Butter Poems - Poems about Butter

i guess you don't know i have the butter knife and i know what's in your closet clueless fools you, my mom - your wife living in some other world you know nothing of my life the butter knife is more than fantasy it is the key to open up the closet door maybe i won't be here anymore I can not explain it, from another shore you know what's...

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55 plus years of marriage down the drain She watches it spin and spin It is too much to process the pain Her mind usually a flurry No longer a need to hurry Her Husband departed on that sweet sad night The love of her life The peanut butter to her lettuce Is now out of sight He was...

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butter witty lyrics melting my ears yellow bright positive energy smooth smooth shimmery gliding melody fair, grooves leisurely my moonstruck heart bait...

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spread thick and smooth on crusty bread a warmth that lingers softly said from apples ripe with autumn’s care a spice-laced story lingers there the pot would bubble steam would rise as time would brew its sweet disguise cinnamon whispers nutmeg sighs a comfort born beneath cool skies each spoonful holds a season’s glow the orchard’s gift a quiet show oh simple joys a timeless...

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Today I think of your Contributions closing the theater’s door Putting together toasted bread Ready for a child to be fed Youngster wearing grape jelly Face down to the belly Laughing saying ‘this is great’ Not showing any hate But Peanut Butter, it is you Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool Thank you for...

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'Creak creak' says The old rocking chair On a tiny old wooden porch 'Aawk aawk' says The old crow as it Flies steadily to the north 'Cock-a-doodle-do' says The red rooster as he clucks The new day in at half past four Arise! Coffee's brewing eggs and bacon on the stove Hurry! Grab your baskets Time for pickin' in the grove Bring your pail out to the barn Milk...

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butter on my pancakes in my grits too on potatoes and salads and pie on both sides of my grilled cheese sandwich butter every second enjoyed all day long I am your girl if you need a butter song...

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peanut butter and mayo don’t forget lettuce it is my favorite sandwich not real Mayo Sweet Miracle Whip do you want one? ...

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best peanut butter cookie three ingredients peanut butter and sugar a cup of each one and one chopped up egg best ever treat...

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Haven’t you heard, “Butterflies are free” So, why to view them indoors are you charged a fee ...

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I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties. Stickers hide butter yellow behind princesses, animals, stars, happy faces, everything adhesive. About 50 inches up the walls.. stickers and fingerprints. Giggles echo. Spray paint...

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Gluttonous screen helpings of ‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’ Lime boombox with Madonna singing, ‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’ Bread and butter of a pig tail soul; My base bricks, these memories built me; Grew up drawn to creativity, carved my yearbook space unequivocally; Walked with sweet n’ sour hooligans who chose to live...

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Years ago, a young man in Brooklyn wheeled his bike out the gate. His plan, to cross the land, exact route left to fate. The first week was the hardest, scared, he doubted his quest. It took all his courage, he says, to keep heading west. To conquer fear, he says, we have to face it and just go. Don't...

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She hears again his guttural sob as he orgasms behind her. Between his muscles and her anima - butter and balsam. She spreads herself, makes herself parts to be used. Afterward, his hurried dressing, his indifferent coldness. Then, as usual, he leaves her for that bony with halitosis. One cigarette after another; she draws the smoke into her lungs, into her belly, feels the fumes turning to vengeful wraiths. She...

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She always had one In her hand. “Peanut butter cups,” She’d say, “They help me forget.” She spent her saved change On peanut butter cups At the 7-11 down the road Every day. She would come to class Holding a peanut butter cup And would sit in the second row— Second chair— Eating it silently. When she was done She would fold the wrapper Into a little heart And slip it into...

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