Best Roaster Poems

I pace about feeling crazed
seeking pieces of the puzzle
fazed confusion at this maze
creaking my worn muscles

is this existence a gift 
with no guaranteed luck 
twist...

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(Innuendo -- Pigs)

All around are sticks and stone
Feel God's loving arms around you
-----At last, I am redeemed-----

A feast of my soul, you shall receive
A cake...

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It's not the cup but the coffee within.
Arabica beans, fair trade
organic and shade grown
often from a woman's cooperative in Peru
then roasted in small batches
by a...

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Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society. 
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity,...

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I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night....

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I WANNA KNOW
                (Children's Rhyme intended for Picture Rhyme Book)

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Sometimes a whisper,
desperate to join the real world
calls out from the tower,
the cry of many memories trapped
within the egron of time.
Sometimes!  Deafen by the...

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Cash Gifts Only

By Elton Camp

The wedding invitation was unusually frank
“Only gifts that can be deposited in the bank”

They’re not interested in some crummy toaster
Or even...

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I don my towerin' torque at a jaunty angle when I prepare my cuisine!
Eat yer heart out, Gordon Ramsey; of all the world's chefs I'm...

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The roaster woke me up 
Today
I sprang up with bold face
And smiled
For it was dawn
I left a prayer by the bed
In haste to catch the...

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Jokes on me, guess you're the roaster and i'm to chicken to say goodbye cause I waste my time wishing you would hold me closer...

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early in the morn
the blind roaster in the corn~
dog gnawing a bone

chickens in the pen 
waiting on the kind old men~
to feed them again

cats a...

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Being a Military of the Purple Heart member 
simply loving a Purple Heart recipient days 
can sometimes be very long seated with these 
brave men...

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My friend has gone shopping for chicken stock.
I miss her so much.
The drapes are drawn
I have to see, cannot be closed in
I miss my outer...

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Trapped in a place unknown,
I walked fast to find my home. 
Lost in the wilderness, 
Afraid of being alone. 

My mind keeps telling me, 
Continue...

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