Preferences Poems - Poems about Preferences

I like American; no one else in my family does Velveeta is also a favorite; I like her softness My daddy’s favorites were sharp cheddar and blue cheese. My mama did not eat anything but fruits and vegetables. Mostly vegetables. I have three daughters. None of them want the same kind of cheese on their hamburgers. One wants pepper jack. Another wants provolone. Come...

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A Solar trims the Earth's waistline, while Polars bare all the segments, Springing up those northern steppes leans sublime, the Vernal Equinox presents, then, on March 20th, it will shine. The southern Pole leans the same way, as the September Equinox appears, on September, the 22nd day, though terms mirror a different side as it leers, it's Summer there, and it's their time to...

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In the day time! in the day time, she said: yes in the freakin day. Twenty six limos one chef, a full staff bouncers, a bartender and people glamour. we are gonna honor with trophies peoples who needez-ah recognition. when the sun begins to set that when they'll go out to the arena and shine as athlete's. Under the stars where the celebrities will do...

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A faded white shirt accents his rumpled brown suit He takes his place unobtrusively sits content, quietly His preferences pedestrian narrowly bourgeoisie Guests sample exotic liquors His pleasure is tea He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass ...

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Mystery books have been devoured by preteens since the fifties. I remember graduating from Nancy Drew to Trixie Belden. Or maybe it was the other way around. In eighth grade I discovered Agatha Christie and “Then there were none”. I think a few boy readers read The Hardy Boys, but not many. Boys wanted to be moving usually, not reading. Today’s...

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introduce   the   complete absorption in the act of listening so    critical&  diverse in outlook intertwined in remarkable exchanges virtually    an aftermath to   transcend    the abyss a contrary idea in a realm so suggestive of emotional neglect the sole purpose signs of aspirations where the soul soars &conscience is instrumental & admired   then     reinterpreted to dedicate &reflect    interest THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Some prefer cherry Others like grape 'Whatever, it's a tomato' Said the hungry ape...

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A body that’s lean Money that’s green A house that’s pristine Surroundings that are serene A flexible schedule, not routine Protection from the unforeseen A loving companion who’s not mean A person to answer the phone, not a machine Genuineness in others, not a smokescreen Help when needed, to appear on the scene Complete trust in the Lord to intervene A heart that’s clean A mind that’s...

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Give me a taste of yellow butter please. Not that crummy oleo or margarine. I want homemade rolls not that store bought stuff. And beef and noodles made by my mother. Nothing else....

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I am much more likely to feel like a respectful, trusting family member than an entitled warrior, while outside "property improvements" rather than inside anthropocentric habitats. Sometimes even as I approach my favorite sanctuary, an AllSouls Unitarian-Universalist built structure, I feel more sacred peace before I open our front door of intended mutual hospitality accommodation conversation accompaniment on life's great spirited journey, than after closed off into merely...

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Literal poetry is my go to gal Metaphorical poetry is impossible for me. Metaphors do not come naturally They are not only difficult to understand but impossible to write. Literal poetry is concrete to me, Metaphors are abstract. The only abstracts I want are in my artwork, not in my poetry. For they are not easy. They are difficult And I am all about easy....

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QUIRKS I once had a friend long time past Who was wont to always break his fast On cornflakes not with honey and milk But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat But when I do I must specify that The brim must have ketchup, and then the crown Will need Mulligatawny soup...

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Our preferences always align, With what our minds believe. Our ideologies alone, Are what our minds perceive. And we accept no other truth Than what our minds prefer. Our reasoning is built upon What preferences infer. Some prefer that no God exist, This is the road they choose. They close the door with righteous zeal On all religious views. Except, perhaps, the ones that have No God to...

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There was a young fellow named Tony, Who wouldn't eat his macaroni. He hollered out, "Hey, Take this slop food away. Just bring me a stick of baloney." Written; November 14, 2014...

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I don’t have a favourite; I love each and every one Whether happy or sad Cheerful or glum I love tarty Marti And svelter Delta Sloppy Poppy And vulgar Olga I love baddy Maddie And angrier Andrea Clean Jean And fairer Farah I love scorer Pandora And messy Bessie Gaudy Maudie And sassie Cassie I love a damp vamp To tell the truth Or Horny Dawny And uncouth Ruth...

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