Dicer Poems - Poems about Dicer

... I can still smell Mom's homemade soup on the stove, she always had a pot simmering for us kids to welcome us home; it was made in this huge soup pot which I inherited, old, and ding......

Continue reading...

...Hail President Whack a Mole He does it with TREMENDOUS soul Whack there National Security Admin Mr Flynn Lying is one TREMENDOUS sin Whack a bulls eye on FBI Comey With all that loyalty bal......

Continue reading...

...=================================================== Oh, I thank you, my friend but I don't think I should... No, I never would dine here again, if I could! And the truth is, I tried but the outc......

Continue reading...

...Brain strain – A kitchen adventure Broken ladles scattered about the new granite countertops Veins of years gone by, prehistoric earth tremblings, spotted composites in a vast array of colors, ......

Continue reading...

... Surrounded my millions of others, and yet, still so alone. Preachers call them my sister and brothers. But, for me what have they done? Other than judge and pick? Steal my self respect, ......

Continue reading...