Tinned Poems - Poems about Tinned

...The Grocer and Dreamer The local grocer calls his shop The best supermarket in town Although his shop is small He has big dreams, sells jam tinned beans, bananas, lemon and chocolate cakes H......

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...Masqueraders The YTC & Praise Disguised in their ways They came gnawing At the peace of my heart Leaving nothing But a charade of turmoil... Imposters to my mind Masked in garbs of shame......

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...Sardines in olive oil A shop in Lisbon exclusively sold sardines this interested me since my Norwegian mother had worked at a factory selling tinned sardines I asked if they had sardines from ......

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...Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania - keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay, this stupid non huge poem deployed cou......

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...A definite bonehead moment since revised when das scribe made laughing stock of himself (circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem December twenty eighth, 2022). A retrospective account revisited court......

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...A lot of really big trees had died to make that desk. His mother had probably gnawed them down, used her nails to saw the boards, and finished the decorative cutwork with her tongue. ......

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...How glue me: On lacking sticktoitiveness Most of my iv + Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically, emotionally, psychologically, sexually, socially...) adrift, and m......

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...When I grew up there was no such thing as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't even been inverted yet Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the dinning room table for evening meals and parent......

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...My cousin’s just earned his degree He majored in fartology Now he can impart What foods make me fart He’s obsessed by scatology I confessed that beans give me wind (It matters n......

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...Take a pot, heat it hot. Scratch it dry. Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits. Check the sides as well. Sniff the seance of conjured smells. Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas. OK, now, dr......

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...The grocery/ wineshop Once when he lived in Faro (Portugal) and walking about he came across a grocer shop that was new in 1950. As window display a packet of washing powder, fossilized the na......

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...The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds and too gentle zephyr of mortality. I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds. My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds buffe......

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...VIRUS There’s a billion ways to die and those privileged enough to focus on one. Slow down human race, there’s nowhere to run. A lesson to be learnt for those who believed life was successful ......

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...TO THE TUNE OF IT WAS ON A MONDAY MORNING WHEN THE GAS MAN CAME TO CALL It was on a Monday morning I went to the shopping mall Folk filled huge trolleys sky high, to ensure they go......

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...“Only in his hometown and in his own household is a prophet without honor.” Matthew 13:57 Sometimes, when I go shopping, I meet a strange woman. Barefoot, dressed only in a garland of ......

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