Food Imagism Poems

What better way to describe psychological warfare,
It breaks down to be, a war of words, right there.
Poetry has an advantage, to show it as unjust...

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We bought a pet called Zack
Just shy to a cow’s knees
Gave it cheddar to snack
Since he always said cheese
But he grew overnight
In his width and...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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A muddy toad 'ribbits,'  
before leaping away -
to which I ponder,
if fairy tales were true,
who's 'Prince Charming.' would you be?

I smile,
in the quiet pond's reflection.
I can see...

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I want to become a jelly fish.
Brainless
Boneless
Bloodless
I want to float in the Ocean.
Let the waves carry Me.
Note.Please no injection....

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The mountains,                        ...

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 Haunting 

the room’s a mess.

the ouija’s in pieces.

the writings on the wall don’t even make sense anymore.


yet you grin lovingly,

 leaving behind that gunk...

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To think of a place, I tried
as I left for the station
but I still couldn't decide
where do I spent my vacation?

A place, where I could...

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Sand sparkles like diamonds under my feet.
Sun smiles in blue sky. I watch seagulls fly
while sitting with ease at my beach retreat.
I don’t need palaces...

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I have found something new to get excited about, 
That I feel the need to shout about,
That is as old as the hills,
That should reduce...

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My red birds sitting in a tree,                  ...

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The silver bird took us off,                   ...

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the orb
   hung
   in the haze
   like a 
   lemon-drop
   tart
   tickling
 ...

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The shy sun withdraws behind purple hills
As the dark sky lights up with silvery stars.
Oh, what beautiful scene, it fills me with thrills.
 
I go...

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THANKSGIVING

Butterbees glazing
Wing’d gobblings

Horn of plenty
Our honeyland

Mannah-maestro conducting
Xylophones with silver spoons

Misting maids of ‘mooners
Golden streams of Gilead

Move to Everest
Not that cold

Idaho mountains and valleys
Of beaten snow

Iceberg...

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