Pies Poems - Poems about Pies

strawberries plump, sweet, eat whole or muffins, jellies, ice cream, pies~ the fruit of all trades ...

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Tourtière, Canadian— beef and pork browned well. Mom always added breadcrumbs, onions, celery, and mashed potatoes, spice blend too— yum. ...

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Dorothy Sally loved her pie, kept it for herself Had cherry, gooseberry and cherry on a shelf In her freezer she had hidden key lime and pecan You won’t get a piece though she has six strawberry chiffon Dorothy Sally does not share her sweet pies ever Her brother sneaks them out, he is extremely clever...

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I saw a turkey circling, high above Manhattan his bronze and copper feathers ripped in the sun, and it looked like it was having an awful lot of fun. He looked proud, in those clouds—majestic and delicious, I could picture him sprawled out, on our Thanksgiving dishes. Then I thought, chastisingly, “Wow, in a way, that’s kind of vicious.” I opened...

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grazing in a patch catching sun's rays and growing to be pumpkin pie...

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I could eat a pie in the sky Said the Bear unto the snake A giant cherry fancy pie With lashings of cream shake A Pie the size of giant whales A humungous macaroon A slice of chocolate brownie The size of the new moon The snake just warned the bear To not gorge on such food But the bear knew hibernation was...

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Fed up with tasteless pastries from the high street baker, I planned to take a stall in the market And provide my tried and tested range of pies. But, though well meant, when I saw the rent, It was far too high. My plan was just pie in the sky ...

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mama’s pies were the best around her crust was flaky and sugary no one could bake a pie like she she never baked a pie she always baked three or four I guess she only knew how to make lots of crust there was enough left to sugar and cinnamon for my sister and brother and I she baked that on a cookie...

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Rainbow ribbons in her hair Playing in the grass with no care Making mud pies in the dirt Skinny dipping in July no pants no shirt Playing hide and seek football too Finger painting pictures under sky blue Racing the wind playing in the rain Singing favorite songs pretending to have fame Riding in the back of an old pickup truck No seatbelt there...

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Detroit rabbit couple ride their fish balloon in the Michigan skies They like what they are throwing; there is happiness in their eyes We wonder if they know what they are doing; as they throw out some pies Made of carrots and cabbages, not delectable unless you are flies....

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Once there were millions. Now there are billions. Once there were kings. Now there are councils. Once there was ignorance. Now knowledge abounds. Once there was poverty. Now comfort for most. Once there was war. Now there is peace. Once there were traditions. Now there are systems. Our relative power is slipping away. Even as we all grow greater each day. 8 October 2023...

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This restaurant keeps her pies up front. In a lit case with shiny glass they polish every two minutes. It would be impossible to miss them. The customer gets to see these pies three times. When you arrive, when you leave, and when you pay. Many people are leaving with a whole pie. At six dollars a slice, I shudder to...

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It was summer in the mountains, Daisies, bees and poison ivy surrounding The little creek where my feet swung down, Swaying gently over the trickling water… Betraying the heat with its coolness, Its calm – serene like the world where I came from, A world of laughter, beauty and grace… Where granny worked and prayed, Where mama didn’t see any shame in repenting For...

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Birds baked in pies, babies rocked out of trees Kids all falling down from some dreadful disease Young Hansel and Gretel May wind up in a kettle What tormented minds write stories like these? 12/4/22...

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Always later than I'd like, richness in their cells when ripe Backberry with Apple pie delight, once to taste is not my style I've also found them there, at times and whiles, and tasted also before I'm home.' and now I've opened up the tome, the one on puddings; basin filled.' Mullberry and plum, raspberry and kiwi, gooseberry...

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