Hotchpotch Poems - Poems about Hotchpotch

...Now here's mishmash mess of a dish, A hodgepodge of things you won't miss, Use-by-dates, well past encore, Muddled up on the floor, A culinary concoction so swish!......

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...Why marrying today And divorcing tomorrow? Marriage is not  dry run                         or dummy run Marriage is not hubbub                        or rehab Marriage is not hotchpotch    ......

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...I start off being optimistic With my big saucepan Only as a last resort will I ever Eat soup from a can. I assemble all the ingredients From a list I’ve not written down Caremelise the onions.......

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...Take a pot, heat it hot. Scratch it dry. Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits. Check the sides as well. Sniff the seance of conjured smells. Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas. OK, now, dr......

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...1st Whisk a combination of thought 2nd Inter flow the soul with the spirit 3rd Fuse your compound of love together 5th Admixture of others casing a union 6th Then hotchpotch and mash it up 7th A......

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...So many paths Reflecting on broken mirror of certainty Someone asks- who is poetry? Reply comes- God! Whining- what is poet? Mumbling- to know the nothingness! Original is always pronounced ......

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...Democracy! A name which has suffered ignominy A sound which has become ignoble A song which can only be hummed. Its hotchpotch has gone through hypothesis And its effective cause of hostilities.......

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...The mishmash mayhem of jumbled clutter at first seems to be confusion's cause. But after tidying up, nothing can be found. Nothing is where you left it lying, easy to find again. Last in, fir......

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...I glanced up the road and was taken aback with what I saw. I looked again and to my surprise, There was a troop of army guys coming down the road, all decked out in rainbow colored garb. How coul......

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...A speck of dust, a gritty granule, a mote of dirt, A flake, a particle, a granule, a tiny remnant of what used to be. A hotchpotch rabble assortment littering every nook and cranny, Everywhere is......

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...Rain, Rain! Are you pure? Flooding lives of million poor? Let me know one thing for sure, Can this howling make you cure? Since you started crying so heavily, Rootless people dying curse-fully......

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...The Waiting Room The April weather shifted high to low, Exposing those early clout casters To the concluding bite of winter; Footsteps full of foreboding Trudge their last legs up the inclined......

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