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Premium Member Underground Art Montmartre
soak up the side streets of Montmartre, 
Paris, 	Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less 	art combusts	then drips 

- street beggars & tourists cant

writer Rubbish pastes   lace traceries
ala mode 	decoupaging decay 	
his cut-paper layers	grace	   anoint		
no longer anonymous		walls

stencilist C215’s “simply a cat”
defies sourpusses...

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Categories: pureed, art,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Queen of Camouflage
Mistress of deception,
as in victual monogamy.
A deceit of one’s perception,
without an irksome homily.

Mushrooms drop into a pot,
with peppers, once pureed.
Zucchini dance as they are tossed
amidst confetti of celery seed.

Onions sing out with Garlic,
part of the tomato cabaret.
They drop, sway, and frolic,
below the leaves of dried...

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Categories: pureed, family, food, imagination,
Form: Ode
Premium Member A Visit From the Plumfiggians
I was visited by brothers Zog and Ziggy
Who landed from planet Plumfiggy
They were attracted by my Christmas lights
Both joined in when we had snowball fights

Zog and Ziggy were young alien twins
both had lime green and purple tinged skins
On the top of their tiny marshmallow heads
they...

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Categories: pureed, fantasy, fun,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



April's Babbling Foolishness
(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely," I was napping, cold noodles, I implore!

But the Raven, "Nevermore."

Deep...

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© Tom Arnone  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pureed, art, computer, crazy, food,
Form: Prose
Premium Member Remember Doris
Doris' procedure is today
Remember her
It is laparoscopic which is not as bad as open incision but still surgery
 
Followed by only clear liquids for a week

Then protein shakes

Then pureed baby food

Then food introduced slowly

She was really anxious yesterday..Concerned if she had made the right decision,...

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Categories: pureed, daughter, health,
Form: Free verse
After the Mushroom Clouds Have Gone
being in this tin womb, dark and safe,
that's the thing; inside the dark corners 
and air-lock doors, it's a floating life 

toothpaste and pureed stew float by;
still, here's not to dwell on the minutiae
and other small things

and the silent solar-wind powers on, 
while below, the...

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Categories: pureed, death, environment, holocaust, home,
Form: Free verse



Dragon Fruit Sorbet
DRAGON FRUIT SORBET

Moonflower, Queen of the Night
This sweet dragon fruit
Cancer fighting, wonder fruit
Fleshy, thousand seeds
Pureed and frozen
Rich sorbet
Sweet!...

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Categories: pureed, food,
Form: Epulaeryu
Premium Member Little Red Dump Truck
Little Red Dump Truck
by Odin Roark

How squeaky the wheels
The hand propelled truck
Of my youth

Through bush and flower cover
I pushed my dreams
Shovel scooped some earth
Loaded up the bed
Pushed to the berry patch
Dumped
Watered
Watched air bubbles
As my load seeped into more earth
Becoming oneness again

How precious
Those squeaks
Now but echoed...

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© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pureed, age,
Form: Free verse
Mine Courtship and Marriage With Deadly Obsession
Mine courtship and marriage with deadly obsession...

As September daze will soon arrive
recollections from a 
psychologically checkered  past
loom large recalling  
tragic storied days of mein kampf.

Circa early nineteen seventies:
As a mere slip of a shy lad,
(who knew nothing 
about powder milk biscuits),
I experienced unfettered...

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Categories: pureed, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Up Disturb and Hissing By
Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by  
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side by sides, feet away from my place . . .

Once...

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Categories: pureed, confusion
Form: Narrative
Premium Member The Waitress
We came walking blind bends at dusk, 
An overhanging fig picked fresh.
No pavements, just a nervous trust 
that drivers would skirt our single line.

Hugging the roadside with torches lit, 
Phones swung glowing to the ground 
At each arm's stride, hunger growing. 
Alkina's Taverna above the...

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Categories: pureed, memory,
Form: Narrative
Sipping Cider With My Sweetheart
Sylvan surroundings of a Sanatorium 
With cold wind biting the boulevard...
In pallid rays of winter sun, I recuperated.

"Hey, I am your new nurse"...
A light blue scarf came in a tint of white.

Wow!, Wasn't she my Carolina?..
Lost ten years ago in the valley of time and...

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Categories: pureed, autumn, cute love, fire,
Form: Free verse
Atomic Brinkmanship Double Edged Sword of Damocles
Grisly bared horror jawbones Kristallnacht
totalitarian brandishes, flaunts, launches 
global threat half cocked.

Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times the Bible
references Armageddon and doomsday
impossible mission to remain
cool, collected and...

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Categories: pureed, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Wake Up Baby-There's a Party Going On
2 cups of browned ground beef ( or 2 cups of lump crabmeat)
(or 2 cups of shrimp pureed)
1 cup of green onion
4 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1/2 cup of lime juice
1 tablespoon of horseradish ( no horseradish if using crabmeat)
1/4 cup of fresh chopped cilantro
3 tablespoons...

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Categories: pureed, beautiful, celebration, creation, new
Form: Ballad
Recalcitrant Rhymester Demonstrates Reasonable Raillery
spoke kin like 
a true non establishmentarian.

Wily wordsmith wields wisdom and wit
renders requiem welcoming thee to visit,
no matter foisting poetic riffraff (mine)
necessitates applying figurative tourniquet
to staunch potential
life threatening hemorrhage
oozing out fifty shades of
your gray cerebral moon unit,
thus best be extremely cautious
heed warning to preserve
self interest...

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Categories: pureed, appreciation, atheist, celebration, confidence,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things