Long Tapioca Poems

A common confrontation between
Man and animals
From the wild, are pigs roaming farm lands
Destroying the crops

Of pöor farmers, it’s indeed a
Problem in Indian states
With forest borders, acute in her
Many smaller states.

In larger states where lands are...

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quick with the pen you have a great deal communication
through words twisted on the vine such as the pale horse to be rode on
Their are simpler things in life such as the honey on the...

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Cape Comorin  (Kanyakumari) of Tamil Nadu,
Might be copious of the core concept called Xanadu;
Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea, 
Amalgamate and mingle here, like mermaids, full of glee...!

Treasures of silver, gold, and gemstones...

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Has it not occurred to you how I sat with you
dear...

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Whenever life - or the weather - gets chaotic,
I love to retreat to somewhere exotic,
and there is one place in the Caribbean 
that, for me, is worthy of song or paean.

This place is one that...

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Arc of sure light
Sunrise in a flash;
Emergent horizon

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Street corner commotion
Detour signage shouts;
Road excavation

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Fruit stall vendor
Familiar offerings tempt;
Seasonal fruits

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Emporium crowd
Oriental handicrafts;
Curious array

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Smoky haze pollutes
Grey sunscreen patch;
Coughing episodes

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Hunchback old lady
Sorting paper debris; 
Resolute survival

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Sidewalk cobbler
Old uncle attending;
Sick...

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The prime objective of school dinners
Must have been to make them taste as awful as possible
Too runny or to thick
Aesthetically disgusting 
And the result was they make you gag and sick.

The screwed up faces in...

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"Greetings To Subway"

A taste bud option determine upon a sub type like tips are a option

What type of bread do you prefer? Nearly all favor wheat or white

Six inches on the other hand a foot...

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Tapioca  (Free Verse)

I’ll always be thoughtful and treat you well
Mi amor
If you want for food, it will always be there
Mi amor
I’d protect you from the gates of hell
Mi amor
Whatever you desire is yours
Mi amor
But...

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My thoughts of you are like warm tapioca pudding
                   My memories of you are like chocolate bars...

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If only I could eat every food known 
Food of a people tell the culture of a people 
Soul food not just food for the soul 
Satisfying dish gives the heart a treat. 

An all...

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This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor.

~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~
Liver and onions,
Minced meat pie.
Drinking beer from a can,
Celebrating the 5th of...

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You were 
neither a destroyer
nor a preserver 
like Shelley’s west wind.
You were
a native signal
to harvest the taro and tapioca.
You were
a swing for the shore, 
and my soul too.

You weren’t 
just a parching wind
for me.
My still...

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Dearest damsel, thou art my life
If thou want for food, it will always be there
I will offer confit and other gourmet fare

Whatever jewels ye desire I present to you
Be it Australian opals or Colombian gold...

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I can understand why my pal has given
up on this garage sorting.  it is only 9:30
and I feel like we've been working on this
for ten hours. I did not even get here until 8.

I...

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clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes  "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders whip hot fudge tapioca.
from the larva, emerges paul harvey.
orator greetings...

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Warm creamy pudding makes me happy.
I especially like it hot.
Tasty butterscotch and pistachio.
Yum! Yum! I like it, and a lot.

Bland vanilla is not my favorite.
But tapioca makes me smile.
Except for the six pounds at breakfast
I...

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Her words were rootless,
they were buttercups churning in a cyclic wind;
sweet if you like sweet, but never deep enough
nor strong enough to be hurtful or loving,
Her poems came with the bland smile
of a sociopath.

Naturally folks...

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