Food Quintain (English) Poems

The gifts are wrapped and ‘neath the tree
in brightly colored bags and bows.
I now sit back, my mind set free
to contemplate these thoughts I chose
and...

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I think I’ve gone on nearly every diet know to woman.
My journey started after age fourteen.
Before then, I was like a fan of “eat all...

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I barely knew the grandma on my father’s side,
but Grandma Owens I knew fairly well.
She was my mother’s mother; she took great pride
in cooking us...

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I find the Christmas season can be very sad,
because it reminds me of all I have lost;
my sister, grandma, grandpa, mom and dad,
my husband...

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"Umpteen little moments of all living creatures are knitted together to weave the vivid fabric called 'Life' " ~ by poet. 

The first wee sprout...

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Within an overplay of paneled oak
and illumination fittingly low,
set upon a table, its style baroque
a lighted candle, its shimmering glow
plays an unopened bottle of Bordeaux

Distant...

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Close to election time, we have the chance
to hear the candidates for office speak,
or “stump,” in nearby towns, to give their stance
on issues and improvements...

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Apples, oranges, nuts; awesome fragrances.
And the spirit of love and joy was of no human origin.
Our father did not express tenderness, but Christmas
convinced us that...

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Christmas is almost here,                                          ...

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When Cowardice and Sloth shook hands,
their deal produced a special breed 
of thief whose basic low-risk plans
to victimize the ones in need
required no smarts and...

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They came upon us in the light of day.
No weapons did they need, for dark of night
is what they brought. We still don’t know the...

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The summer grill has old coals that are gray
with little life to get the food well done.
But when they’re stoked with ashes knocked away
an orange...

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https://gigglespoet.com/#jp-carousel-66   My scars from a misdiagnosis are my armor 

Lord, old memories plague me in the darkness 
And as they rear their ugly...

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There is a food from my childhood
which was loved by all my family.
We loved its smell, so recognizable, and its taste so good.
My sisters and...

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Walking to grade school without a care
Each morning at the same spot
Freshly baked bread scent filled the air
Straight from the oven, savory hot
Aroma so sweet,...

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