Entrees Poems - Poems about Entrees

...Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante deli......Read the rest...

...Three dogs at the groomers, three hours till there done go out to eat lunch, have Italian tasty and fun Entrees served, cell phone rings Kublai's eye bleeding, doggie bags they bring Get Kublai t......Read the rest...

...*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek *** Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal to pe......Read the rest...

...Brownian motion writ large... within small medium as light brainstorm doth hail forth the following poem. Across the realm of gray matter slowly percolating within tissue composed of neuron......Read the rest...

...The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be, The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come, They missed their warm English beds and their tea. The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled ab......Read the rest...

...P- Poetry Soup is like a buffet sideboard O - Offering tasty treats, nostalgic and informative E - Experiencing entrees from around the world while T - Tweaking our own creative fare and makin......Read the rest...

...I think we are all drummers – of course, drum musicians know that drumming is not just pounding on the skins (well, vinyl these days) – there is also, soulful brushwork, and finessing of symbo......Read the rest...

...Chosen to be a perfectionist all things in order not out of order the pantry is orderly the shelves are amazing the dishes are placed neatly arranged with a homemade cake perfect......Read the rest...

...I used to be teen suicide, less full of myself to wonder a future unknown borrowing a want of perfection in strength of movement, a posture of glazed movement, gymnastic skills of love, purposef......Read the rest...

...When Little Miss Muffet first visited buffets, she’d choose just cheese entrees, macaroni... Until one day in line a grand gourmand spied her. He advised some cider and egg foo yong. Now......Read the rest...

...Homeless Feral Cats, Wandering around cities, Know no love or compassion, From human beings. Dumpsters become their food bowls; Car engines, often warm beds. Occasional mouse Or......Read the rest...

...mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens molded together, patchwork of leans drowning withouts more than floating withins mindsided promises, neglectful of ends dripdry conundrums in, neat stagn......Read the rest...

...While ambling down the boulevard, I spied a swanky canopy. As member of the avant-garde, The classy bistro suited me. When greeted by the maitre'd, I nonchalantly said, "Just one." He smil......Read the rest...

...while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank with muss elf feeling prick sans figurative or real shaft shank quite the oppos......Read the rest...

...Jack London's home across the Bay, Now crossing the Golden Gate. Walking through Fisherman's Wharf, Smelling the entrees as you pass restaurant doors. While ships passing along the way, Fishin......Read the rest...