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Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
Wash it with love
Rinch it with love
Chop it with love
Heat it with love
Stir it with love
Serve it with love

It's your turn
Waiting fellow to
Smell it with love
Taste it with love
Praise it with love

Do anything
With love
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Culinary Art
Susan N Aassahde Oct 2020
glass humus drake
falcon dray
fossil zig hurray
Senadaim Oct 2020
It’s the little things that really catch you unprepared

She had lipstick on her front tooth

I found it to be love for me that I wasn’t allowed to witness

I should have told her but it became my secret

A treasure I will take with me to the beyond

I couldn’t help but smile every time she talked, a small pink would peak out on that canvas of white

Loud trains, walking shoppers and endless white noise

Yet all I could focus on was that millennial pink that I didn’t deserve

The greatest layer of color I will ever witness

A clumsy mistake but with what intentions?

The color won’t reveal its secrets

but it left a smile on my face
Zyxia Oct 2020
What's in a name?
I know, that question's passé and lame
But, really, what is in a name?
Zucchini and courgette, are they not the same?
What's in this fruit's call to fame?
What's in a name?
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
Laughter is the
Languages
Of the soul
Dreams are junk
Food for the mind
Delicious
Nightmares
Are like a meat
Or protein shake
Taste bad
But won't **** you
Just makes your soul stronger
Kelsey Banerjee Sep 2020
The List:
carrot, eggplant, arbi,
capsicum, green peas -
press one for more options -
apples, new list apps
applesauce and ketchup
not Heinz but the cheaper one,
a new pressure cooker because the whistle doesn’t work
And with each tweak it tizzles out more,
theek nahi hai, yaar  
no matter how many times you take it in,
it’s just jugaad again,
a permanent temporary fix,
so we need a new one, stainless
steel and big, bara
to cook all of your dreams.
grand total rages against your wallet,
paper thin but it’s digital,
anyway,
your eyes glaze, blaze
as the bag boy, too tired, too hassled,
too underpaid squishes the eggs
beneath the cooker
the shells quake in your eardrums
the smell of something rotten
beneath all those discounts.
BTW, I've now put my poetry book on more platforms and in print. Check it out here: http://kelseybanerjee.com/shy-anger-poetry-collection/
Kelsey Banerjee Sep 2020
snow never comes early down south
if luck kisses our brow maybe
an inch near the Epiphany
those days we huddle near the windows
wrapped in wool and hot cocoa
baklava bleeding honey, our eyes
nailed to the fences watching cardinals
red wings flapping like poinsettia petals
a warm breath on a chilled grey sky.
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