Best Potatoes Poems

I got tired of losing
So much goddamn losing
Losing friends
homes
Hobbies
Moving to new towns and cities
Familiar faces of people I never met
Those who lived for years in the same place
They had their cliques
They got each other’s jokes
They knew what was on the next page
Mr. Jones down at...

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Metaphorically they are
As rust to iron
In the fields of
The hunger demon
Ravaging timelessly
Small potatoes
Are like
The Grace of God....

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So versatile is the potato.
It’s orange; it’s yellow; it’s white; it’s sweet.
It’s baked or boiled; it’s mashed or fried.
It’s served with poultry, with fish or with meat.

I love to cook, and I have for you
three recipes for potato dishes.
Not too expensive, they’re easy and fast.
But...

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“These mashed potatoes are bleeding,” the six-year old said.
I looked at them, curiously.  
A white mound with a bit of yellow.
No gravy or ketchup.
A curious observation, I thiought,
pondering it.
“Just go with it, Grandma,” her nine-year-old sister told me.
So I did....

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Meat and potatoes and chicken will not do
Has to be beef and genuine Iowa-grown corn-fed too
Mashed potatoes not those flimsy flakes from a box
Gravy stirred by loving hands valuable as Fort Knox

Dessert can be cake if you cannot get Mom’s pie
If you can there’s nothing...

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as much as she whipped 
never could get the lumps out 
meal time at Grandma's...

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Courting days are long over now 
men, well, what does define a man?
Certainly, it is not merely physical?
yet one would expect manliness to 
involve some sort of strength?

Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a man make a woman cry?
Honey DO this! Honey move-do that!

The...

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He's the cat's meow, 
just turned five,
has a stubborn streak 
half a mile wide.

At Kim's diner, 
he held one of his fries 
in front of his face.

"Do they put potatoes 
in these?" he asked. 
"I think McDonald's does that."...

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There were potatoes planted deep
In the early cold sping
So soon that a frost still could come
And nip the tender green

Unharmed by a sudden frost's bite
They grow to unusual height
Then the blossoms faded fast
Signaling harvest rites  ...

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Potatoes

At dinner the other night, 
mom fixed our favorite. 
She baked them, 
broiled them, 
cut them up,
 and fried them nice. 

She told us,
this was the story of life, 
all through dinner. 
as we sat and ate, 
and laughed and cried. 

At the end, 
we...

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meat and potatoes
perfect dinner for a man
with an ice cold beer...

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Potatoes 
I was on old steamer once it was loaded with
Idaho potatoes and bound for Peru it was not much fun
with the potatoes came rats and insects 
but we got rid of them, the rats when unloading a Lima
Port, but there was a plague of...

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In all honesty.
I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate.
And be devoured piece by piece.
My attention, all my free time.
Everything that no one else could see.
With knife and fork.
T be taken apart and devoured tastefully.
With nothing left except the juice...

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During October and November,
after the bitter four mile cycle
from the school,
I'd eat my dinner,
then face the job of picking potatoes
from the long ridges
my father had dug with a spade,
in one of the fields during the day.

The bigger spuds were put in clamps
in the field, neatly...

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watching you plant new flowers
you are still as beautiful as the ones in your hand
you look back at me, and you know what i am staring at
your mischievous smile makes me blush like always
your love never changes....even with the progression of years, change, and age
next...

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