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indignant breakfast

me wus , i profess, perfectly happy

as bread

but instead me gets sliced and stuffed

under a red hot grill til i’m toast!

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wusn’t it ‘nuff me got pummeled ‘n punched

when me wus just a bit of dough

— me didn’t need that!

and unceremoniously shoved in an oven

— me actually loved that!

i rise under torture a beaut!

but toast?!

an insult

even if some like it hot, up to a point, me don’t

aaargh, nearly burnt

meeeeee!

ahhhhh, smooth sooth meeee

with butter and jam

wham!

what’s this…?

teeth! struth!

i can’t believe it!

what new hell is……

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not a haiku

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NaPoWriMo day 20 prompt

write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?

breakfast love

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like a river i hold close in my arms, my body

your run through me — a quiver

of arrows and slings stroke my limbs, my mind

like stars plucked for your eyes to startle me

a name stammered and chimed — a sound

surrounds — a kind of grace escapes

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i’ve lain down in moonlit thoughts of you

awoke to the sun of your skin and fingers

taunting the morning with stolen scents —

of your breath as breakfast, love

of murmurs of bees stirring my hair

a dapple of flowers gathering

over a slither of summer heather

over darkened hills, a moan, a chill

a gasp of lemon-dazzle glints blackening

the shiny stones of you blinding

me to other

worlds

other landscapes

other loves

drowned out

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this is my sorrow, my secret, my dove

the rain in my mouth announces it

no other

hears it

as happiness

swallows

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not a haiku

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NapoWriMo day 10 :- write a love poem

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