Long Linguini Poems

Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley...

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At first there was nothing in the very distant past,
Then bang! There was everything, a universe so vast;
All splendid and magnificent,  terrifying and mundane.
But before we knew all this, before we could explain,

About giant,...

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She was one good looking chick
Straight out of Vogue, or a Spiderman flick
Her back was straight, she had that glow
Blonde hair, green eyes, healthy head to toe
And she had a fixation, that fixation was me
My...

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The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male...

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pickle a paper and print paint playfully pointing pins
Knitting needles in a fish and chip shop is about as useful or as necessary as eating a soup with a spade. Dramatic are the arriving interludes...

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You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of.
Unending shapes and sizes.
From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette 
and squiggly fusilli.
As my tongue tastes morsels of your saucy tubular goodness,
I compose a rhyme of...

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Eating Clams

Should I go to my grave doing latest rave?
Or be a nice guy and myself do behave
And if writing poems is what it will be
They will be given to Poetry Soup for free.

Recently, returned...

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Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled 
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled 
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a...

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Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled 
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled 
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a...

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...dedicated to John Barrick Cecil


Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season. 
I left the house and struggled through the cobbled streets
to...

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Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season. 
I left the house and struggled through the snow-clogged streets
to meet a man I...

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Q: Who is the current Chief of Staff?
A: The resident President.

Q: What is an old, lame, deaf, half-blind Sherlock Holmes?
A: A defective detective.

Q: Who is the magician who ate all the pasta when no one...

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Just
In time corpse shine twilight sun  had tainted my inner vision
Twisted
Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber
Doesn't any wonder?
Torpedo
Torn,
The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage
Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks...

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As I stepped inside the building
A simple smell left me content
I spoke my wishes to a lady
And away with her I sent

I could hear a gentle sizzling
My stomach growled and arms went limp
A buttery garlic...

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(This is a fictional poem)

My arms, legs and ribs have been broken and I'm wearing a neck collar.
It happened when I went to a five star restaurant and was charged three hundred 
dollars.
All my wife...

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How do I eat thee? Let me count the ways:
sauced, buttered, plain,
sprinkled with Parmigiano Reggiano,
pesto, pancetta, bacon.
Rowdy rigatoni, flamboyant farfalle,
perky penne, funny fusilli, lovely linguini,
spunky spaghetti,
personality abounds.
An atavistic love affair
with semolina goodness
in all shapes, sizes
like...

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(Try to sing this one to the tune of MARIA from "West Side Story")

Linguini -
the most luscious cuisine that I’ve ever had.
Linguini, linguini, linguini, linguini.
Oh what flavorful things in that dish make my taste buds...

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I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie,
the only one who ever touched my Nadi.
I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy.
You’d classify her as an in-betweenie,
but looking pretty hot in that bikini!
She got me...

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