Best Starchy Poems

Henrietta Tweedy

1886 – 1907

I was always taught that good news puts fat on the bones.
And I was taught by my strict Christian father
That before honor comes true humility.
I remember picking the Valencia’s one summer afternoon
And hearing him say
That the winners in life are the givers,
And...

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You tell me all the time
That you are fat and ugly. 
That you aren't good at anything. 
That you are the biggest jerk. 

You tell me that your hair looks bad,
That your jackets is too ragged. 
That your hat has been around too long. 
That...

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The mill house filled with oats, kept the mice in feeding heaven,
the cat was gaining weight, his daily mouse intake was seven,

the farmer’s daughter fed the horses oats and fresh picked barley,
while the son was searching ads, for a working vintaged Harley,

the mule had spent...

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There once was a man named Archie
Definitely not so starchy
Ridicule his best gift
Supremacy his lift
An upper hand controlled Archie

Bunker was his family name
Superiority his game
He put intellect down
Made Michael wear a frown
And his viewers flush with red shame

Syllables checked. 
Written: 02/14/2019...

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Tips slide on smeared plastic
A decision is mulled 
With a mantra of “Ah”
A muscle curls on lips

A ritual is completed
A summoning has been made
A Wizard scribes a spell
And stabs a wand into parchment

An alchemist perspires in stained robes
His spiced feet rolling damp powders
While fur-lined arms...

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Everything Must be Filled
                                Cavalaire-sur-Mer, June 1945

We lay on the rough sandy oval rug,
A...

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Pasta


yummy
gummy
saucey
starchy
   It is all good ,yummy, ziti mix.
   It can be so saucey, starchy too !



     Copyright McCuen 2009...

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Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope 
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates 


Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid quells Hell unrelented
Derma learns renewal, Nurse dresses fire sore victim
Tugged...

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The couch
I lay here on the couch
Springs pierce my spine
My neck bent
An unnatural angle

My cold feet try to find warmth
In the crevices 
There are only crumbs and coins
Coins and crumbs
Starchy fabric rubs the skin
It creaks when I move

How come you get the bed?
You are my...

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She whispered in my ear of neon lights, 
my mother,celebrated actress,
waning star in sick bay,
zany bird nest hairstyle on display,
lock and tress erect,
skin-fold ripple eggshell pallor,
mothball end play flutter from the wings.
I, devoted sibling, reluctant hospital visitor,
now bearing doleful witness,
to the voice that once enthralled...

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Those breasts are a granary of life
they are silos for the thin times
they are feeding gourds for the fragile
there are vitamins in them
there are proteins in them
there are starchy foods in them	
there are fats in them
there is rough-age on them
there is water of life in...

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Torrid sunshine blisters reign on pavement,
that colour coded coffee stain slipway,
bearer of insole-laden footwear,
open source channel for glib hot air calculus  from starchy social climber, stock market drivel flies off tongue,
strolling human morph blasé with pin pad digit  as foundation.  
Monumental science,...

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Smooth,
yet flawed.
Tiny tears upon a mesmerizing palette;
like miniature beads
sewn together by an experienced hand
caressing its surface
the perfection unreal.

Yet time goes on
aging perfection.
Pushing the breaking point
guiding the cracks 
between inseparable friends.
Heeding.
Until

only disaster awaits.
Colours fade from green to gold
as the staunch winter beckons,
its icy grip 
intent on...

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He did not want anything
after the sex and death of a protagonist.
Rebuffed and sliced through the body,
the onus was left on toxic mix.

He died in deprivation, in intensity
of hunger and fluidity of thirst.
The quartet of grenades stretched too far
the indemnity of shell shocked apostles.

A clan...

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I see it in cubes cast
And chiefly featuring in breakfast;
In Bread and cake harboured
And in plantains and cereals honoured…

Also in my tea that would gullets pass through,
Its presence in oats holding true.

I see it in packs neatly filled
In layers arranged and sealed,
Each one of them...

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