Dente Poems - Poems about Dente

A lady in sunny Rimini, told the chef she wanted zucchini. She finished her meal, then said, with some zeal; “I love, sir, a firm bucatini.”...

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having a plot not more than a large pot growing was a nurtured planted by nature wind blown seed that grew into a dandelion never mind for those that think it's just a weed it was never mine from the start so no need to feel or fill or fulfill any care or beware of its dying but when its yellow flower turned to a puffy dome of white seeds i felt threatened by the wind and even a sneeze so that no one would blow it up and away i...

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He rides his horse into town with dramatic cowboy flair where suddenly a certain amount of tension fills the air wide rimmed cowboy hat pulled down low with guns strapped to his sides ready to go All the townsfolk stare at the lanky handsome stranger wondering if their life and town is once again in danger the mysterious stranger ties his...

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I like my poetry soup cooked al dente, so lots of diced adjectives in the pot went, and I threw in some fresh verse, lyric, I did immerse. I folded in liquid imagination, and sprinkled poetic inspiration, nothing wrong with a pinch of creation; and a toss of wordy rhyme gambling. ...

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To reek of blouse sweat. Kindle inanity like living room fire, mothers in coarse grain. Steeped in organic growth. Saturday’s swelled yeast....

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