Buffets Poems - Poems about Buffets

...The mighty wind buffets And the trees cry bitter tears I try to hang on to my limb "Don't let go!" shutting my eyes to the debris I'm tor......

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... Life's Menu The world is a feast hosting many beasts lodging its beings In a palace of bliss Serving mystery meals with knives and forks tending to fangs and claws Ripping through ......

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...Always hot plates. Always refilling clean slates. Always lots of food. Always yummiest dishes. Always the best of buffets......

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...The full moon followed us here, there and everywhere with its madcap mischievousness, but brought us home safe and sound. — poet Pleasure of pleasures to be home. A pleasing treasure of the front......

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...Not gas, not oil, but leadership Yes, it's leadership pipelines we lack Young people coming up through the ranks For their mentors' devotion giving thanks It's every individual fo......

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...But breakfast’s subject beckons: the booster affair effect in Tumblr- land? The digital map surveillance co-sponsor the soccer mom sauce minivan project, relay & speech to cell battery fiasco.......

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...From my window, I see him. Squalls of wind wire his hair, charcoal snaps and smudges between his fingers. The tide churns debris to the sands. He reaches for another piece, measures the r......

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...poetry’s starved - after days of bountiful buffets and open bar......

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...beside the dirty wall there was a shadow, the signs painted by some graffiti artist made even less sense in the dark. lying on the damp floor was the skinny dog. stare into my bird's eye. it ......

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...sandpaper savage today buttermilk wavelength tomorrow directions are like buffets in multidirectional earthquakes yet and still i cherish the day downward spiral clouded pepper today scallops ......

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...26/11 not just a calendar date 166 got killed, over 300 wounded. Gun shots rattled pub pillar Guzzlers gulped fear in lieu of beer Patrons served bullets While they were out for 5 star buffe......

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...In a dismal old fashioned cell at our ancestral home, Wherein coconuts, new and old, heaped like a hillock dome; Kid-butterflies, we're often asked to pick some for curry, Finding phantom-forms we......

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...An old friend died today. I lift my head and look back, Down the long fabric of my past. I remember us at a party – We partied a lot in those “Salad days” of our youth! At one another’s home......

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...Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)- Translated by T. Wignesan For Regina von Degenfeld at Waibstadt -in respect and unending sufferance- (Heine, a German Jewish lyrical and satiric p......

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...Grim reaper scion donned as nodule on lung... Lodged squarely upon corporeal property (i.e. necessary soft tissue) of Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan mine eldest sister, when medical technician in......

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