Blue
Bright flame
Hot to touch
Flickers
Dancing hot
Burns strips of yellow white
Heat radiate
Belows and glows
Heat projects
Envelopes the space
Hot blue flames
Burns safe protected from black poisonus soot
Permiates the oven space heats the food within
Hot and joices flow
Who's for turkey dinner
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Posted: Oct 2014
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Posted: Jan 2015
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Evening wraps its gentle ways
Like a lovers arm around the summers day
As thatched roofs muster in whitewashed walls
Beneath thick feathery eaves for the night
Beneath a symphony of seagulls
Fish and chips are eaten from
white paper wrapping
Cars pass by, anglers unload their bounty
and boats are washed down
Life tapping its toes to the reel of living
Pausing before the invitation as an old man
savours a large ice cream cone, there is no lust
in his licking but the experience of tasting
and we go with the anticipation of lovers
To dine. we sit at a table just before
A Galway hooker leaves Carraroe
Watching the sea in her eyes as it
crests the horizon.
Did beauty take me through blue eyes
Like the sea on a clear day
Or was it Gopal's alchemy with food
As we lifted our spoons into a
sea of sensual tasting.
Before mass on Inish Mor we sit down
on a rock, I watch her take prawns
Like communion in a pagan ritual;
Shane calls from a hooker
He has captained to bring us back to the mainland
Helping her aboard, I catch
her eye in Dun Aengus
Sitting up on a load of turf we surf
into Galway bay
I kiss the wine to her lips
And the wind took her hair like the
pirate queen of old
Looking up into 'sea the stars' I wonder
Did Sutton paint the moon as well
And who made the fox silver.......
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Posted: Mar 2015
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This poem was commisioned by the artist Ivan Sutton for his favourite restaurant which is his gallery also. You can find him on google he is quiet famous in Ireland.....
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[Short Poem On ::: “Tea”]
[A morning cup of drink
wakes up a man from his slumber
What an invigorating drink
Mother Nature gives to a plumber
For leaking taps, tops, toilets & pipes,
Which he immediately sets right
in front of your eyes at site.
A concoction that washes away blues
of children going to school
so that subjects remain glued
in their tiny heads.
A brew that brings many unknown faces
to allay fears, doubts, anxieties
vanish like a ghost without trace
and cultivate everlasting friendships.
A mixture that brings quarrelling couples
Man and woman fighting
over silly things for upmanship
A brew that can end
a dispute between Ram and Rahim
in a no-win situation.
waging war for the last decades,
A brew that can solve
difficult chess puzzles
between two old friendly foes.
A brew that can never become
a storm in a tea-cup!]
--The End—
copyright@ ManoharBhatia.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
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I just first sampled a healthy tea
Acknowleged to be the cat's meaw
It reeks of grass and tastes like crap
And it makes one feel like a cow
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Posted: May 2015
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sweet beginnings never to end,salty tears will you send.Bitter ending must you endure.so relish life from beginning to end.
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Posted: Aug 2015
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trapping the hard and killing the pray with only a frozen sun to lead there way ,a never ending hunger a fire that feeds there bodies is the essence of life they hold so dear,collecting the bones of the beast and the smell of death that fill the air with no escape crawling , scraping bleeding from within across the barren lands and against the prevailing winds from the center of the hunter heart is where the hunt begins and where the hunt will end ...
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
something about my past....
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I started it on Monday
A blue layer of jello
Tuesday was red jello
Wednesday was green jello
And Thursday was yellow jello
So I took the knife and carved around the mold
The mold was of the 48 states
It came out in a nice piece
I ate California, Oregon, Washington
Also parts of Arizona, Nevada, Montana, and Idaho
I'll eat my way east
Till I eat the eastern states
Like Florida and Virginia
So many yummy states to eat
And made better with some cool whip!
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Posted: Feb 2016
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I have a mold of the 48 states that shows the outline of each state in the jello mold.
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I love to complain
And resturants are fun to pick on
I go to the yelp website and just look for bad reviews
I used to work at Hardee's
So I have a lot of empathy for anyone working in the food service
Complaining about work, spent a lot of time on that
Mostly with dealing with difficult people
Every four years I complain about the presidential candidates
This year Hillary gets tops for complaints
She even has a movie made about her
Most of it focuses on the history of the democratic party
Trump is the best speaker, but not voting for a republican
If I had to pick a worst president of my life time
Ronald Reagan
Sometimes I get carried away with complaining
"Would you like some cheese with your whine?"
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
I was looking up some resturarants on Yelp. I love to eat out. Tomarrow I am going to UNO's in Platteville and get a large deep dish pizza with sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms, and green olives with five sides of guacamole.
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You love food?
You love shovin food in your face?
You love crammin yummies in you pie hole?
Well, look no further pardner!
Come on down to Big Jim's Buffet
We got it all
Shucked king crab, lobster
Steak cooked to your likin
We got shrimp, chicken, cod
Taco bar, chinese food, mongolian grill
Pizza
All that and much more!
So, don't walk, run (if you can)
To Big Jim's Buffet!
YeeeeHahhh!
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
I love to eat out. I am going to Texas Road House tonight. Just imagining a restaurant that I would love. If you have ever had king crab, it is quite a job cracking those legs. They used to provide scissors, but someone must have gotten hurt, so now I bring my own when I visit Red Lobster.
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