Scallions Poems - Poems about Scallions

...Dumplings As I walk into the kitchen, for a snack, my mother, her apron, night black hair, and jade bracelet, makes me dumplings. She combines the mixture of monotonous ingredients into so......

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...With flaming pen The beast inside me scratches to remove, Fingers pulsing with my heartbeat growing What will prove To quit and quiet or sparkle softly, In the distant night. What would it pr......

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...no din less more pronounced upon your ear scallions separated blend to meet the stew when hearty hearts drink out the broth of fear and bury those with heavy hearts they knew long mornings sun ......

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...There’s a forest bizarre neither nearby nor far, full of sights somewhat scary to spook a soul wary. The deep, darkened jungle, I think you’ll agree is never a safe place for you or for me... ......

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...The Carcass The best part of the meal, the bones, the things others throw away. The wingtips, the neck, the gizzard, the lizard... a fowl needs to be cooked and stewed. A bit of broth, a ......

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...Perfection Is it hard to believe, that when I see you, I see perfection? A perfect sight would be to see #17 finally hoist up that Lombardi trophy, The sight of you is more perfect than that. ......

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...Spring rises and is reborn with a warm, glowing morning sun. May apples, marsh daisies, wild purple, yellow and white violets peek from the earth with round glossy greens and flowers. Wild ......

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...You can see him now, dirty as a horse that slipped in the mud, planting petunias with that infamous shamrock thumb (Irish from his Pop Appendage from his Mum) stopping every now - and ag......

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...The strong, potent garlic, browning in olive oil, fragrance throughout the house. Pasta soon would follow. As we entered the dining room we could smell the sweet fragrance of fresh basil, ......

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...Peter the Pumpkin went walking one night When Samantha the Squash strolled past Peter was smitten, it was love at first sight "Will you marry me now?" He asked They ran to Patch Hall like froli......

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...Another night I sit at the computer instead of dancing a fancy jig with a japanese fan or putting on the perfect shade of red lipstick and eating pastry encrusted crab cakes with buerre blanc and......

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...Window at the Abbey Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow, crows in the grass I cut with a scythe early this morn......

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...Autumn at the Abbey Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow, crows in the grass I cut with a scythe early this morn......

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...meat market and i'm standing like a flank steak everyone has preference to their cuts i'm tough until thoroughly marinated with gaelic garlic scandanavian scallions nice broth and throw ......

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...We polished life's little treasures underneath the cranky red dragon Fried noodles crispy and curled like our tongues when the world was a mix tape of our perfect songs We sat on green vinyl for......

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