#eggs
I've got a pair.
I keep 'em in my underwear:
Two eggs in a nest of hair.
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 7:01 PM UTC
pour A.V.
an invitation
en/in my arrondissement,
10021,
but I worry that you might grow whimsicallysad,
for York Ave., ain’t got non Parisien cafe au lait,
but tell me when and i tell you the where’s,
know a bistro/bakery were the croissants
and macaroons are close enuf to the land of their
Nativité (😉)
even les Eufs battus et cuits à la poête
are nuanced for discursive purposes…
of course their is always New Yawk pizza
(za)
in the event the withdrawal symptoms
are grandeur ..
mais je ne parley francais
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
but she'll crack a joke and it'll fry in the pan
yoke running suntans like we're not burnt
plan like we weren't drowning in tick marks
learnt that those sparks don't set us alight
snarks sizzle and kite our cheap cameras up
fight or flight, cock-ups stroll us over to both
makeup's made of oaths and expired lippies
and
growth was just memories we'd left behind
cities were left unsigned and roosters hum
spellbinds bit off crumbs of our holidays
sums done sideways with scrambled minds
haze of upturned blinds flip us sunny-side
rinds of orange chide us but our hats are gone
stride down, we egg on, sandals beg mercy
but
crayons colour sprees in glasses-off views
degrees weren't those corkscrew rollercoasters
drive-thru karaoke, poster bed fairy lights dim
toasters retorted, skim reading as shoes kick dust
limbs stiff, favour a cuss but don't do big talk
buses see less than walks, distance is a job
toolbox couldn't fix this throb.
so
maybe if we hadn't lit the fuse twice
it might not have fireworked so quick
but i'm glad we rolled that dice
getting summered was a cement
to those heat-blown bricks.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Demand-pull, cost-push, built-in
egg
eggflation for my troubled soul
Consumer price, producer price, house price
egg
eggflation for your fevered brow
Creeping, walking, running, hyper
egg
eggflation for our worried minds
Official, true, perceived and
egg
eggflation for these desperate times
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC
I can’t eat undercooked eggs with runny yolks,
Maybe that’s why I always end up frying them a little too much.
I can’t give only a little of myself to someone,
Maybe that’s why I end up losing all of myself to failed relationships.
But I can always learn.
To like runny yolks and give only as much as I get.
~Gunnika
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 9:47 AM UTC
E - Everyone
T - That
H - Has
E - Eggs
R - Really
E - Expended
A - A
L - Lot
.
.
A song for this:
bad idea! by girl in red [E]
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
~
2/7/25
<•>
the price of eggs is mundane,
controlled by supply and demand,
and the human need for
pleasure and pain,
delivered by merely breathing
what you are sensing
is a staple
that is unique and yet-ubiquitous,
entree always calculable
with math
With X being your financial
limitations, you can/cannot
afford
the pleasure or the pain
of eggs, especially the
Omega-3 Cage Free Vegetarian
Growth Hormone-Antibiotic
and Pesticides Free,
you so
Lazarus yearn to be free to buy,
but you’re free still
to buy and swallow the cheapest
eggs and still live another day
BUT THE PRICE OF POETRY!
Dear God, it’s beyond costly,
beyond mundane
it is pleasure and the pain,
in combination,
irreplaceable and un substitutable,
and happily
affordable and free
Incalculable and Unlimited
so unlike eggs
for I speak
of & to
your very soul
I would not die if I
never was to enjoy
an egg in any form ever;
but
*if I-would
never write nor read another
poem, even then, I still would not-die,
but if only, and yet,
one could, one must
at the very least*
live a life poetic
*seeing and appreciating
the mysterious in/of life
the simplest complexity
of a stolen kiss,
the inescapable high
of one more spectacle
of morning sunrise
and the mourning meaning
of an evenings sunset*
*the precise mathematics of life
that is imprecisely inherent in it all,
of all that is
inherent in out
be~ing
and all that is
with~in
& ab~out us,*
is recorded by our senses
preserved by memory
sometimes well, and sometimes not!
so we write to preserve it
better
in poems, music & paint
try to keep
the quantity of love and truth
given to us by family and friend,
in your heart+soul
but perhaps somethings
mathematically unmeasurable,
are harder to keep close by,
but this element of
the life poetic is corporeal
is measurable
determinate
effected
by the
*unlimited availability of the
poetic life you
can choose to live
and the words
in your possess
you
can choose too*
if
*one has
to keep it
closer still*
if you so choose to record it
with imperfect fallible
but yet useful
words
you live forever
<•>
(^And the muse is laughing at me,
She, giggling, saying
“you see why you rise up at 4:45 AM,
Only then can you see and love
and write of your poetic life!
and you willingly would die
when egged on to the beyond-you
on that day no longer do you ask
why, where when
and how”)
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 4:34 PM UTC
I came first
I keep a golden life within me
I am pale,
Cold
Yet I am delicate and may crack!
If I am broken
My treasure will be taken
It will sizzle
It will burn
My pale husk will be tossed aside
While my golden life is devoured
If only I was the chicken
Not the egg
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC
I’ll always remember the warm breaths of sunlight,
Dripping like honey over
Your mother’s dying plants in glass bottles on the windowsill
Of the kitchen where you wrapped your arms around my waist
My hand holding a silicone spatula, navigating
An egg on a pan. Sizzling, each hiss a whisper into
The room, telling us to hold on tighter to this moment.
