Short Avocado Poems
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A barbequed jerk chicken
Saltfish and okra
Snapper & avocado
Fruit & rum cake with
Coconut ice-cream
Steel drium high
Fry!
Avocado mashed with lime
hot chilli sauce and
coriander chopped fine,
red onion diced
green tomoato sliced
seasoned to
Taste !
Don't leave lovers to tomorrow
Let these moments speak of your affection
Your wish to show until you visit avocado
May be too late an amelioration
They say it's French
but it feels more Machismo to me.
You know, that firm lushness
creamy smooth smushiness
moist but not too much
to whet appetite
for more
avocado.
"Mom, this Mango is not
moist or as orange as
Michaels, it's yucky green
moldy, this is moldy."
"Mary, are you certain?"
"Maybe, let me look, oh;
mine's an Avocado!"
Fish
Garlic
Paprika
Salt
Black pepper
Rosemary
Olive oil
Carrot
Purple onion
Hot red pepper
Butter
Zucchini
Basil
Avocado
4 eggs
White or Parmesan cheese.
Avocados are the latest craze right now
Is it marketing or taste that makes us go wow
Wanting to chow down
In tune with the town
But from this day forward my taste buds say ciao
Choices, choices
Potato, tomato
Taquito, burrito
Frito, nacho
What a person to do?
I think I have one each night
until I no longer have choices
then I stop eating?
Heck, no
start over
Avocado, mango...
A nut-brown squirrel wore his smile in a curl,
such a clever one was he.
He ate nuts and fruit in his nut-brown suit
in my avocado tree.
He gave me such lip, and never did tip,
and ate my harvest for free.
Ajar, two halves of pita -
spread avocado,
crushed with peppers, cilantro,
cumin, garlic, lime.
Add sliced tomatoes
and feta.
Mwah!
9/30/2022
*mwah - sound of a kiss coming off thumb, index and middle finger
I'm cool, refreshing and I'm green
My lizardlike skin keeps my heart unseen
You can cut me in half
Or mix up my guts-
Spread me around, it does'nt matter that much-
Cuz I'm cool, refreshing and green;
And you love me!
Ms. Muffet's back, eating different meals,
stepping on spiders with stiletto heels.
No longer eating curds and whey,
forsaking tuffets as a place to stay,
she splits her time on either coast,
dining smartly on avocado toast.
A cup of dainty daisies
A whiff of lilacs' scent
A dish of vanilla-lace lilies
Winter's flavors are spent
A lick of lemony sunshine
A saucer of avocado herb
A spread of ruby-red roses
Summer's temptations, superb
All of the fats are bad
Advocates of health said
Avoid them at all times
Axe down butter and cream
And then they found this fruit
Abound with fat that’s good
Adds cream to my dry food
Written on:08/09/2016
Contest:Pleiades by Kim Merryman
Again another desperado
showed his true color in Colorado.
Could this be a macro effect of tobacco?
Lord help U.S in the heart of Colorado
Which has lost every art of a commando.
This hit wasn't like a tornado
But like an inferno
A sincere bravado.
Avocado will you grow again?
Oh please be kind friendly chef,
not a menu I have ever met;
Sneaky little salmon,
meal ruined with abandon;
There’s absolutely nothing left;
Tasty avocado crunch,
seeking a vegetarian lunch;
Sneaky little salmon,
meal ruined with abandon;
Not part of my diet, sucker punch.
Caper with asparagus porridge,
accompanies fake ravioli
with supreme sweet eggplant ...
All sipped with a porto wine
of passion fruit ....
Hawaii vermicelli,
rubbing mussels
bread crumbs
crowded larva sections
inside peanut crumbs
portuguese cognac within
and pineapple with avocado
al juice
My former life was so simple...
Just an avocado flavored ice cream
to fulfill my life complete...
In simple life I happily roamed the city,
and on these tours, one day everything changed...
Everything has changed since the day I found
an Lp record freewheeling Bob Dylan... !
I was never the same again...!
I am mother goddess warrior
protector of the sacred Nisqually water
and the people of this land
I am native crow
I am also avocado
nice to eat and soft
soft to my seed and thick skinned
or is it thin? I don't know
all the time I
shed my skin
feel sweet and feed something
and then regrow
I am an avocado crow
Vulcan!
O ye, Fire God,
Begone!
Leave our golden land,
this avocado place,
where orange poppies ignite the springtime hills!
We scream out to Chaac,
our Mayan friend,
to bring it on,
his axe made of bullet proof lighting,
to make rain today,
colliding with burning clouds of ash,
that falls on our city
like bogus snow.
o man amen club soda you taste good at two in the morning
i am going back to my dreams and tomorrow earl gray
or I'll switch to coffee with toast
all my life I twirled a question and so I peel a banana
and squeeze an avocado good night after a pee
looking for flip flop where are my sandals or sundial
as not einstein I have an accent
two wily willing avocado boys
dressed in costume, making lots of noise
danced a ring around my sister
she knows them well, calls one mister
first cousins, known as the two Roys
I saw them from a mile away
these two crazy jokers love to play
did not even roll my eyes
their antics now no big surprise
their costumes funny, green and gay
Scooping out avocado
slathering it all over the lettuce
mixing in some beans
adding some chopped eggs, then dressing
Getting creative
I've never made a salad like this
I hope it tastes good
like something made for Thanksgiving
Putting together
whatever I have that's available
feels like playing
little Play-Doh artist in the kitchen
SKB
Green
the cover at the garden,
leaves on a bowl for a stew,
avocado swaying up on a tree,
the voice of Wangari Maathai.
water running down the stream,
birds singing there melodious songs.
cold porridge on summer,
squishy cough drops,
Grandma's heavy cassava soup.
rolling cheeks due to joy,
penetrating radiant rays of sun
the atmosphere around the forest
Green can cool your day.
Every bean that I addressed
solemnly pledged to do his best
for the great burrito.
By God, I told them, they were blessed,
that they were better than the rest,
and sliced an avocado.
I poured them into a pot, inside,
and boiled them until they cried,
declaring them finito.
I played a bugle and I sighed,
"how sad that they had died",
and gorged on my burrito.