"korma" poems
You. You engulfe me. Over and over and over.
Relentless. Little weapon. Poxy.
Maureen of Blackpool. Readers' Wife of the Year 1988. Wife of the Year. 100% correct.
Goodbye sweet princess. The 4 in 1 will no longer taste of pure Korma. But
Jalfrezi
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
It was stepping into the Afterlife
With extraterrestrial angels
Singing the chorus of My Sweet Lord
In otherworldly harmonic unison
As George Harrison embraced me
Open arms, his face transforming
Between his and Jesus Christ's
And mind you, not the one you know
But the true Middle Easterner
Most Christians tend to forget
It was a segue into a golden palace
Where Krishna showered me
With korma flavored karma
For all deeds gone unnoticed
In a life of ego and suffering
It was a most revealing of times
It was a feeling of fearful dread
When Muhammad appeared
Before he gently let me know
Misrepresentation by extremism
Had plagued his holy message
And to just live for your neighbor
It was inside a bamboo house
That was set on a tropical land
I went in to simply find peace
And saw a golden glowing man
Meditate a couple feet in the air
With one eye open, he said
"I could **** you with one thought
Conversely, you could too
However, we sit in peace
And there is great power in that"
It was all the same
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
I took this girl on a date to the Purple Pakora,
Lil did I know how much this girl would order,
I met her on tinder-loo, she orderd a vinderloo madras and a korma
What the actual tandoori duck ?? how many animals does this ***** wanna slaughter?
I'm already thinking **** how much they gonna charge me,
When she puts an order in for another 12 oinion bhaji
I could stop what was going on,
Next thing I know she wants a side order of poppadom with extra ******* yogurt on
Then she looks me in the eye an says " shall we get a starter coz I absolutely love a chiken tika masala
Holy **** **** god dam!!!
Now to wants to try each different flavor of naan
10 cocktails that didn't even touch the ******* coaster,
Then she goes " I'm on a diet. So I'll just have 1 vegetable samosa
Burn a hole in my pocket the size of the equator,
And she didn't forget to tell me to tip the ****** waiter
After we left this girl wants to party
She goes I'll come with you if you get some charlie
All I got to eat was her sunbed barbecued punnani, and that ******* tasted like a gone off seafood biriani,,
BEWARE!!!!
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
are gangs decent ? 06.07.18
being set up like a kipper
some one not sure of slang
press gang disappearing like a stripper
one in and out to watch self hang.
going to stand
innocence protest
even if poetry they miss understand
comprehension is what is this contest.
some one has a bee in bonnet
the power to misinterpret will twist
made my peace with old bills love sonnet
writing did prevent own slash of wrist.
lost in the village
even forums no longer town and country club
editor has no walking mileage
hes avoiding preparing field day grub.
eased off are informers
gone is carol smillie
this is now spicy not normal korma s
poetry you now dip and go down like a new style-ee.
stick together and paint
the proof is poetry logged most recent
reading this and headlines will faint
whats happening are gangs are no longer decent.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC