Jus Poems - Poems about Jus

Just my opinion: when it comes to poetry, right is write what your heart tells you: if a theme suggests formless, like most of mine, then the form reflects one's norm-less... and if more tradition would better work, then, with rhyme and meter, by all means, go traditionally berserk. (it's all good!)...

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The Zero Au Jus Poetess Awakens The poetess sat all day, waiting for a reply. As if a great star would fall from the sky? She learned her lesson all too well. ...

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Poetic delicacies, Chilled haiku sake, Sautéed clerihew au jus, Free-range limericks baked to perfection, Footle fries, Yum! *** October 17, 2019 F F I series finale Brian Strand, sponsor Bon Appétit ! *** Poetry notes: 10/17/2019 Poetry form: Epulaeryu - A poem that is entirely about food. It has seven lines with a grand total of thirty-three syllables. The meter of the poem is set so that it is,...

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I would love a life of death I would like to slit my throat and kill myself Take a razor and sharpen my neck But I would not want that for you Ye who lives with regret I will reserve for you the boring death With a bed, some family and a bad health But for me it will be a glorious...

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A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball. Priceless is the process of pacification and pacifications are not prevalent in the pacific, the polar regions, nor do they play with piñatas in Paraguay. It is to be said...

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If my dad can see me now He would have a smile on his face He would say look at my son Growing up into the man you see today He would take you through my life story From frame to frame And how I was poor and homeless To making more than minimum wage He would pick up my babies Kiss and...

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Henry stood his rocky ground as he watched her board the bus, Not one time did she look back but he heard her softly cuss The cold wind; the hard dirt floor; their drunken neighbor named Gus; Then the driver crunched the gears ...

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poetry has always been my first language now it seems im chocking on my words lyrics that use to come out so fluently now have no rhyme, or a rhyme but no rythm or a rythm but no beat how is it that a beat that use to jam so beautifully in my mind suddenly go silent its as if ive gone...

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I almost Die tonight No Past , Just Future I got kick out Tonight No Past, just Future I didn't Feel no fear, the car did 360 & 720 My cousin and my friend are so shock I'm very calm so close I call it docile Wet ground, down hill curves That is what I call a future I almost Die tonight No Past,...

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