Potato
My love is a potato
Crude with piggy black eyes
Slit in the side and soiled by sod
My love is the rough handled skin
That follows the relentless storm
The tempestous waves
That raged and rent its first soft form
My love is a potato
The first and almost last known outcast
In a jungle school
His head was wedged like a spud
Mounted on a sinew of neck and bristle
His face sunken into flesh
His eyes two dark slits of piggy black lust
That lit up like a fool
I left him standing at the gate, after school!
My love is a potato after the mash and the kill
And the spill of the innocent milk of the martyr
The final slab of the butter
My love is a potato
Not quite a heart
Battered down
And worn
But after the storm
A sweetness and softening
And love is born!
yvette smith march 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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The 'Potato' Poem
I love potatoes chopped up into chunky chips.
I love spicy potato wedges, served up with dips.
I love potato slices which have been fried in a pan:
Of sautéed potatoes, I am the world's biggest fan.
I love potatoes which have been pummelled and bashed
With butter and milk to make a real light, fluffy mash.
Jacket potatoes, I find a bit dry, but with a nice filling
Such as chilli, to give them a try, I am more willing.
With breakfast, I love hash browns or potato cakes,
And I love potatoes mixed up with leeks in a bake.
Crispy, golden potatoes, served up with Sunday roast
Are among the kinds of potato which I love the most.
Mixed in soups and casseroles, I love potatoes diced.
On top on minced beef hotpot, I love potatoes sliced.
Fluffy potato stuffed inside a crispy potato croquette
Is also rather nice, and, for me, it is another safe bet.
I love potatoes cut into crisps: the slices, wafer thin,
And, as a starter, I simply love loaded potato skins:
I do adore a delicious dish of Bombay potato curry:
For me, it is a taste which I won't forget in a hurry.
I like potatoes diced up with creamy mayonnaise,
Served up with salad on really hot summer days.
But I don't like potatoes which have been boiled:
From potatoes, cooked this way, in horror, I recoil.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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One Potato
One potato, two potato
three potato four.
We need some potatoes
to help feed the poor.
Too many hungry babes
are being born today.
When their mother's milk runs dry
they'll have to find a way
to keep their bellies full.
No time for play.
One potato, two potato,
three potato, four.
You say into each life
a little rain must pour?
I say the rain's that's falling
are tears from the eyes
that run down children's faces
from hunger pains and cries
that elude the ears of rich ones
that never ever buys
potatoes for them all.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Meat And Potato Man
meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what i am,
A meat and potato man
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Meat & Potato Man
Meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what I am,
A meat and potato man
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Do You Love Me
(gordy jr)
You broke my heart, cauze I couldnt dance
You didnt want me around
Well now Im back to let you know
I can really shake em down
(two, three, four)
Yeh, do you love me (I can really move)
Well do you love me (Im in the groove)
Well do love me (do you love me)
Now that I can dance, dance, dance
Watch me now (push push)
Ah shake it up baby (push push)
Why, youre driving me crazy (push push)
Oh cmon a little closer
Well I can mash potato (I can mash potato)
Well I can do the twist (and I can do the twist)
Woh tell me baby (tell me baby)
Do you like it like this (do you like it like this)
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Now that I can dance, dance, dance
Watch me now (push push)
Ah shake it up baby (push push)
Why, youre driving me crazy (push push)
Oh cmon a little closer
Well I can mash potato (I can mash potato)
Well I can do the twist (and I can do the twist)
Woh tell me baby (tell me baby)
Do you like it like this (do you like it like this)
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Do you love me (oh do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Now that I can dance, dance, dance
song performed by by Hollies
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One More Less Lonely Potato
One more less lonely potato left inside of the fridge to cool of
So that doesn’t get soggy
Because the heat might spoil that lonely potato
And that lonely potato needs a friend anyway
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Carcinogenic Potato Chips...by talile ali
me and my dad
we use to walk
about the town when he
should be at work
and me in school
eating potato chips
and drinking soda pops
talking and walking
and walking and talking
i always wondered why
my dad never took me back to the
school house where i ran away
so that i could be with my daddy
now i hear that chips are filled
with alcolids
500 times more carcinogenic than
cigarettes
now i have prostate cancer
and i may pass away
my love is scared to death
it has to be that way
could i blame society
for allowing this to be
carcinogenic potato chips
could be the death of me
how good things are so often
turned into bits of insanity
and all of this and heaven
so to reign on me
Copyright © 2009
poem by Talile Ali
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Casserole
It was a casserole of an affair
Too many vegetables to name in the file for divorce
I knew the rift would fade and die
And that all loves complete their course
It was an out of court settlement
To save the tomato its blushes
And avoid exposing the greeness of the cucumber
The potato came out on top
[the the underdog must have it's day! '
P.S The cauliflower left quietly with a slab of cheese
It still harboured a secret ambition to make it
on the dining room circuit as a 'VERY TASTY DISH'
P.S It knew without the cheese it was nothing!
yvette smith london march 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Little Piggy
A little way back
where the end meets the road
Turn your back
& I might reload
A bullet in your head
& one for your brain
Be another one face down in the rain
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil what's comin' for you
The moon won't sink
& the sun won't shine
I season my blood
with turpentine
Everything is true
when you know what's real
A (sick?) black dog
gettin' drunk on the wheel
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil & I'm comin' for you
I crawl on the ground
& I start to bleed
I'm the one you dream about
when you sleep
(Eyes of death?)
