Cauliflower Poems - Poems about Cauliflower

Cauliflower- A translation from Ashif Entaz Robi Men may get possessed with ghosts, mine was a scope to cope with cauliflower. For an uncertain grief, I tried to brief with a rhyme that day On a winter day, I did not ask , my love , for a flower to thee If Time permits, please treat with a...

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The flavor of Cauliflower cheese; is a recipe that's sure to please. Though I have to confess that I find, Melon Cauli a sad recipe. When I have it, it's so bad for me....

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Have you heard of my friend, Cauliflower Jackson? Raised 17 boys and 11 girls working for Matson. He jumped a train to Idaho, Now all his kids are outside my window. You recall a Samantha Guntwrench? Assistant librarian, only spoke French. Other day she jumped off the library roof and landed in the water. Now she's lying on my kitchen floor thinking...

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Every defeat and sorrow takes a chunk of heart time spent bridging cracks-soothing scars. Infrequent visits to overgrown graves cackling to a God that never answers back navigating second hand soulmates-third rate jobs dusting off old habits to fill lonely days- Eventually we'll shuffle around this cold world toting heavy- cauliflower hearts deformed from many-many blows with makeshift patches and...

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He still stands in the back row with the traditional misery. His plants always get his carbon dioxide. But his hope trapped in the collapsed price suffocates. Farm Aid Package orbits over his life like a malfunctioning satellite. His debt thrives among the dream debris. The farmers’ dry voice flames in the street. He too throws his produce. His cauliflowers scatter on the road like the baton-charged protest. Creative Writing Ink...

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Ever notice how cauliflower Resembles an image of brainpower Some big some small Some not there at all But my huge cerebrum couldn't be prouder...

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She made cauliflower with cheese. It was her signature dish. She made me want it every day. The aroma must have been an aphrodisiac, but then again you don't need to be led to the table at age twenty. Sometimes we made cheese and toast with Worcestershire sauce, a snack to keep our strength up. We really did burn through a...

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Soft,gentle and sweet all day, You make me always want to pray, For taught like yours no one can pay, You are nothing but my Cauliflower. Everybody queuing up to see your face, But i will never let them touch you with their hands full of lace, For taught of you makes me want to dance, You are indeed my Cauliflower. You are...

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