Best Pinch Poems

I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried...

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How far do the ripples spread, when eventually we die 
Probably stay in the locality, level off, no major outcry
But let’s say we’re famous, suffering...

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I stare at my mirror
So shocked by what I see
There is a strange woman
Staring right back at me

I must’ve been abducted
This must be a crazy...

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The room is scented, heavy sweet
Where we converge to please and treat
A lesson book we each have shared
On where to touch when we lie bare

Erogenous...

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"Nuts are in the soup!" 
That's what I've heard: not so absurd
Some add a pinch of spice now and then,
from wit and the sharpened nib...

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Fill my  cup 
                    ...

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rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on...

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Soft and smooth and oh so sweet

Pure delight when our fingers meet

Sundrenched olive with a hint of peach

My loving touch is within your reach

Brief scents...

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Don’t take a walk after a large glass of tea

If someone says, “sure take as many as you want” 
They probably don’t mean it

Darling you...

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April Showers (Anacreontic Verse)

Putting the blame
on global warming
winter felt the pinch
rain was scarce
and spring arrived
lamenting its luck
unable to twirl
in habitual gown
of green satin
shyly tiptoeing
keeping a...

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My driveway is packed with the cars
of friends and family,
chips put out, and the little ones
are running joyously.

A cooler filled up with bag ice
keeps cold...

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The cruelest of all villains lives on Mount Crumpit
for when it comes to Christmas, he says, "Dump it!"
He keeps trying to "Pooh pooh" that sacred...

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Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche...

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Welcome to the world filled with dark skin,
That seat belongs to you,
Let`s discuss the outstanding matters of our two.
Every pinch which will strengthen the rightful...

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Baile con migo, hips made from the rhythm of merengés and cumbias, samba, swagger and a pinch of azucar mixed into my backbone. 
My first...

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