Long Broiler Poems

she wanted to impress those in attendance
seemed the proper thing to do seeming
most of the folk were their to either
endorse her new
restaurant.
she wanted something special for the chefs special
but didn't want to spend the time...

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crowded, my feelings -
rolling hitch.
i lay on the broiler pan
scorched, unturned.
                    even if
i could climb to...

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And it's black
There is a wave runnings of the White Snake 
The serpent flaming White Red Hots 
Stencils penciled in steep smoke rises up 
in the atmosphere over and beyond the mountainous hills
 Gathering molding...

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ORACLE OF NATURE

Lie is been feed like food
Truth finds its way beneath the mattress
Knowledge of thought has taught me some thoughts
Where the gate of trust has gone beyond extinction

Where is the dog?
Sent by a clone...

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Our evenings have withdrawn
into a closed living room, 
where we don’t chat
but let a large TV cheat us. 
We watch life on a screen 
with a vicarious thrill.

There were children everywhere
in our ancestral home –...

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Summer's sun is scorching hot as it sends its fiery burn.
Carnival laughter shakes the air when July takes its turn.

July means more litter, as plastic bottles fill the street.
The sand that was enjoyable, now burns...

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Seven A.M., feet on the floor, pajamas in-car 
for a favorite drive-through fast-food treat?  No, 
it's the coffeepot, and turn on the broiler, less of 
a spoiler, but kudos in Heaven. Breakfast's in the...

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2.5 cups of chickpeas
2 egg yolks
3 t of lime juice
4 tablespoons of garlic
1/2 onion
1/2 flaked fish
1/2 t of dried thyme
4 T shredded coconut
1 teaspoon of smoked paprika
4 T toasted sesame seeds
2 Tablespoons of flour
2 T...

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Camouflage me quickly the fowl yelled as he landed.
Did not know who he was, but we ran out with paints - blue and red.
Can we colorize your feathers asked our leader, Mrs. Banded.
Do what you...

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Her comb is no longer red. 
It’s meaningless to preen. 
She stands hunched as a deadpan mushroom.
Only flesh matters in her man-made coop. 
. 
She cannot forage in freedom.
She’s not a living thing.
There isn’t any...

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2 slices of bread
placed next to 
each other
 on a metal plate.
A perfect union.
Each slice,
 covered in turkey,
and
a slice of swiss cheese.
Open faced.
I can't wait for lunch!
Then I make
a Parmesan cheese sauce
and cover each slice.
I...

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