Long Baklava Poems

Who speaks does indeed lie,
Who does not, surely knows more,
But keeps silent by fear to die,

The Walls have ears,
To listen and hear,
The brother became a foe to testify,
A brother sells a brother,
In this deep, dark...

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Let’s begin with
A strong fresh
Brewed Greek coffee
The aroma alone,
Will wake up 
Your senses, 
Allow you to
Let go, to keep 
An open mind to delight
And excite 
You, relax your taste buds.
About to travel,
Don’t put up fences,
Today...

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It is a gift.
Not the kind you are born with,
Like a way with words or a knack for sports or a sense of humor.
Nor is it wrapped up in fancy paper and tied with a...

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Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics, 
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!

Pile of pure pulverization and...

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Baklave punished the people of
Thermopolium. The taught
the flavors of desire and decodance
When Apicius created a dessert for
the men of Anceintious. One man wished to
be loved and sorted the farro in fields
 and dairy's in barns....

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One thousand and one fluttering butterflies in one centre all
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Ah, finding the right Greek to go
after!
That stole my soul forever with
love and laughter!

Twas my glimmering treasure trove 
to secure.
I admit fully to being anything
but shy and demure!

His...

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The Day Baklava Bent the Fork
 
By: Moji Agha
 
April 15, 2010
 
On this taxing day on Earth,
I finally saw with my own physical eyes,
in one hilariously sweet moment,
the sticky triumph of baklava over the...

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The moon reflects in an oily city puddle.
Cigarette butts float on their back,
hold hands,
and look up at the stars.

I saw your eyes shining.
When a seagull screeched over the bay,
carrying a doomed crab,
like you carried away...

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Didn’t digest my all-dressed pizza
Suffering now from insomnia
A touch of every possible phobia
Mostly of ravenous bacteria 
And humongous tarantula
O yes, and the sordid mafia
Did I call my Grandmamma
Did I put away the spatula
Did I book...

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The alarm clock brushed my teeth and then forced me to drink orange juice.
As I looked out the window, a cement sky was pulling down the corners of my mouth.
The newspaper on my front steps...

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      Remembrances of golden us....
      Swaddled in each others' arms...
      Stargazing... so midnight sweet!
      Tears...

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DINNER

Tonight we’ll dine 
At a restaurant fine
.To order, we’ll start 
With the French words,
Entrée and a la carte.

Hors d oeuvres, escargo, 
Brei and dubonnet.
If those mean food,
Why don’t they say?
Foi gras and boeuf.
Grass-fed beef?

Next on...

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Baclava! Baklava!
the steaks are medium rare!


one stick of butter
1/4 inch bead of garlic paste
1/4 bead of anchovy paste
2 Tablespoons of dehydrated onions
 soaked in 3 tablespoons of beef stock
drain.
2 Tablespoons of parsley
1 cured egg yolk
1...

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