Spoonfuls Poems - Poems about Spoonfuls

...Golden nectar from the bees Swirling on my toast Spoonfuls in our tea party Taste buds wanting more Back to the beehive May we please? More! ......

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...The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris I led a boring life. The end. All joking aside, now the epilogue. As a bookish fellow born Januar......

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...Pearl rapids steam cascade haunting canvass a red dawn smoulder to prise sluggish eyelids of zestful bright mood riser who gulps in rapt awestruck spoonfuls of mosaic zone enthralled......

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...Quietly waiting at the table legs swinging… Then, Aunty Jean brings in green soup. Mother-glares at me, sister-stares with me at the cold green soup. Is it medicine, pond slime, mushed......

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... I never used to drink sweet tea, and neither did I drink coffee. The one drink that my mother made was the 60’s stand-by, sugar water called Kool-aid. I never liked it much; I wanted pop instea......

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... "Tour of Duty" go forth and conquer go forth and multiply we are taught like good little madams, it’s fed to us right (not left) from the get go down our throats, ......

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... "Deliverance" The Road leads us down cause ways in our worst dreams we never dreamt once the course set there is no turning back detours buy us some time for a......

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...‘Twas the night before Christmas and I didn’t care; I had dozens of latkes I had to prepare. The menorah was ready, with candles to light, Waiting there by the window, a wonderful sight. The pr......

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...The growl in my stomach is depressing It can’t come from hunger, I eat plenty, Fear of passing gas in public is stressing I haven’t felt this way since I was twenty. Gulping prescribed antacids......

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...Dreaming of creamsicle vanilla and orange swirls My tongue is swimming, diving into the delectable spoonfuls of tangoing flavors of joy-bursting “ahh.” Better yet - creamsicle milk......

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... “Barking Up the Wrong Tree” ghost gums shed their bark the min-min makes good use of it papyrus, soft enough to imprint and write thoughts, like the ripening welt......

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...I'd want to grow old with you Watch you have grey hair day by day See you forget to put your make up on Cause you fine with how you aging I'd want to see you fall asleep As we watch our favou......

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...Let me tell you a story Many years ago I bought a puppy Displayed at the street corner for sale Caged alone under the sun, hungry and frail. When the street vendor handed him to me He ......

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...walled isolation when a relationship hits hurdles gripped by the unfamiliar a stillness that caves in on us our small spoonfuls of conversation lack direction closed pod......

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...how do you do it? bring out the inner child of mine, that is. could it be the tapestry of divine magic you weave to keep him forever young?...

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