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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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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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...

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Papa ...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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