Short Spooned Poems

R-rich in flavour
a-appealing
i-ideal
s-spooned into recipe
i-ingredient natural necessary
n-nationally sweet...

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Corn flakes, sugar, plus syrup,
Boiled, mixed together,
Spooned out like cookies on sheet,
Cooling and setting,
Hard to wait for taste,
Sweet crunchy
Mine!...

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Innocent, fresh-faced girl, 
iris blooming in spring - 
illuminated soft
in dawn’s honey-spooned glow.
Impressionable soul
inspired by worlds unknown,
I, too, was once like you....

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Don’t leave
We’ll stay together
As the sun falls upon us
We’ll be one
Our bodies spooned, facing the sun
As we can teach it of heat
Hold me



Cameo syllable count is 2,5,7,3,8,7,2, unrhymed...

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Sweet potatoes boiled and mashed
Mixed with beaten eggs
Butter, salt and cinnamon
Whipped, spooned into pan
Pecans on top, bake
Fluffy smooth
Yum!


© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~4th Place~
Contest: Make Me Drool with Epulaeryu 
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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Life is a bag of jilly beans
Never in a separate bowl
Fruity, exquisite, spooned by Ian.

PiCk
and 
MiX

Crouching, the tiger 
amalgamated the prism of daL.

Floating, the petal
never arrived.

Dreaming, the tangerine peeled to reveal
a bun.

The fiddler: Dum digga dum.

Diggy diggy diggy dum.
And when the bag 'a' beans is empty,

PLLP....

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Pinned.

Your thoughts, are censored,
pinned in through your eyes.
Scrabbled words which fall
down your bitter throat
not out into the freedom,
outside your being, 
they poison you guts.
Because the brain that thought
cannot digest its own freedom,
of speech, so we wallow, and
swallow, wallow and swallow, 
spooned by Government , too death....

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We met in June, on a fine afternoon
Our hearts did swoon,under the full moon 
You said we'd meet soon, my heart was in tune
We were so attuned, in our sweet cocoon
Each day was our honeymoon, as we spooned
It was inopportune, love bloomed in June 

















Contest: Rhymers Delight- Internal Monorhyme
Sponsor:  John Hamilton...

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-that spider wouldn't hurt a fly
-ever thought a shadows touch has never felt
-The Spoon spooned with the dishiest dish of the suds bay
-i'm sorry and meant it
-im a side effect of sorrow
-how long will obsession stare from behind the leaves
-if the sun retires has it had its time in the sun
- y do we need the wh
-Bees would still be B's without the e's
-expanded should be longer...

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it's now the descending afternoon
of some cold February Sunday
I, on the couch, read my book
as lowered sun glints on its pages

my mind however is upon you
and I think how great t'would be
to be spooned together, here now
under covers, dressed up lightly

for me to put my hand upon you
feel you warm within my palm
and you, to turn unafraid and smile
wishing only that I go further on

© Goode Guy 2012-02-12...

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applaud your own
my words are stones
throwing bones
dusting thrones
leave me's alone
ha ha ha
voices through chalk
gawking like hawks
feathers on ponds
pawns release
two dollars
treat
meet meet
meat
of
the
vegetarian root
straw with soot
hollow toed foot
bopped a popped
puffing a spooned dropped
dripping from meaningful
landing in worded handfuls
just a mirage for clones
applaude your own
?...

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DENTED CAN

kicking it down
an old dusty road
mind chasing dogs

a type of relay race
legs release, next guy
kicks the bone

no wonder of what
sup was spooned
nor if a homeless man

kicked the can
did the dent do him in
were the vittles spoilt

man’s worst abuse
human, beast or
aluminum can

a drunk picks it up
toothless, smiles
crushing it

against his skull
the derelicts say
“aw, you ruined it”

1/3/2018...

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Tepid water from the bathroom tap
Washes my face with a flanneled slap
The water trickles between my fingers
My reflection in the mirror now lingers
Whilst I study the dampened brow
My face portrays the years unbowed

The morning’s call a morning news show
Tells me a lot more than I want to know
Microwaved wheat- bix and milk spooned
As I ponder the morning’s gloom
No anticipation of the coming day
Just a routine hum-drum not delayed.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Chocolate, 
it's been a rocky road
deliciously swirled 
in mouth
a delectable treat
quickly melting within the heat 

a bite teased, aimed to please
more than sex appealed
WHIPPED creamed 
caramel covered 

BANANAS

shimmering glass beads
spooned and licked clean
in the moonlight
a midnight dance
cumulating into the kitchen

the night young 
as we

indulging
overwhelming the senses
our needs

it's more than just vanilla 
to me...

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As death embraced my whole being
Shrouded in burgundy taffeta
Her arms forceful
Embraced me
So as we spooned
I could not turn to see her lace shrouded
Face

She whispered
In Victorian tongue
Just loud enough to menace
Yet no matter how intensely I listened
Not one word
Made
Sense

I tried to respond
Or scream
Or raise
But my living soul stood still and silent
We swooned
Noir skies
Still
Laid out
And wrestled silent screams
And finally she softened her hold
And allowed me to leave
Our dream...

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