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mcradloff

Free Food

My two favorite words
Free Food!
Love to eat
Especially when it doesn't cost me a thing
How many people are addicted to free food?
Plenty!
Food stamps have become an addiction in this country
Many choosing to be parasites when they could work for their food
Many having babies they expect the government to feed
How much of this food is actually good for you?
Try eating without the words high fructose corn syrup
It is everywhere
You would have to become a vegan to avoid it completely
So I love free food
But it sure ain't free
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
Got some free donuts, pop, and pizza today at work. Enjoyed it very much, but why did some of the mean workers in my department buy it for everyone? I guess it was still nice of them.
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mcradloff

That's What I Ate Today

Two Donuts
Two Bananas
Milk and Mello Yello
That's what I ate today
That's what I ate today
Froot Loops cereal and milk
Soup out of a can
Bucky Badger Cheetos
Swiss almond cheese spread and Ritz crackers
Ruffled barbeque chips
Moutain Dew and Water
Sliced turkey and roast beef
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
That's what I ate yesterday
That's what I ate yesterday
So many things to eat and drink
Steak at Prime Quarter
King Crab at Red Lobster
Blooming Onion at Outback Steakhouse
Pizza at UNO'S
Chicken at KFC
Chinese food at China Buffet
Sausage at Hardee's
Jr. Whoppers at Burger King
Mongolian stir fry at Mongolian Grill
That's what I ate in the past
That's what I ate in the past
What will I eat tomarrow?
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Just recalling some of the things I have eaten and drank so far. I wish I had more money so I could eat steak and lobster more often. I probably spend around 50 bucks a week on food and drink.
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fugitive432

Open Air Market

There's a bleach stain on my favorite pants
a splash of almost indiscernible light along the shadowy folds
and beside it, with her tail wagging and ears perked
my four legged friend watches all round

I don't have to worry about hair
I've cut mine short and my look is effortlessly clean
and I wear my clothes well though they're of
the Salvation Army caliber

We form a grandmother's shadow
as she delves into stall after stall
exchanging vocal fragrances
with the vendors and their pride
Everything strikes her as expensive today
even though the "two (sweet) potatoes for five dollars" wieghed a kilo
and the apples would last in the cellar till after Christmas
and beyond

And for some reason the rain stopped a quarter hour ago
and the sun came out and spelled summer thoughts
and it didn't start to rain again until we got home and
finished reloading the pantry
and the dog curled up beside me
as I made myself comfortable with my cup of reheated coffee

I think tonight there will be apple pie...
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Canadian autumnal afternoon
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breathless22

~~~~COFFEETIME~~~~~

To drink a cup is the sweetness of the
aroma of the flavor from the brewing
process it takes to make the greatness
of a rich pot of coffee....

Some like sugar and others add a bit of
cream to their sugar in the single cup of
JOE,,,
as others want a donut to go....

Wee hours of the early morning it is a pot
of coffee to go, and the scent of the dark
roasted beans it is the roast of the bean
as it is brewed to the richness of
coffee from a good bean ~~~~

Then others like it black and pure nothing
more than a purity of the taste from bean
to bean it is called coffee...
Then some may ask for the hint of a little
added syrup as vanilla to give that flavor
of another good cup of coffee...

Well sun is down and individuals flowing
around drinking coffee of darkness of the
sky and the night has sprung some it is true
and others may have it decaf.. It is still
a cup of JOE,,,
©breathless22
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Do you like coffee, no I LOVE my COFFEE and drinking coffee is the best past time for getting through any type of day, as we drink and have fun drinking a cup of COFFEE......
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breathless22

~~~COFFEE IS THE BEST WAY TO WAKING UP~~~

Come here a bit closer dear coffee~~~
my eyes are not so open today
I can smell you calling me the aroma
of goodness and nice~~~~

Oh how I need my coffee and need
much of it as the morning is early
and a dew has set on my yard and
a bit brisk outside as winter

Is heading to my town and it soon
will be settleing in here for a
long time so for some it may be
a cup of coffee , tea, or even
hot- chocolate~~~~

Coffee it is for me as I love my
coffee so hot to touch and sweet
as the aroma hits me wth a splash
in my smell of the good mornng America

Coffee is the friend of my soul and
will be there for each day or evening
as coffee is the greatest way of
waking up~~~~~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
FOR ALL THE COFFEE DRINKERS IN HERE DRINK IN HAPPINESS~~~~~~
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agoodguy2have

cookin' up enough

the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat

there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well, maybe a few more

so what's in the pot
besides some stones
to stock the soup
do you have enough
a few carrots perhaps
to share with the group

the soldiers clever
back from chaotic war
devised some psychology
to open the larders
of all the citizens
cooking up a feastology

reheated stone soup
is what can taste best
a restock to restart
and share with each other,
simmering care won't boil
it just fills the hungry hearts

© Goode Guy 2011-08-15
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
it's all in how it's spread out...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_soup
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kickit22

food for thought

had an egg with
salt and pepper
put it on a piece of bread
it was kinda good
wasn't even breakfast
had a glass of milk
made my skin smooth as silk
now it's dinner
i know its gonna be good
cause i'm gonna eat that
cow and hen
with salt and pepper.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
sorry was just a little hungry..lol.
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agoodguy2have

new and improved

Ok so which is it?
I mean it can't be
both "new" and "improved"
at the same time
now, can it?
It's like the
egg and the chicken
one has to start
the process doesn't it?
So I'm thinking
the chicken knew
the egg was improved
but still...was unmoved.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-08
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
it's advertising if you buy it.
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ooby_doobyonline today!

Cookies and Wine

There's nothing that's quite like cookies and wine
When your starving it's tasty and simply devine
you can keep your cornbread and Mulligan stew
your donuts and burgers and fried ocra too

Don't give me oysters I can't even look at em
for franks and baked beans I had never a yen
But cookies and wine now there's a real treat
to partake such a meal will put you to sleep
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I'm having a glass of my home made wine and all I have to go with it is cookies and I felt the creative juices flowing ergo my creation above.
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wayne34

wine and dine

The table set
Silk white linen
Drapped
Silver cutlery

The candles lite
Flowers drapped
A dinner for two
Champagine flows

Bubbles rise
The starters served
Champainge on ice
Prawn salad

Or soup for my lover
Posh roast
With spuds
And veg the lot

The cherry on the cake
A dessrt to impress chocolate gateaux and chocolate sauce
Coffee with mint and tea
We scoff the lot

We dine are meal is scoffed the music play candles dim
On the settee
We settle play time begins
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Posted: Feb 2014
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