I really don’t like eggs, I reasoned with you
You tell me these are perfect, that you
Make them just right. i wonder if you remember
Teaching me to cook them just over medium
The whites are cooked and the centre’s still soft
How do you flip an egg quick enough that it
Won't slip, but slow enough that the yolk won’t break.
How do you end a soul tie quick enough that
One of us won’t die, but slow enough that it won’t haunt me
It haunts me.
And i still make my eggs the same way,
no sunlight
Freckling our skin because i stand here alone
I still feel the phantoms of your hands on me, the scraping
Screeching noise of a metal spatula
The ghost of your cologne on my collar.
But I get it just right too. I can do it without you, and it’s better
I tell myself
But i know it’s not the same.
I wonder one day
When i meet someone who gets me just right
Who is better for me than you were
Will I make his eggs over medium? Or will my eyes dart
And fingers twitch
Searching for the best way to
Run away quick enough that
I won’t watch him cry, but slow enough that
He won’t haunt me
The same way you do.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 7:21 AM UTC
It's crazy how someone
Can come into your life
And crack you open,
Like an egg on the edge
Of the counter.
Everything that you thought was
Perfect,
Leaking out from the edges
Of what you knew.
You find out how much of yourself
Spreads out and fills the empty space
What you felt, what you feel.
The pain of change.
They love you fully,
Even the shell of who you were
Before they came in.
They whisk you around
And show you how beautiful life
Can truly be.
Their love, the salt and pepper,
Sprinkled across the fried edges
Of your soul.
It's crazy how someone can come
Into your life,
And you lie helpless on the skillet
Of their heart.
The most important thing to remember
Are the memories.
Loving them with everything you gave
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 6:43 PM UTC
Life, detour to death.
Yet when scrambled around, it’s
Death, detour to life.
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 10:19 PM UTC
Has shame dried
Cranberry bogs
On cotton
Have hormones peaked
Or have the eggs spoiled,
Turned rotten
Is there more to a woman
Than her ****** functions
Or will she do as she's told
And remain in her place
On the bottom
May 1, 2023
May 1, 2023 at 9:13 AM UTC
Reproduction is oocyting.
With beingness what it is.
From eggs we all develop
as does every animal that lives.
500 cardinal gambles tendered
for congress milt to meet, before
fecund moons by periods ended.
From family we are decended
but from eggs we all are rendered.
************ breaking it down **********
It’s about eggs. All amminals come from eggs, humans are animals
An oocyte is the original cell that divides to form an **** - I made it “oocyting” a play on exciting - reprodiction is exciting.
500 - a female baby is born with 500 eggs (all she will ever have)
cardinal = a number
gambles = a chance to reproduce.
tendered = given (in a womans life)
congress = ****** ***********
milt = *****
fecund = fertile.
moons (monthly)
period = when the current unfertalized egg is disposed of.
taa daaa!
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 11:38 AM UTC
Do you see me? I am running with the peacocks.
They are the Peahens protecting their eggs
and i a part of the harem mating. Forget
the beauty of our plumage -- we will **** anyone
who tries to get our eggs.
:: 11.16.2021 ::
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
Beginning like a little egg, soon to hatch into a butterfly
we search for the way of the butterfly,
starting from the lowest phase slowly reaching the skies.
Butterflies are like us, they cannot see the elegance in their wings,
but everyone else sees their glorious emergence
in the likeness of winter to spring.
Like a bridge connecting two energies,
one is water and the other is fire.
Both form a steam,
two in one are gathered to roam around,
with the sun above drowning them in a stream of unity.
Rainbow arises, butterflies absorb its colors
spreading its waves across in every life,
foaming the surface in flowers.
We search for the way of the butterfly
that reaches the dawn of another day.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
it was a cuckoo who flew the coup
took wing from his nest
off to push out eggs, like pee-pa
just another everyday coup d'etat
leopard leaping from his perch
pushing onward toward his prey
a small friend to no feline
trapped in a quick sand
left only to bay
you are these animals
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
Love makes us liars, but not in the traditional sense
Love makes us liars, but not how you think
The smell of eggs fills the air, she made you breakfast.
You don't like eggs that much, but you swallow with a smile
You comment they are delicious.
All the while the thought of the lie is making you tense,
Only for you to lose your sense,
as you wake up the next day,
with eggs on your plate.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
(smc)
You must be a mean
old queen-hen
laying on someone else's eggs
lactating your stolen eggs
and a beggar in the nest
that belongs to someone else.
L
O
L
~~~
Copy Rights Karijinbba.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
Blue constantly coats black
And black again to be smothered in more blue
How do you like your eggs in the morning?
I like mine with a black eye.
Boiled or fried?
I’m satisfied, as long as my honour is torn apart.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
you can only have one
box of eggs she said
but we have to make omelettes
for five
well you just can't have them
she reiterated
now cashiers are making
culinary decisions in my household
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
Are those my cream eggs?
Those look like mine.
Where did you find them?
I'm sure I had nine.
Are those my cream eggs?
They better not be.
Cos if they are,
You owe me!
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC