"ziti" poems - Hello Poetry

This delicious dish! So full of wonder and taste. Layers of sauce, cheese, onions with grounded beef and penne. A stroll by the kitchen is a heavenly moment. The smell of it baking, Oh, the anticipation swells within me! One long sniff can inspire great dreams, and one bite, can cure the misery of a cold dreary day.

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC

bigriel

The ziti cure

This delicious dish! So full of wonder and taste. Layers of sauce, cheese, onions with grounded beef and penne. A stroll by the kitchen is a heavenly moment. The smell of it baking, Oh, the anticipation swells within me! One long sniff can inspire great dreams, and one bite, can cure the misery of a cold dreary day.

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**** it, imma go to the store and get a few more beers and some marlboros im stumbling all over the place making circles in the hardwood with my feet and swing doors in the air closed with spaghetti in my veins, but imma make it, imma shut that ******* dog up too, keeps barking, shut the **** UP. "That's Rob's dog," Elcie says, spit ripples at the corners of her mouth, and some baked ziti is rumored to be in the toilet. That ******* thing is getting six 60 milogram perky sets in his morning kibble, right after I puke some more baked ziti and wodka.

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Feb 25, 2012

Feb 25, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC

Waverly

**** It, imma go to the store.

**** it, imma go to the store and get a few more beers and some marlboros im stumbling all over the place making circles in the hardwood with my feet and swing doors in the air closed with spaghetti in my veins, but imma make it, imma shut that ******* dog up too, keeps barking, shut the **** UP. "That's Rob's dog," Elcie says, spit ripples at the corners of her mouth, and some baked ziti is rumored to be in the toilet. That ******* thing is getting six 60 milogram perky sets in his morning kibble, right after I puke some more baked ziti and wodka.

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when you go through something trying all the good guys and do-gooders flock to you. they wring metaphorical hands and ask if there's anything they can do, like some baked ziti or wadded handkerchief will caulk your cracks. then an acceptable timetable for healing goes by and they lay pity eyes on you give you that how're you doing honey smile, but their baked ziti didn't serve as the salve they'd hoped and you're crumbling fast and maybe that pity smile is your solution so you tell them. you tell them how many times you count the cracks in your ceiling before falling asleep (27) you tell them how many glasses of wine it takes to feel decent again (at least 4) you tell them how many hours it's been since you last ate (56) and they wish you ate the ******* ziti and blew your nose in damp handkerchiefs because an acceptable amount of time has passed and you should be healed by now, but what they don't know is your timetable is inverted and you work in wrong-way highways. they don't know that time is scar tissue much more delicate than the lock-box you've put him and all the things he did in, and each second chips away at that box and the essence of him is seeping out like acid that melts through all your barriers. the good guys and do-gooders don't want to open your broken-heart bank and let all the bees out. they want you to eat the ziti and say thank you like it actually fixed something.

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Mar 3, 2017

Mar 3, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC

anna-skinner

your baked ziti let the bees out

when you go through something trying all the good guys and do-gooders flock to you. they wring metaphorical hands and ask if there's anything they can do, like some baked ziti or wadded handkerchief will caulk your cracks. then an acceptable timetable for healing goes by and they lay pity eyes on you give you that how're you doing honey smile, but their baked ziti didn't serve as the salve they'd hoped and you're crumbling fast and maybe that pity smile is your solution so you tell them. you tell them how many times you count the cracks in your ceiling before falling asleep (27) you tell them how many glasses of wine it takes to feel decent again (at least 4) you tell them how many hours it's been since you last ate (56) and they wish you ate the ******* ziti and blew your nose in damp handkerchiefs because an acceptable amount of time has passed and you should be healed by now, but what they don't know is your timetable is inverted and you work in wrong-way highways. they don't know that time is scar tissue much more delicate than the lock-box you've put him and all the things he did in, and each second chips away at that box and the essence of him is seeping out like acid that melts through all your barriers. the good guys and do-gooders don't want to open your broken-heart bank and let all the bees out. they want you to eat the ziti and say thank you like it actually fixed something.

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Turkey, stuffing Mac and cheese Ziti, mussels collard greens Cran sauce, ham hocks Candied yams Brisket, corn bread Sizzling lamb Stuffed shells, Sausage Yellow rice Chicken, mash potatoes Pumpkin pies All the food I had on my plate Blessed and thankful that I ate Knowing others don't have the same But we shared, the needy came Ate with us as own our kin There was where new friendships begin Giving back makes all feel good Serving to our neighborhood In our home, you're invited in We pass the plate with you as kin

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

jay-8

Sharing Thanksgiving

Turkey, stuffing Mac and cheese Ziti, mussels collard greens Cran sauce, ham hocks Candied yams Brisket, corn bread Sizzling lamb Stuffed shells, Sausage Yellow rice Chicken, mash potatoes Pumpkin pies All the food I had on my plate Blessed and thankful that I ate Knowing others don't have the same But we shared, the needy came Ate with us as own our kin There was where new friendships begin Giving back makes all feel good Serving to our neighborhood In our home, you're invited in We pass the plate with you as kin

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