Caviar Poems - Poems about Caviar

I’ve never dined on caviar, The finest instead, a Mars bar. No palace key for this housing Czar Sip water alone, not at a gilded bar. The challenge must be taken on the chin And not merely with audacious spin A moratorium won’t fix the cause Of that usurious interest clause And gestures from the righteous To address this crisis Have long past worn thin Though...

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Caviar is fish eggs and I think so blobbish and ugly Squishy and squirmy looking; they do not tempt me Mexican caviar is supposedly ant eggs, definitely not free How they capture ant eggs, I really do not fathom or see....

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There was a date I know not when I can't remember way back then If time could somehow be reversed I'd know exactly when the first Occurrence was I'd heard you sing I'd never heard a diamond ring And from that moment when it came My life has never been the same...

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Colonel Volkov would surely impress the lovely Anastasia His limousine driver pulled up at the Palace of the Czar Taking lovely Anastasia by her dainty hand Volkov would introduce her to champagne and caviar Bowing gracefully before his highness ...

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You Were just A poem that i dreamt of on a maple gold caviar smeared dawn as darkness held my quill from bleeding ink i found rare rouge pink orchids Sprout as love from your soft spoken words that linger through riveting riverscapes of moon diamonds....

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Who knows what caviar is, does not even know the price of bread... Caviar is only sturgeon raised to the pinnacles! Caviar is not poetry, nor will it ever be... There are those who think it's luxury, which is elevation... But I don't care about that myself, I don't even know the price... I really love the bread that the baker kneads, this other one can...

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I eat caviar for breakfast and I have servants to pluff my pillow and make my bed. Let me ring my bell so I could get my bath water ran, oh and don’t forget to pour in my bubble bath that cost thousands a bottle. Man I’m living the good life, In my mansion on top of the hill. Not to mention the...

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    Gauche Caviar* I see! What's good for me, is not certainly not good for thee! A mask, I must wear when they do my roots, 'Madam Speaker', of this mask you are magically free? Tis no wonder, thatAmericans locked in their humble homes. Mutter whilst they almost are nearly...

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human ova....

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Candlelight And Caviar Luxury, wealth and sophistication describe my exquisite fascination. Rare to find in the out of doors rich in passion behind closed doors. Dress me in silk, cashmere and satin whisk me to Paris, wrap me in fashion. Feminine accessories from professionally styled hair to painted, pedicure toes. Powerful passion, swigs of lavender arouse the nose. Slap a crown on my precious head and...

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In any argumentation, there's none as unanswerable as a smug diner's opinion. You gush about chilled champagne, To my unschooled taste buds, that's simply bottled, sugared rain. And you adore sturgeon caviar. To my unpolished palate, that's salty clay dipped in tar. No debate about the agendum. No dispute in matters of taste: De gustibus non est disputandum!...

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*For Deborah Guzzi's The Twining Contest... *Co written with Linda-Marie Bariana "Calendar Caviar" Windy Winter, Snowy, chilling cold, Shivering frosty flakes blow. Winter runs from Spring peeking back With childlike eyes, seasons hide and seek. Showery Spring rains, Thunder, lightening on window panes, With patriotic claims to so inflame. Summer beckons breezes wave, Vacations in deep warmth enslave, Autumn delights with changing leaves. Trees must answer with colors...

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(This is a fictional poem) You beat the crap out of me just because I sold your car. I sold it so that I could buy some caviar. I lost all of my money and I can no longer afford caviar because I'm poor. I just sold all of your clothes so that I can buy some more. I...

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