lovely round kirbus your meats entice me encourage me to slice you open to maniacally empty your being cut you into pieces and mash up your insides to make an orange slurry adding spices to enhance your flavor then pour you into a pie dish to place you inside a small hell your innards will almost burn but then i release you to cool so i may adorn you with a silky sweet cream and invite all my favorite people to share in your evolution they will ooh and aah with every bite as your essence heads to its final resting place
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Bagel
When sliced thick Ripe banana – not too thin Wedged in butter – the peanut type Lathered in chocolate – spread so right Gently oozing down a bagel slice Baked, its top half fits so tight From the lateral view, I take a bite Smile of banana-teeth grin Icky from nose to chin
Postprandial
The winding wind wishes Kind kisses by singing Songs of airy hisses A fart is an art For the missus Find her fine dining Or washing her dishes Try not to sniff or she will Break peace to pieces
Survival Spectrum (Darwin’s Duality)
Instinct
Life doth seem a constant struggle Internally programmed to stay Fight for selfish survival Every single day
Death is an Inescapable trap Even probably for the most Smartest creature on the planet
Extinct
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Karuna Mistry is a British writer of Indian ethnicity. He has published poetry in various anthologies – sometimes paid. As well as poetry, drawing, and blogging, his creativity includes magazine editorship, photography, and design – his occupation by day is in research support. Karuna will be releasing his debut poetry book. https://www.instagram.com/karunamistrypoetry/https://karunacreations.wordpress.com/ This is Karuna’s first feature with The Short of It.
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The firework’s showcase of colors and sparks proved to be a legendary show; the crowd erupted with spontaneous cheers after each rocket.
The food vendor heats his popular fare while keeping his eyes on the sky, the explosives rising, creating a perfect ring of flashing lights. He decided that he would feature a specially named hot dog in the future, which would capture the magic of fireworks.
He didn’t think he was far off with this sale’s idea of a new dress-up on an old favorite that would rekindle a feeling of nostalgia even when there were no fireworks present.
I enjoy serving food to my friends because that’s my love language. There’s such joy watching them eat, whether a full-on fish feast, steaks flame-broiled, or tasty desserts. There’s always something saved in my fridge for unexpected guests, usually still fresh, so no risk of food poisoning!
Tonight my friends and I are having Italian. I begin unraveling my apron strings when I hear the doorbell ring. With one quick spray of perfume, a pinch of the cheeks for color, I head towards the shadow at the front door.
“Hi! Come help me slide the pie off the pizza stone.“
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