Food Poems (148)

Smooth, creamy, dark, milky.
Standing there salivating,
in front of the displays.

This one has chopped nuts,
that one has a hint of orange.
Unique, peppery infusion.

Samples out on little trays.
Just one little taste,
Well maybe another, so tempting.

Drooling, eyes aglow.
Which to choose, the smooth,
or the crunchy, the choices!

I'll settle for the one,
in the wrapper right there.
Dark, bittersweet and scintillating!

Chocolate!

Do You favor gun control?
You say the answer's "Yes".
Should we also control other things?
VD, crime and needless death?

Eight thousand babies starve to death each day
That seldom makes the "News".
Who decides what is important?
Who chose the World Trade Centre few?

Those three MILLION kids that die each year
Is it really from lack of food?
Does Mother Earth hold back on them,
Or doesn't sharing suit our mood?

"They" said what REALLY mattered
Was that some woman drowned her kids,
And a football player's trial
May have involved some complex fibs!

Big Brother's doing something
Going to control the guns.
Starving kids don't have the vote
Their deaths aren't important ones.

A billion for the budget
To count the legal guns.
Can't feed those kids, let 'em die
We're running low on funds.

What "NEWS" is this you give us?
You control when we care?
If You say it's "NEWS" we weep and FEEL
When you don't, we're "Unaware".
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is it some sort of equilateral angle
with a sharp turn that gets us entangled

is it some multi-faceted polyhedron
i'm sure we could face it, and need one

is it an ancient mystical pyramid tall
with rhymes and runes in chiseled wall

is it a never ending Möbius strip
with endless edge, a continuous trip

is it a futuristic geodesic sphere
a better world in the future near

is it some mathematician's donut
that makes us plain laymen go nuts

is it a speck, some miniscule dot
to fill empty space, we'll need a lot

is it a long line from time before
that to future time, is never more

maybe around its smooth crystal globe
our thoughts reflective in temporal lobe

whatever its shape it now seems in tatters
as if everything else is all that matters

so whatever we find to be the shape of peace
let's work to make its size increase

it is not so much the shape, but its size
that makes our peace a thing to prize

© agoodguy2have 2010-10-04

(yes, I done writed a song what goes with this)

McDonald's is the place for me, I wear a paper hat!
I wear a silly uniform and man the french-fry vat!
My face full of zits because the air is full of grease,
And the food they serve has made me very fat! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I wear a cute name-tag!
I wear a silly hair-net and the girls think I'm a fag!
My plumbing's full of plaque, one day my heart it will explode,
And my manager's a geeky, four-eyed nag! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, it doesn't pay the rent!
I dropped out `cause of poverty that takes my every cent!
My nerves are shot because I see the writing on the wall,
And my rent's past due, I am about to lose my a-part-ment! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I bought a frickin' gun,
With my rent money, ho-ho hee-hee, I'll kill `em every one!
It's kinda sad that in-no-cents will die in the cross-fire,
But how can you tell when life is hell who is the guilty one! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I didn't fire a shot!
Some rat-faced spy was on to me, and now I'm frickin' caught!
They're carting me off in the white bus, but on the bright side . . .
The rent is free where they'll send me, and I like that a lot! Oh,

McDonalds was the place for me, until I went McNuts!
McNurses and McDoctors can't McFigure my McRuts!
But I don't care because McMeals are all McFree my friend,
Don't McGrieve for me, the rent is free, I am a McHappy Putz!

Steel glints autumn sun
Golden harvest gathering
This year no hunger

sinking particles
some spitting to the depths
where they shall dance
and yet cling in the heat

to but tempt and arouse the flavour
like a sensuous kiss

then once no weight upon

the resurrection begins
to be delicately stirred and moved

the finale'

as the feast is placed
then and only then
the sinking particles that sat so deep
are finally poured

oh you sexy coating!
you seek out those
that wish to partake

Yes please....




xxx

he goes down to the stacks
asking the captain where's
the air-dried, 'cause he knows
the kiln can warp a hard bored

he wants to build something
lasting and strong with rich
lines and scents, a few nots
for beauty, knot to weaken

his notion of what wood matter
to a careful carpenter, shaven
and blocked, straight and strong
the living would, the livin' wood

plane grain, a fine saw to see
edge to end he's got it pegged
cut it out, measure for measure
clamp on tight, she'll last

back to eyein' straight and true
the best the forest offered green
strength takes time, seasoning
and worm holes add character

he picks the best for intents
and leaves the warped to sun
knowing when she's home, back
he'll have something to build

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-09

I grind the beans and brew a pot.
Ah, the aroma's heavenly.
Sun is rising through the trees,
The morning dew bedazzles me.

Farm fresh brown egss from free range hens,
I get them from a friend down south.
With yolks so bright and yellow that,
Look so inviting to my mouth.

My whole wheat toast comes popping up,
Fresh butter makes it savory.
An egg on each upon the plate,
Their sunny sides smile up at me.

Whole peppercorns ground all around.
Sea salt is sprinkled on the top,
The fork's first pierce begins the flow,
A bite of white and toast to sop.

Devouring this tasty treat,
Takes hardly any time at all.
The dishes washed and kitchen's neat
There's work to do, no time to stall.

In trying times these small delights,
Can get you started on the right.
To start your day in morning light,
And last you til you're home at night.

Love at first bite,
What a scrumptious delight.

Tastebuds sing as never before,
Euphoria flowing from every pore.

The finest, yes, the very best.
Dull and tasteless all the rest.

Spiced just right, sweet and tart.
A taste that thrills my pounding heart.

How glowing this epiphany
And now there's nothing else for me.

The birds were panicked, terrorized,
Were well aware something was up.
They flapped and squawked around the pen,
A threat'ning shadow loomed above.

The first four spooked into the coop,
Trapped in there by a crude wire gate.
When the roof was raised two flew out,
Thus striving to escape their fate.

These two were captured easily,
Trapped in a corner, grabbed by legs.
But these turned out to be the ones,
Meant to be kept for laying eggs.

The rest were destined for the pan,
And somehow they seemed to sense it.
So desp'rately they struggled as,
They realized the intentions.

When you hold chickens by their feet,
And then hang them upsidedown.
Then smooth the neck down to the head,
A quiet calmness will abound.

The rest was rote, mechanical,
Beheading, plucking, wings and feet.
It's not a pretty process but,
This is the way we get our meat.