Mom Rictameter Poems

Little
Brother likes sweets
Stole my Halloween prize 
Mom and Dad do not like snitches
So I’ll make a witches spell for some pain
When he eats my candy...

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Hagmar
Broken woman
She hangs around the set
She’s a movie star wanna-be
Be friendly, but do not encourage her
A fine well-known producer thinks
She is perfect for a part?
She’ll...

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Hot bread
Can’t wait
Mom has on her apron
She was up at four this morning
A delightful smell comes from the kitchen
Peeking in the oven window
Salivating big time
Watching...

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Silence..
let my glass speak,
bubbles rising,bursting,
snapshots of faces in my mind,
colours overlapping with each other,
first sip,first sin,mom and dad's face
try to peep in my heart,
then vanish...

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