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Premium Member Tom Cunninghams Cunning Marmite Conspiracy - An Ice Cream Gran Special
It’s dreadful, a disaster, it’s a terrible calamity
Housewives going frantic for the thing they seek but cannot see
Supermarket workers helping those who shout the most
Try their best to find a jar of spread to spread on toast

But all the angry faces glaring at the empty...

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Categories: yeasty, cat, grandmother, hero, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Bogo Boy
When I was born 
I was adorn
With parts in pairs
For here and there
And being male
Two nuts to scale
Due to a sale
A two-for-one
Then I inhaled
Into two lungs
Yet with one tongue
Let those lungs wail

When I began
As a new son
The BOGO plan
Was the bargain
By-one-get-one
Like my two ears
And their...

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Categories: yeasty, birth, body, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Kneading Autumn's Yearning
[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g]

Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears
    Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air
      ...

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Categories: yeasty, adventure, autumn, desire, emotions,
Form: Narrative

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member Fragrance of Life
Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on the air 

Fresh popcorn drenched in 
butter, I sit in the dark, musty 
movie house. Childhood 
memories of Tom Mix...

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Categories: yeasty, life, senses,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Honey's Light, Gold and Mahogany - Home
Dad looking at that weatherboard house, Old Tooters home,
A thrifty man.. us to him did his brother send,
Saying that the place could do with a mend;
The roof had red patches of pitted rust, the cost agreed, an aluminium spray, as if were new!
A bulge I...

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Categories: yeasty, family, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Red Sky At Night
Once upon a nightime grim
all creatures of Earth dreamed
our Mother was not enough for everyone,
just "me."

This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out
dark implications:

Earth is insufficient for our needs!

We live in Closed Systems of immunity,
heading toward decay!

EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life!

I am not...

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Categories: yeasty, earth, forgiveness, freedom, health,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Life Through a Thousand Deaths
Here life waits
with a thousand little discontinuous deaths, again,
right here in The Evolving Self's
sixth principle of preferable options for more humane revolutions
of evolution,
lurking behind Mihaly Csikzentmihalyi.

I had seen this life coming
when he began by rooting around 
in primally co-arising principles of thermodynamics.

The second Yang-negative principle...

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Categories: yeasty, blessing, freedom, health, humanity,
Form: Political Verse
Premium Member Autumn's Falling Contentment
New England's post election trees
shed a few teary waving leaves.
Morning sky tries to shine resilience
yet lingers in ominous grey overcast
of silent waiting through despair.

In Michigan and Wisconsin and Pennsylvania
tens of thousands of mothers
who cherish their daughters
are beating themselves up about yesterday;
longing for a do-over
to avoid...

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Categories: yeasty, autumn, depression, earth, health,
Form: Political Verse
Premium Member Here We Come Again
Here we are again
still
remembering our fair share of mutually invested identity,
where dreams swim to fuse together,
DNA with RNA eco-wombs written across the heart of all four sacred seasons
of star song's tidally ebb and flowing moon rivers
ringing and singing and zinging through each living cell
remembering our...

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Categories: yeasty, earth, garden, happiness, health,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Conversation With G Bateson
Bateson: 
Pathology is a relatively easy thing to discuss,
health is very difficult.

Laotse:
Pathology is a functional issue for discernment,
organic health is difficult to miss
unless you have switched our cooperative evolution
for your personal competitive revolution.

Bateson:
...the sacred is difficult to talk about,
because the sacred is peculiarly related to...

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Categories: yeasty, christian, culture, health, humanity,
Form: Prose Poetry
Luscious Love
Luscious Love


Sweet serene surrender, your love a heaven splendor
In all that is tender, I’ll be the receiver, you the sender
Your love hath no bounds, with sensuous savory sounds
Your cherished heart compounds, within my soul surrounds

In delicious dreams compelling, my desire is over swelling
In our yeasty...

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Categories: yeasty, lust, sensual, sexy,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Listening For Firestorms
Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of fertile dopamine.

They, like you,
co-arise of and from the landscapes
in which we have been raised,
co-dependent on therapeutically fueled,
fed,
nurtured information
available up to...

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Categories: yeasty, absence, blessing, happiness, health,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Heaven Scent-Tb
Beans so tasty
Ones yeasty call
Hasty exit



Nov 30th 2020...

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Categories: yeasty, food, how i feel,
Form: Than-Bauk
Premium Member Christ and Laotse
A Tao (0)Mega Tipping Point Zen-Christ
could become no better or worse than your own spiritual experiences
of your own bicameral mindbody of Christianity.
These Christ-icons are all made of the same LeftBrain yeast
becoming fully diastatic bread
becoming RightBrain's fully diastatically Beloved Community Body.

Jesus of Nazareth
was neither the first...

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Categories: yeasty, christian, culture, earth, health,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Hoops and Hops
Now I’m not a guy likes to dunk,
But this overseas backboard is junk.
For the costs I’ve incurred,
I should beat Larry Byrd,
Or hit a three-pointer, I’d thunk.

See, the front of the rim always droops,
And that makes it hard to play hoops.
Plus, the pole is too short;
it...

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© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: yeasty, basketball, drink,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things