Pickled Poems - Poems about Pickled

...Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occ......Read the rest...

...Tambourine tears fall with such grace They actually make music on my face A festival of salt on blackened skin Pickled smile teasing the audience again Bitterness is an acquired fruit After fast......Read the rest...

...This is a small tribute to one of England's Finest world war 1 poets who died A week before the great war ended. Nov. 4th 1918 Train of Silenced Voices Fares settled in bloo......Read the rest...

...In garish lands we pray our jingles Full of pump and dump lyrics And mistletoe romance. And greet the new night With freedom damn freedom Kissing our showgirls away from our wives. Glass ......Read the rest...

...I love Korean food K food Ever since I first Encountered it in 1979 When I joined the Peace Corps Korean food is somewhat like Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, and Thai With some American i......Read the rest...

...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, ......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

... Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts ripped from black and white movies. Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun, one of her hands would refrain from touching her, the other has bee......Read the rest...

...Radiant waves of emotions, full of hope. Hearty beef stew with raisins and pickled beats. We gained wisdom from our mothers. Trusting the saints who walk beside us. Into rivers we bathe away our ......Read the rest...

...I stand Standing upon the emerald landscape posture stiff and still Eyes like black holes devouring the space around me Glass horse galloping, prisms exploding through the plainlands Time pas......Read the rest...

... An late ebony night with trembling notes gurgling sounds from moist throats Where pickled cucumbers shrink in a ja......Read the rest...

...You ready yourself to perform that poesy; a pen is held firmly in your fingers as you concentrate, while eating pickled onions, and reach for the notebook that’s by your side. Yet once you’ve t......Read the rest...

...When walking along on the road, An object appeared, so I slowed. It was probably tossed From a car that had crossed; The surprise on my face must have showed. ‘Twas a pickle, a deli-type spear......Read the rest...

...d prior to picking. Author's note: Of course, there could have been a typo in the original manuscript, and Peter actually "packed a peck of pickled peppers", or maybe Peter, himself, was partially "pickled" when he picked 'em.......Read the rest...

...The pickering of pickle pie Of pickle as pickled could be My liver to be exact Pickled to disbelief Of proportionately exorbitantly larger than it could be But what is it To be exactly like me......Read the rest...