Curried Poems - Poems about Curried

...Fake reviews In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café, her food was wonderful I advised mariners to go for a visit and be welcomed by a true lady. I now learned that unsolicited reviews are......

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...She is prissy, stuck up, arrogant, I imagine said Joey Lee. Have you met her in person though? How can this prediction be? I can tell because I have met others like her, some are on my blog. He al......

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...Waiting for chips* Hungry at noon Vinegar, salt Use a fork not a spoon Eat by the sea Where the waves are unhurried Peas that are mushed Sauce that is curried Two slices of bread A chip ......

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...OLD AND NEW 4 : CONTINUE TO SING Sipping cold champagne in silver cuff links at Thai restaurants eating red curried prawns while workers gape at former leaders sold Forlorn women starve ......

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... I Remember when days were long and all de children do is play, or how de burnin sun hot like fire and snow cone all melt away when I was jus a lad in Trinida......

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...Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego: These may not be three names you know, But have a seat and I will tell How they survived a fiery hell As servants of their God, Most High, Praised no false gods, wou......

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...Always the plastic containers, leftovers maturing stacked in gelid wastes where pork slumbers among the peppers, chicken spooning with onions and cabbage. The polar remains of once tropical mea......

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...For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace. It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse, that the pickles in ......

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...Sonny hid behind the melons In a busy Asian marketplace, Near the plantains and the mangos Where the shadows could obscure his face. He inhaled the air around him And enjoyed the fragrant s......

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...Life is the same, yet lived differently Under the azure of the sunny, crisp For the seconds that birthed Minutes that earned Hours that gifted Days that created moments Months that yielded Y......

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...Disposition tilts dogma of poetaster elicits, nevertheless adopting role jester trending toward vagueness exhibited by Addams family uncle Fester. Yours truly makes exception to his preference......

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...‘I wish for his head, on a silver platter’ Mother whispered to daughter ‘Go dance my love, grant me the golden trophy’ ‘I love you, mother,’ confidently She took to the grand floor Made it her......

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...My brother Fred thinks outside the box Wears red and green polka dot socks He still collects overpriced pet rocks Eats bagel holes, no cream cheese or lox Sister Sue sleeps with the horse ......

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...Always the plastic containers, leftovers maturing like potted gardens stacked in gelid wastes where pigs are plumped with peppers, goat spooned into onions and cabbage. The polar remains of onc......

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...I can select scant options available among figurative menu of life (mine) case in point, this ordinary day (July 10th, 2019) typifies small number routine prospects regarding how I will while......

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