Delicacy Poems - Poems about Delicacy

Porky Pig once stopped by my butcher shoppe Pig was not looking for any old slop He searched high and low Meat tasted like crow 'Please, Elmer, one...

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I am reporting from Normandy, where a cheese war has started between two hospitality business tycoons, for acquiring the ownership of a shipload of Brie and Comembert soft and creamy cheese, heavily consumed popularly in their two outlets, Wine and Cheese Tavern and Charcuterue Shack. As the cheese ship arrived, the owners of these dining holes tried to negotiate the price with...

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Delicacy Delight was the most deliberately dainty diligent pig She was fresh as a grass sprout, and could do a bit of a jig The other pigs in Iowa were used to her, so they ignored her tutu. But I was the new goat in the pen, so I watched her. Now wouldn’t you?...

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Mr. Camel is fascinated by his friend Dilbert Dung Beetle’s diet. He thinks eating up excrement, feces and manure is a riot. It is tasty! Delicious! You should try a salty elephant pie! Dilbert Dung Beetle says. You would love it if you gave it a try! Mr. Camel watches Dilbert dig in, gulping down gobs of the stuff. He...

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As the golden sun rays Seeped into my room From the cherry sky In a spell of crimson reverie I saw… On the table a bed of Resplendent rose In the bowl of boiled eggs Scintillating strawberries In the glass of milk Winsome wine All I consumed With dreamy delight. As I went out I saw… Leaning on the wall stood My old bicycle With watermelon wheels I took a fantasy ride...

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The world has its own wonders, The stars up there twinkle, The sun shines bright, The moon in the night sky glows, Like the bloom in the flowers in a row. All is beautiful, everything fits best, But the sound of you pierces through my chest. I wonder how it remains unnoticed, The music of the little things, The beauty of its existence, How pretty...

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Longing for delicacy Is no fault We all like delicious and tasty food Delicacy is also a style of life An art of life A variety of life It's speciality and essence Increase appetite and pleasure A relaxation of life But please don't forget The secret danger of sugar,salt and oil in seasoning Salt is mixed with sugar Sugar replaces Ajinomotor in...

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Today’s poem is a juicy pork chop The next one that skates by is a foppish cod fish Each delicacy and dessert separate in their own way Living their own truths. Yesterday’s poems were chocked with Faeries and dainty crisp white daisies I have less control of this than of myself They prance to their own harps All I know is if I...

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If flies in our sleep is meat Ketchup-ing all we can eat, But I’m warning you, you have to be fast. Grab a plate quickly, when the die is cast. If you want nutrition to fully last, You can season it with brown sage and rice. Cook it in the oven and bake it twice. You have a delicate stomach? That is...

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~ I see the sunrise and it is delicious, an early morning delicacy served at the horizons edge tempting to my palate, comfort food in citrus colors Cereal is merely sugar and coffee can be bitter at times, toast is just toast therefore I choose to consume the sunrise this morning because its beauty tastes like you ~...

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Your skin turns as lush as the gleam Of frosty vanilla bean ice cream, While I make your blushing cheeks redden, Each as though pieces of a peeled watermelon....

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With airy tread your footfall makes no sound though crackling leaves bestrew the frozen ground, the lightness of your voice floats on the breeze, its delicacy sets my soul at ease. A white-flecked silence hovers o’er the croft as echoes perish, snowfall settles soft. Weightless and peripheral you flitter, ‘twixt flakes, and the robin’s cheerful twitter. The treasures of the world are...

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With airy tread your footfall makes no sound though crackling leaves bestrew the frozen ground, the lightness of your voice floats on the breeze, its delicacy sets my soul at ease. A white-flecked silence hovers o’er the croft as echoes perish, snowfall settles soft. Weightless and peripheral you flitter, ‘twixt flakes, and the robin’s cheerful twitter. The treasures of the world are...

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There she is standing, Standing like heavenly statue, A statue beautified by pure gold, Gold from heavenly treasury. She smiles gorgeously carrying away all the pain in my heart, Again, she smiles exquisitely and my soul is carried away, Carried away into the realms of true romance, Romance that scarcely dwells in infatuation. She brings her hand to shake mine, Mine in hers and...

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Her reveries slant the compass of time: 1970s. Minefields now roar through blurred visions. She retreats into dots of space to live in the moment, as emotions fling to a gray sky. While curtains blow unceasingly, hours freeze. Again, love passes; leaves, while a young wife’s heart crushes in tears. bouyant clouds wander in the expanse...

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