Starchy Poems - Poems about Starchy

... Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escala......

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...Torrid sunshine blisters reign on pavement, that colour coded coffee stain slipway, bearer of insole-laden footwear, open source channel for glib hot air calculus from starchy social climber, sto......

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...I see it in cubes cast And chiefly featuring in breakfast; In Bread and cake harboured And in plantains and cereals honoured… Also in my tea that would gullets pass through, Its presence in oa......

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...guileless in my green days i climbed to the tip of my toes to hear a tree and the wind clap a rat-a-tat code outside my casement window i was a follower then of minuscule choirs small voices no......

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...Sunday was patent leather shoes, white anklets with lace Starchy petticoats, flouncy lavender dresses with huge bows in the back. Sunday was Sunday School, where everyone in the church knew us. Si......

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...She whispered in my ear of neon lights, my mother,celebrated actress, waning star in sick bay, zany bird nest hairstyle on display, lock and tress erect, skin-fold ripple eggshell pallor, moth......

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...There once was a man named Archie Definitely not so starchy Ridicule his best gift Supremacy his lift An upper hand controlled Archie Bunker was his family name Superiority his ga......

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...The record plays - sounds of love; words that touch the heart. I reach for you with all my being and, finding I still cannot touch you I sit down to cover paper with my song to you. ......

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...Smooth, yet flawed. Tiny tears upon a mesmerizing palette; like miniature beads sewn together by an experienced hand caressing its surface the perfection unreal. Yet time goes on ag......

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...Everything Must be Filled Cavalaire-sur-Mer, June 1945 We lay on the rough sandy oval rug, A sign outside our window with an electric arrow Pointed through the w......

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...The couch I lay here on the couch Springs pierce my spine My neck bent An unnatural angle My cold feet try to find warmth In the crevices There are only crumbs and coins Coins and crumbs ......

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...Those breasts are a granary of life they are silos for the thin times they are feeding gourds for the fragile there are vitamins in them there are proteins in them there are starchy foods in the......

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...Tips slide on smeared plastic A decision is mulled With a mantra of “Ah” A muscle curls on lips A ritual is completed A summoning has been made A Wizard scribes a spell And stabs a wand int......

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...The mill house filled with oats, kept the mice in feeding heaven, the cat was gaining weight, his daily mouse intake was seven, the farmer’s daughter fed the horses oats and fresh picked barley, ......

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...You tell me all the time That you are fat and ugly. That you aren't good at anything. That you are the biggest jerk. You tell me that your hair looks bad, That your jackets is too ragged. ......

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