Best Roasts Poems

A Lyrical Chef we'll call 'Dre',
whips up Writes for her Poem buffet.
She bakes Words into Rhyme
and roasts Prose in the time
it takes most just to cook a Cliché!



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This limerick was written for 
my Soup buddy Andrea Dietrich. 
Thank you for your positive 
input and excellent...

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Now Christmas in July seems crazy - I’m sure I hear you say
That has got to be plain silly - but this is the Aussie way
Christmas is in December you insist it’s a well-known fact
But in this land way ‘Down Under’ our seasons are ‘out...

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Three times higher on Mars you can jump,

which is great, but you'll sure be a grump

if you visit the spot

so incredibly hot

that the sun, when it's close, roasts your rump! 


For the Life On Mars Poetry Contest of  Brian Davey...

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A brilliant harvest moon hangs beneath the ebon Colorado sky.
Scudding clouds dare not darken its lustrous glow - tho' they often try!
Silhouetted against the moon are geese winging to warmer destinations,
Mysteriously guided by That Master Compass in perfect V formations!

The moon spreads a coat of...

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The month of October is a most delightful time of the year.
Though skies at times may be gray and the weather drear,
It proffers so many splendid opportunities for our delight,
Like the glowing hunter's moon casting its brilliant light!

Trees have donned their colorful robes for our...

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How can it be that autumn so soon again is stealthily approaching,
With its pleasing sounds, scents and varied hues steadily encroaching!
The bouquets of summer have faded and their petals they have shed,
Now, the maple and aspen assume their gorgeous robes of gold and red!

Anon, their...

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As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and...

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People like spokes of a wheel
Streaming in the church on a Sunday morning hill;
The preacher talks of the prodigal son,
While the gathering ends in a reverend song.

And Mama cooked a roast on Sunday.

The smell of the enticing pot
Of chuck and potatoes and onions, carrots,
Conjure memories...

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Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here 
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock  
And woe betide if we were late
it would be on the table 
upon our plate 
and steaming hot
Whether we were there...

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As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall

To the old fallen barn 
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.

Within your rotting boards
termites eat long dead trees
Life existing in massive hordes
busy as busy honey bees.

Empty stalls, once held more
now upon wide...

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I will no longer be trying to cook a hearty Chuck roast
For it usually ends up dry,and about as dry as burnt toast
I tried so many ways to cook this hunk of meat
Though in the end the results,are definitely no treat

That cut of meat to...

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My wife can't cook as well as my mother. 
When cooking a meal, there is no other. 
With roasts, stews, or spaghetti sauce, 
in the kitchen, my mother is the boss. 
I married a girl like the one that married dear old dad. 
I still...

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He mows the lawn,
	doesn't every man?
He mops the kitchen,
	a gift of great value.
He shells pecans,
	saves the pith for me.

He roasts peanuts;
	we love peanuts!
He plants blackberries,
	brings them in a bucket.
He builds bird houses,
	cooks his own suet cakes.

He picks wildflowers,
	shows me where they grow.
He makes up our...

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LOVE crystal blue seas,
with snow covered sands,
dreaming of this place.

Grass skirts, necklaces,
pig roasts and coconut drinks.
Soaking up the rays,
hanging 10 and snorkeling,
a FUN place to retire at.

I'm sitting around the fire.
Speak of island legends,
take with me words of wisdom,
and POETRY of this land.



Fun and frolic...

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Oh Deirdre, Oh Deirdre,
what words can I say
to express how I feel
when you are far away.

But Deirdre, when you are close to me
and I think of the things you do,
my whole body starts to shake
and that's when I feel blue.

The sight of your gargoyle face
and...

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