& bone in blood
Your lungs are freakin' out
when you're drownin' in the mud
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil what's comin' for you
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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I Love You My School Girl
Ho My heart is Full Of Strange Thoughts
You are a precious yellow stone
ho what a women you are
I love you My School Girl
I wanted you as my princess for my castel
I want a world having only you and me
you are like a deer having milk colored
sometimes you behave as like a white tiger
Your Hairs are like Black clouds
Your eyes are like black pearl
your lips are like hopeless fruits
I love you My school girl
i talked to you several times
but i can't show my buring fire
which was killing me daily
I love you My School Girl
God gave you good look
But he made me as like a puppet
you have milk skin
But i have a mud skin
someone said you love someone
I told i can't believe it
But when i saw you with your boy friend
I flatted, I Cryed
But it is your way
How in the world i can see a girl like her again
you are so sweet and neat
But I have only meat in mine
I love you My School Girl
You are... a swift bird
You are Gone Too Soon
But i go anywhere
May the World so small
One day i will meet you
I will say that I loved you
But i won't Hurt you
Why God Made me to love her
poem by Ashish Gutgutia
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My Love (2)
I love to undress it,
but sometimes I can't wait,
and have it from the oven,
on a steaming hot plate.
It likes to be soaked
with butter, beans, or peas.
Oh, the scrumptious potato,
it does like to please.
But it also plays it cool
in front of the salad.
It knows how I like it
when she teases my palate.
But to be honest I prefer it
when it's wallowing in gravy,
Mmm, those tasty hot potatoes
will drive anyone crazy.
Doesn't it smell voluptuous
with salt and vinegar
when dressed in an open
newspaper wrapper.
And when it's fluffy and soft,
with milk and butter,
it's so seductively adorable,
there's nothing better.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Toby
There was once a boy called toby
'named Toby at his birth'
But after eating a potato that he hand reared from the earth
He doubted he was toby even toby from afar
And ridiculed he failed at school
After many a taunting hour of,
'Toby or not Toby? '
He learnt the soliloquy by heart
And having no answer to the question
Changed his name to 'Hamlet'
And became a 'movie star! '
poem by Yvette Smith
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Dropped Like a Hot Potato
I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
I got tired of being unhappy.
And strapped with available nonsense,
On my back.
I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
Without one regret of being burned.
Or which emotion I dealt with it.
I was not going to allow it to sit.
And nourish on me as if a leech!
I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had been whipped into doubt and confusion.
No one had to tell me I was crazed.
I was in the affirmation stage.
I had the fear in me stopped.
And dropped like a hot potato.
And today...
Nothing gets dropped.
Since the fear in me stopped.
To let go of an experience,
That may be too precious to go wasted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sorry
Sorry I could not be there
Open my face
Surround you with lies
Comfort hides in disguise
And these are the masks
We carefully wear
Worn down
We bear them
For every occasion
Births
Marriages
And death
They keep us safe
A hearts distance
Out of arms reach
Love
I am sorry that I never told you these things,
About, what it is to live just beneath the surface
A breath away
Skin deep,
And yet
There is something left unloved
Like love.
And sorry, sorry, sorry,
So much left
Unturned unseen
These invisible things
My love, my love.
Yvette M Smith poet of uk
june 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Love Did Not Come
love did not come to me
though I have seen it standing cold and frozen in the rain
love did not come to me
though I have called out loud and long
It did not hear it's name
Nor did it turn to see my shadow fading, gone
Or catch the waves that swept a bleak and barren shore
Or see the ruins of a heart, that looked on love no more
Then finding it was strong with love, in absence gone,
Rose up and carried on, and looked for love no more!
by yvette marie smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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Banana Soup
If juice can be extracted from a potato,
Like a tomato or carrot...
Why can't that happen to a banana?
Although it can be argued that potato juice,
Can be heated and called soup.
Banana soup doesn't sound too appealing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is easy to halve the potato where there's love.
It is easy to halve the potato where there is love.
It's easy to halve the potato where there's love.
Making Love To A Black Woman
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Romantically and Patiently;
Take the time to make love to her mind.
Fulfill all of her midnight wishes.
Cover her entire body with soft wet kisses.
Tell her, so that she will know!
There's no place on her body
your tongue won't go.
And, when you love a Black Woman,
you love her real slow.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Passionately and Sincerely;
Let her Sweetness become your Weakness.
Do not use just the Penis, But include your ear.
Listen to the sweet sound of her moans
and see what you hear.
Feel the warmth and care of her loving embrace.
Place your mouth on hers and savor the taste.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Sensually and Honestly;
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Tell her that you love her,
more and more with each passing day.
Let all of the fantasies that dance in her head.
Become her moonlight reality
when it's time to go to bed.
Kiss and lick all over her body
until you find all her right spots.
Touch and caress her soft skin
and make her real hot.
Mutual satisfaction is a lover's plan.
Love her, cause you are in love with her.
She's your Woman and your her Man.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Lovingly and completely;
Love her until her 'Screams of Passion'
are all you that hear.
Suck on her neck and stick
your tongue in her ear.
Hold her soft round ass
in the palm of your hands.
Let her sexual wishes
become your loving commands.
Love your Black Woman with
your Mind, Body and Soul.
She's the most precious gift on this Earth.
She's worth her weight in gold.
How do you make love to a Black Woman?
There's only one true way to start.
To make love to a Black Woman,
just give her your Heart.
poem by Samuel Newton
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