Short Poach Poems
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Appendages whirr
Unto vascular poach
Accelerando poco a poco
Perpetually duo
Maximum roil
Duo diptera
Electrica!
Tiny furry feet
Skinny long legged
Encircle
Flies also make love
SO WHAT!!!
Form:
Toast and jam
Sausage, ham
Cap mushrooms
Red legumes
Tomatoes
Potatoes
Eggs to try
Poach or fry
Breakfast tea
All for me
Tummy full
Last mouthful
Happy tum
Yum, yum, yum!
Day dismal
Pink bismol
I'm like a SEAL team commando
After several cups of espresso
I like to dive bomb
With great aplomb
A gyrfalcon? I think so
To poach me is illegal
My name evokes the regal
I reach astonishing speed
When I'm ready to feed
You can call me a golden eagle
Meeni slept in bed with a big brown cockroach
“It’s an adulatory, ", I went to broach
She growled like panther
"I love Mr. Gunther”
"Dad,go and bum around Miss Apricot Poach”
A DIABOLICAL CRISIS
Rhino, rhino, rhino,
Encroach, encroach, encroach,
Approach, approach, approach,
Poach, poach, poach!
Lion, lion, lion,
Die, die, die,
Why, why, why,
Cry, cry, cry!
Elephants, elephants, elephants
Fear, fear, fear,
Near, near, near,
Tear, tear, tear!
These 3 animals are killed for financial gain,
Let all the world hear so sanity will reign!
I don’t know where it goes to or piles up
but grief is a large storage corrupting moments
of soft arousal: the body fails the mind
the screaming in the head and the grunt around
continue the night’s drunken flow
into the morning’s miserable brush
with the wheel’s slant truth and slangs
I poach in poetry to bare the sermons
lost in nostalgia or
insomnia of prayers
--R K Singh
Fish madam?
Price Edwards a Welsh man taught me how to poach eggs fish and rabbits
The recipe for poached eggs is universal
Poached perch is.....Take fillets and cheeks saute in butter with a dash of mead
Poached trout........Wrap in aluminum foil with herbs.. throw in small fire
Poached rabbit.....Debone saute in olive oiland butter...add mushrooms and leek
Poached venison I’ve never tried
My phone a private gadget
Sweetheart-
My dress a private garment
Sweetheart-
My weave a private attire
Sweetheart-
My Sop a private program
My roam private trekking
Dear-
My wallet a poach in heart
Lover-
My calls meetings in camera
Baby-
My texts unpublished docs
My utmost toast -
All of this belongs to you
Except what I've said not
This wrist dear you for
This private your public lot
Sweetheart-
I love you a lot
Mornings are littered
with gnawed husks,
charred mouse-tails.
March is burning its strew.
The limbless
braid a thawing earth
into knotty threads.
On wet lines flannel shirts
poach in a warming smaze.
while gust-hogs
still attack the hedgerows.
In coddled kitchens
muggy boiled cabbages
envelope
a pottage of sky.
Stubby snuffles
herald undertows
of new marrow.
April paddles in
with wet crumbs
and buttercups.
I can't sleep
'Cause of my choice
To rejoice in this cyber world.
In which my mind is preoccupied.
Sleepless yet not fearless...
Nightly terrors in the faces
I call shadows...
They once were approaching me,
Trying to poach me
In my only place I feel most safe.
I can't sleep 'cause of this passion
And these frightening dreams....
Seems fine that I'm awake,
But if any longer
My mind will lead me
To a more dangerous bind...
I can't sleep.
Sure-footed on rugged hill
Likes life on mountain range
Rolling grassland fits the bill
Short horns reveal their age
Ovines in endangered stage
Males change from Brown, grey to black
Deft climbers blend with rock
Bristly manes, white saddleback
Female has agile walk
Dusky females never baulk
Feeds on various grass, leaves
Spots danger to snort, run
Predators - tigers, dholes, wolves
Humans poach, shoot for fun
Human deeds have their life done