Blender Poems - Poems about Blender

I cut my finger to the bone and cauterized the wound with melted chocolate. I rather enjoy the taste of pain. ...

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The blender switches on, The Clock starts ticking. Stitching it's imprint, Into Existence. Each Instant, Different. Gears whirring, Agitated, Stirring Emotions, Splicing, Thoughts churning , Forcing Conforming, To the vortex That's forming. Conflicting Actions, Unconscious Reactions, Robbing Our Satisfaction. We Keep on Running, To the Next Attraction. Unaware of the distraction, Keeping us in Line. Trapped in Times Design, It Defines your day. How Long you have to Stay, Then Sends you on your way. There's even...

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For women men drop big cash To have them toothy smiles flash: If one needs windows, gets Sash: Blenders to tomatoes mash, Women quite free to sound brash! For handsome men – No! A Trash! Even Eves the idea thrash, For being infinitely rash, Save one did cash in banks stash… Macho Men can’t their teeth gnash Nor round with displeasure dash: Whether...

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A blender Can be used for mixing or crushing Of many things Including the visible and the invisible Happiness can survive alone But happiness sometimes does blend With sadness While you're touring you see Startling poverty While you're enjoying food With a lot of people yearning for it At this moment Feelings in your heart Seem to be mixed by a blender Sadness always...

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LIFE'S BLENDER You sit and wonder about life, With all your worry and strife. Yet to Jesus you will not surrender. You just keep going through Life's Blender. Life cuts you up and beats you down. Sometimes you feel like life's clown. All the while Jesus is waiting. You just keep hesitating. What has life got to offer you, Pain, trouble, and heartache too. Yet you keep coming back for more. It;s always the same thing in store. Give your life to Jesus...

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Gender Blender When my son was four and Learning to differentiate between genders, I told him one day that he was The prince and not the princess. He took it right and said, Like dad is the king and you are the queen. And hence the game started, Every day we played, The game called ‘Gender Blender’. I often asked him, when you...

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Try to be tender Don’t burn me to a cinder I tried to render By Robb A. Kopp...

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I put my brain in a blender today It was my right hand that did it The dominant one In one forceful bash I reached in and pulled it out Bits of bone and bloody brain First stop was chop Little pieces of memory flipped about But remained This is no good, no good at all! Next, I set my mind on grind Gray pulp splatter What's...

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