Malt Poems - Poems about Malt

...They are too foggy, Dreams, visions, etc.; I don’t know, I don’t remember, but o’ wait! Yes, a distinct memory. I started remembering words hoarse, dry words mixed with the lemon......

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... It don't hurt. —Johnny Thunders, lead guitarist of The Dolls, last words My ancestors are made of malt and barley, barely a drop of water left— Midas in jorts and Nikes, overp......

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...Cornfields full; midst green blades glaze As summer lends a hand with its golden blaze. They sway to the wind, direction it blows Golden cobs of grass in pride simply shows. At sunset they cower ......

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...I was at Resto Depot today for lunch. I had a miso noodle salad with an Avacado scooped out with two scoops of crunchy veggie or no veggie balls . they had exquisite seasoning too. Ther......

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... They don't taste the same as the ones that filled those big jars which sat in a cupboard serving out the four week wait. My mouth still craves for that first crisp bite, the tangy, sweet ......

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...Water can be calming until it floods the earth with its purpose It becomes quite unpleasant when the water overextends its intent Is it the moon that is making the water have more intent with its p......

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...A secret accord written in breaths, Configured in kisses and celestial caresses, A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love, Upon this stringless harp called Love. Ancestral pact, Woven from......

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...A crowd had gathered outside the malt shop. Some people had gotten out of the line for their blizzards. This interested me, so I pushed myself into the crowd. Nothing to see here! A carnival barke......

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...Gumball machine you make me smile an old woman said With your happy round balls in bright blue, yellow, pink, green and red. Reminding me of the fifties when I thought everyone was kind. Poodle sk......

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...Towards the Horizon Sitting in a corner, absorbing the incandescent hue, A malt for company, awaiting a magical cue, I often wonder, all these years, where were you? I reflect upon the days whi......

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...We’re (my roommates and I) at a specific time of youth - a time I’ll call “close.” We aren’t fully adults but we’re close, we’re not completely out and independent, but we’re close. And once again, w......

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... I remember when I held my children for the first time I remember when I spoke at my dad’s funeral ad libbing in a mix of joy and grief I remember when Saturday was THE most important day of t......

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...daughter's college roommate said I hope this is not rude. But I never eat anything except for hole food. I assured her it was no problem if that is all she ate. I made a grocery list immediately, ......

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...daughter's college room mate said I hope this is not rude. But I never eat anything except for hole food. I assured her it was no problem if that is all she ate. I made a grocery list immediately,......

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...She stares into the casket open, not what he wanted, but she did, even more now. “Stiffer than he’s ever been.” she snickered, silent, unheard. “O M F G thirty years; look at you in your blazer......

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