Short Wooden Spoon Poems
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wielded wooden spoon
laughing kids ran like crazy~
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I'd like to speak romantically of spooning and mooning but, alas,
My childhood inspired a thought much more vivid and, well, crass.
As a rule-breaker I oft had a wooden spoon applied forcefully to my bare white moon (ass!)
Cook the green beans
As you always do
When ready drain the water
Add a little oil then heat up
For a minute can add garlic
Crack and egg into the beans
With a wooden spoon mix together
Until egg is mixed all through
Now serve with the meal
This vegetable with egg can
Be served with every meal.
The earth is beneath me
The turmoil is like volcanos
The challenge is like an ocean
The floods are coming
The mirror has cracked
The piece is like a petal
The stem is like a wooden spoon
The man has arrived
The universe is the core of existence
The star is like entangled roots
The planent is like a sweet and sour grapes
The prophecy has come true
There will come a cast iron rain
in brown paper sackfuls
carried by frail, dark men
who never share your eye.
And when that day comes,
the skies will tremble,
smiling into hairline cracks
at the seams, awaiting
the drum of an enormous
wooden spoon, old
as Grandfather Mountain
and nimble as time
leaping like a cut-glass trout
in your still, hazel stream.
Antidote of officialdom dew. Wow. Amazing. Little the latter and a speckled view answers. Hath he had been. No curds
hahahaha and now they were in a meeting
gone gone gone. Good. Hahahaha and a sw pop round. Hahahaha and now the wooden spoon and the other day and night is good with the omitted results included in. Hahahaha zzzxx culmination creating crests! Rather fascinating it is. *** hahahaha
Form:
How Would You
Define Love?
On Copper Kettle Dreams
Reflected In A Frozen Summer
Dancing On A Wooden Spoon.
How Would YOU Define It Now?
On Whisps Of Fragrent
Smothering Blooms Delivering
Solace To Stormy Seas?
How Would You Consume Love?
In Laughing Puddles Cold
And Careless, Waving Mercilessly...
Waving Back..
How Would You Ataack With
Love Right Back?
-Gray Squirrel
11-23-2025
My Love
How do you expect me to survive
For I am thirsty of your saliva that I deeply suck from the walls of your lips.
While pumping mine from the hills of my chest
I'm trembling for my stomach is starving
The feeling of your hard wooden spoon feeding my mouth down the valley,
Gives energy to my legs and power to my heart.
Believing one day you will feed my mouth and satisfy my stomach and I shall never want to eat again.
One part sugar, three parts fruits
One part zest
Pasticcio: a good blend, finesse
Outside
A Nightingale sings a sweet song
For its chicks still in the nest
Her toddler holds a wooden spoon
Ornate
A fine purchase
"Look"
She points
At the empty jars
On the window pane
One day
Her toddler will fly the nest
Like feathering chicks of the mother nightingale
Wide horizons awaits her
Now
They will mix the jam
For Jam Jar Tombola
Yasemin Balandi