Appetite Poems

Whet Appetite

Whet my keen appetite?
Yes, you have - for revenge
against my long standing,
wry, furry nemesis.
He's not wet...
yet.  Blast a
water jet!
Get that scamp
to regret.

A Poetic Appetite

This is hunger.
This is the way my stomach
turns itself inside out
when I hear a phrase
that makes my spine
straighten like a lightning rod.

I devour adversity
consume the cadence of chaos,
swallow their imagery whole
As my hunger for poetic
 expression begins to grow
but it's never enough.

Never enough..

Because somewhere in the space
between what I want to say
and what spills onto

Voracious Appetite

Around the kitchen
I was bumbling
with pots and pans
see me fumbling
for something yummy
with an empty tummy
it was rumbling
took a long hard look
and now I'm mumbling
as there's not a lot to cook
but bread crusts crumbling
long past their sell-by date
it's ever-so humbling
but there's no point at all
this late in grumbling
about standing the heat
or beating a retreat
but better yet

APPETITE FOR KNOWLEDGE

Today I’d like to take a moment…our creators to acknowledge…
for creating in us with a quest…a thirst…an appetite for knowledge.

For instilling in us this notion that every day…around every turn…
there are new discoveries to be made…new lessons to be learned.

For showing us this knowledge doesn’t always come from other people…or books…
that there are teachers all

sandras appetite

Sandra’s appetite was elephantine
People gathered at nine to watch her dine
She loved her beef, ham, and duck in a roast.
Also. cheesy eggs, ham and beans, and melba toast.

Breakfast was hashbrowns, bacon, cheese and ham.
Left of the plate was a brown gravy mashed up damn.
Lunch was never a sandwich or anything small.
Sandra weighed four hundred pounds

The Mother of mothers

                                       A jewel in the sky
           

VORACIOUS APPETITE

VORACIOUS APPETITE

My washing machine ate a sock today.
This time it was a blue one.
Last week, it had a taste for red
And worse, it was a new one.

I’ve read the user’s manual
To make sure I’m doing things right,
But I can’t find any reference
To the wretched thing’s appetite.

I now have a drawer full of odd socks,
I’m completely

Appetite

The morning started with the sound of thin raindrops beating on the roof and water trickling from the pipe is a sign of life.

The dogs were out and about creating mutiny in the little town. The early morning risers were already on the street blowing their horns and surveying the distant lawn with flood lights

Bon Appetite

Bugs to flour
plants to wheat
you eat your bugs
I will eat wheat flour
you watch the crickets
I will watch wind blow sheaves
You spend millions on a bug factory
but cannot spend it on health care satisfactory
You can have your crickets while I enjoy my big steak treat
Bon appetite hope you don't heave with vomit at  your feet.

Appetite

A Dining Hall’s famous passion 
And signal stomachs have vision.
Not shown ignites cook’s confusion,
The proudest chef slight convulsion…

Determines how far feeders go
With that which makes human being grow;
The Richest Cake won’t with one flow,
If sugar does not make one glow,
The blackest dish as white as snow,
Because one’s captured mind it’d blow…
 
Poorest Appetite – Appetizer,
Aroused

A Little Thing Spoils Appetite

A little thing spoils the appetite.
Mine and face just had to become tight
Dulled what had been luminously bright
Because the matter was far from light...

What was it, again? Oh yes, Hot Tea!
I'd been asked to tea: Some two cups free;
What giver would want from me: 'Agree'.
Cups if I tasted down on my knees!

Gingerly placed before me

An Appetite For Books Nursery Rhyme

Wuzzy, a voracious reader,
chewed through books, a reading speeder.
A vocabulary leader,
gobbled all her folks would feed her.

On her shelf, a ten volume set,
one that she had not read yet.
Covers each an eighth inch thick,
thousand page tomes, four-inch bricks.

Wuzzy could not help herself;
devoured them right on the shelf.
Starting at book one, page one,
she chewed till ten’s

Gluttony

Longing for delicacy
Is no fault
We all like delicious and tasty food
Delicacy is also a style of life
An art of life 
A variety of life 
It's speciality and essence 
Increase appetite and pleasure
A relaxation of life
But please don't forget 
The secret danger of sugar,salt and oil in seasoning
Salt is mixed with sugar 
Sugar replaces Ajinomotor in

Celestial Appetite

What do you suppose a star eats for breakfast?
I have always thought that Cheerios make perfect sense
but then again, they must get the flickering just right
I hear a healthy heart is not ideal for bouts of irregular motion

At any rate a breakfast cereal would be in order
there is no shortage of milk in space
as any

Appetite Loss

Dining alfresco under blue sky.
 Heard loud, smelly fart nearby
  Culprit laughed until he cried;
T'was a kid wolfing down stir fry
   My appetite was shot, no lie;
   Couldn't finish my apple pie.


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Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date written: 09/26/2021

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