Nothing like an after-dinner prank
Hey, where are all the fish in the tank
Sight from my canopy-tops,
After dinner, several falling raindrops,
sweltering the ordinary people's roof inside,
Given the still March signal of poise,
Darkness gives still blanket,
However rain crossing the cloud heart,
And the touching sleeping soul,
as like nature gives online orders for the rain's parcel,
And the Chenab and drop touch the hollowness rim,
Singing the night angels theme,
And air gives a supply of pure air,
Daffodil sit beneath the tree-like new bride fair,
But give somebody an application,
to the management of the natural nation,
For turn on the sunny day duration,
Otherwise, the blanket comes continues in fluctuation.
______BUSHAN Singh CHIB
After Dinner
David J Walker
I can still hear the clanking of
Silverware and ceramic dishes after dinner
As the sink filled with hot water
Clearing, washing, and drying
The suds of Ivory Liquid dishwashing soap
Guaranteed to help keep that Youthful Glow
Of our young hands
The small AM radio in the window tuned
To the Top-40 on KOMA
Me watching as my sisters engaged in
A quick game of Jax
On the waxed linoleum kitchen floor
Looking out the door into the living room
We could see the glow of the TV set
And the end of our fathers lit cigarette
The grey smoke filling the air
Mom laughing at something funny
Barny Fife said to Andy in a
Black & White comedy about
Small town life in the 60s’
After dinner and the dishes were done
We finished our homework
Sue constantly gobbles her food
Then belches, it sounds rather rude
Next thing she starts farting
Foul stench is departing
From parties folk now Sue exclude
I’m having a party tonight
Sue pleaded to have an invite
I put black charcoal powder
In her portion of chowder
Sue’s buttocks stayed clenched very tight!
Sue purchased some charcoal biscuit
The charcoal really did its bit...
At a dinner party
She’s no longer farty
And chooses where she wants to sit!
8/13/19
What are you grateful for,
I asked my 420 post-millennials,
not expecting to hear much
beyond Thanksgiving Dinner bounty.
For extended family
good relationships
and even those more challenging
with those still here,
For those no longer more than ultra non-violently visible,
For those yet to become mature healthy adults,
For future generations waiting in our eggs and sperm
Together nurturing slow-grown potential.
And for good food
like apple crisp
fruitful everyday deep-dish respect,
mutual nutritional engagement,
health investments
for gratitude giving
and thanks taking,
slow
and resonant
nourishing 2020 pre-communion.
After dinner
Taco night
Nearly midnight
Running up the stairs
Oh God
I had done so well
The family ate
And I ate
Seven o’clock on a Tuesday
Only two
I only ate two
No cheese
No sour cream
I had done wonderfully
Eleven thirty on Tuesday
Everyone in bed
Everyone but me
I approached the kitchen
I ate it all
No one saw how much was left
They won’t notice it’s gone
I put it all away
They didn’t see it
But I ate it all
Running up the stairs
They have their fans on
They’re asleep
They won’t hear me
I find my familiar place
Kneeling at my altar
Forgiveness is always found here
It’s time to confess my sins
My fingers slip into a spot they know too well
I struggle for a moment
Nothing will come up
Oh God
No
Don’t let it stay inside me
Another moment
Gagging
Retching
I feel it coming now
Oh thank God
It’s all gone
Now I can sleep soundly
I wash my hands and face
Rinse my mouth
I look in the mirror
Why?
Why is this happening?
Oh my God
Look at me
This can’t be me
This can’t be what I’ve become
But what choice do I have?
prey of the day - frog
pleased mantis licks spiny hands. . .
that was delicious
We ate the dinner I prepared.
Strong coffee followed.
Relaxing in the living room.
Talking about this and that and other things.
We had a memory or two that sustained us
in our conversations.
Our talking covered a variety of topics
and we
rambled on happily in our remembering.
Was it really over twenty years ago
that we were high school students?
This was our link, our bond, our
sense of who we were and who we are.
What I remembered you remembered.
What I believed, so did you.
We shared our views on history
as if our words were golden idols
which we could worship at our pleasure.
The only topics we skirted were those
that dealt with who we are now.
Avoiding comparisons with our ambitions,
we compared only those events that
had happened a long time ago.
Abstract meanderings on people we knew
and places we had wandered to.
We followed our coffee with dessert.
A pleasant tasting cake which
you had baked and brought to our reunion.
I wonder what flavour of ice cream
would be most appropriate
with a cake that was filled
with yesterday?
If you thought me insane, it'd be a start...
If you thought me funny, a joke...
But if you were to think simply nothing of me...
I'd eventually go up in smoke.