Best Snacks Poems

Through the years they worked their spells
     From drawers and cupboards, taking things
       That through...

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lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's'...

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The campfire reaches
Lighting the night
Rolling the logs
Red embers take flight
Sharing our memories
Eating nuts for snacks
Spitting shells in the fire
The fire spitting them back
We laugh at...

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A quote from "90 North" by Randall Jarrell:
"I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from darkness -- that the darkness flung me --
is...

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I Heard Mother
(to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")

I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in...

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Sweetness and sourness of life
depends on the seasoning of emotions.
We are blessed with the gift of birth,
but our thoughts are processed
using different ingredients.

We all explore...

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Oops, It was an Accident

I accidentally let one loose
on a blind date with a guy named Bruce.
We went to the movies on that fateful day
happily...

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Parody of the Xmas Song: White Christmas


I'm dreaming of a new body
with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, I can't stop cheating. 
There's...

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Way back then when I was ten,
those were happy days:
Staying out till it got dark;
kickball was the craze!

Taking walks or riding bikes,
how we loved to...

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I think of sunsets I have seen
throughout my many years
from doorsteps where in quiet thought
I've laughed and wiped my tears.

The doorstep is a thinking spot
a...

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You squealed with six-year old delight as I wriggled from Hilda’s belly. 
I was a runt, the first of five pups who, with our eyes...

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It was quite a party at the old Spooks house,
to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced.
with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums,
and the pumpkins...

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When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We...

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You squealed with six-year-old delight as I wriggled from Hilda’s belly. 
I was a runt, the first of five pups who, with our eyes closed,...

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Ah the lovely seasdie
Ah the lovely seaside

Childhood scents
Salt air, Salty bitter memories

Jacques had turned just seven
He dreamed to walk along the seashore
He dreamed to see...

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