Pot Poems - Poems about Pot

First Russia fell, a vast land, Nine time zones, Stalin took command. Millions of Russians died due to his rule But Russians don't learn that fact in school. FDR called him "Uncle Joe," Mistook a tyrant for a bro. Churchill described what he could see— The Iron Curtain shielding tyranny. And North Korea - the U.S. let Russia install a communist regime, let it...

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Anapest! Intro ---------------Coda and all inbetween. Très chère Mère and La porte de Mon Père are proposed names for the Restaurants. There a 40 piece Orchestra can perform. Seating and dining areas separate. Two Restaurants in the same building and a deal with the Bed and Breakfast 1/4 miles down. The Three doors Down Deal will inspire a more family oriented feeling. We'll let the ballroom be used for alternatives but...

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Against the side fence, four long planks of wood ascended like steps supported on pillars of old red bricks serving as a stand for my Grandmother's collection of potted plants. Cuttings from exotic species gifted by friends, passed down family heirlooms harboring memories of past lives, feathery ferns and plump bellied cacti battled South Australian frosty winters and the baking heat of a...

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If a watched pot never boils, why am I looking at the steam from the pot? Then I burned myself. ...

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Success is like a pot of soup: Think about making a pot of soup You put the ingredients in Boil them for a long time It seemed like nothing was happening Suddenly the sweet smell came up That's where one may wear its smile Success takes time to accumulate and grow....

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A pot am I made some two decades back, Baked too but not enough, In search of a good kiln To rid some half-baked fluff. And then to set sail In this ocean of life. Why? Go far without getting drowned, Someone is waiting there for me. Who? Not sure, I’ve to figure out Nor I know who he is, Nor why waiting he is. When will...

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Filched formerly anatomical slender man - me! Thus I take a pot belly stance! Absolute zero escape velocity gutted dance sing days (contra and square), cuz metabolic full abundance abdominal adipose tissue acceptance not in accordance with light as a feather physique I sorely miss lost acquaintance the boy within forced admittance as sure man tanks of fat did advance shotgun marriage demanded allegiance to pledge lifetime...

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He says his wife is a coffee pot because she percolates a lot; and when he calls her cooking slop she starts to boil and gets real hot so he wastes no time to drop the subject lest she blows her top....

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Smoking Fire pot Of men of gods Feasting on the fears Of mere mortals thirsty souls Grasping on sipping patience of dawn of dusk a tale of myth a trial of will tampering minds tricky with tickling time probing souls ...

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Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer big plans to relocate self and spouse to some tropical island paradise by the dashboard light (the above line credited to musician named Meatloaf) upon arrival of Stanley steamer. When my ship comes in loaded and laden with precious cargo from busy ports far and wide captains trumpeting...

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Patty’s perfect pot of piquant chili hit my pallet hard It is hot, tasty, sharp, tangy, made with grandma’s lard. What a strong zesty kick, this chili has, my stomach laughed. My own chili is less provocative, less biting, by maybe half. There is a secret ingredient, my aunts told me but she will never tell. We went through Patty’s...

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Life as a whole can be so tragic, And never will you witness magic, Emotions change in a blink of an eye, You start off happy and end with a cry, Loss of my loved one this emotion was new, Like it's tipped in a pot stirred up like a stew, Then it's poured in a bowl picked up...

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The pot Tat killed my great grand’s thirst That reared all who lived before me That produced our water Water sweeter than honey. The pot She valued more than gold It was her favourite Because it was passed to her From her grandma. The pot Is a generational pot Passed from one generation to another But now it’s no more What am I going to leave for my granddaughter? The...

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You don't need to swear and cuss Making such a big loud fuss Calm down, take a breath You are scaring me to death I know your angers coming through Because of what he did to you You are mad and really shaking Your anger is hotly baking Into a burning black pit From this disturbing violent fit There's smoke coming from your head There is...

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Oh gaping chasm of misfortune A sign of council extortion? Roads not fit for purpose Driving makes us nervous Neglect of civil responsibility The cause of such hostility Oh pot hole why so terrible Our roads are just unbearable What future for these holes? Maybe roadside fishbowls? My rage is like a rabid wolverine I shall write today to the queen Dear Queen Camilla Parker Bowls Please...

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