit cringing at her from a...

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The paring knife of winter
undams the dense brown
blood. Asps awaken and seethe—.

Twining stems sweat,
Irregular coralla dance
around your feet, pray at your altar.

Children of the soil, meek
and mirthless—no currency
save the smooth skin of spring.

Flexous philosophies, grown
splendidly in the shade
do not flower well in sunlight.

Black axillaries, soft...

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Suddenly, from the end of your brush,
an ink dappled mountain stood before us.
At its base was a humble yellow door,
which we entered because it gave us permission.
   A stand of birch trees serenading us,
as we sprawled in a meadow of prayer wheels and...

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What scene would I want to find comfort in
more than this one,
an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen,
blue checked curtains swaying,
wooden shelves with plates and jars,
the radio softly playing,
a paring knife in my hand?

It gives me time to think
about all that is waking outside--
birds calling...

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