Best Bite To Eat Poems
It took time for the soldier to realize,
that no one was truly self-sufficient,
after the raids and the bombings, hunger materialized,
and life seemed insufficient,
the villagers took refuge in a form of weakness,
as they watched their government fail,
and their lives sail,
unable to ask for any kind of help or guidance,
because of their own blood trail,
left by strangers in their land,
as most of these bystanders
become prisoners to a foreign command,
these thoughts flashed through the soldiers head,
as he walked around the countless dead,
he fought so many wars and won,
and he knew when another war starts,
they’ll take his son,
he gazed at the sleeping form of an old woman,
wrapped in a filthy sheet,
as she rocked nervously on the side of the street,
and small children huddled together,
and it appeared they haven’t had a bite to eat,
they simply watched and waited,
and for the most part,
that’s what the soldier hated,
these sights tugged at his heart,
but he was just following the chains of command,
there were whispered exchanges,
but he knew God would somehow understand.
The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof.
And He scatters His poems below and above.
You can see a poem singing on a tree branch at dawn,
or falling down as dew on a neighbor's next door lawn.
There's a poem in a soldier's returning smile,
as he hugs his wife and newborn baby child.
You can see a poem in the heaven's stars at night.
Or, in a brilliant sunrise with silver flashing lights.
Poems are everywhere you look,
but unseen by others, like an unopened book.
A poet will see a poem, throughout the earth and sky.
So aren't you glad God gave you a poet's observant eye!
Notice that poem lying in broken shards of glass,
shimmering blue in the sun, as you look while walking pass.
Or, watch the wind playing with falling autumn leaves.
Then see Summertime's magic, or in Winter's snow white freeze.
Poem's sit there, waiting for you to pick up your pen and write
about earth's beauty, displayed like flowers in plain sight.
Don't you see that poem, walking down the street,
sitting on a bus bench, or grabbing a bite to eat?
Poems gurgle in bubbling brooks.
They hide under rocks and inside your books.
At breakfast, they cry out to you, "Here I am!
Taste me! I'm the blackberry in your jam."
So write me a poem and I'll write one, too.
And don't tell me you can't find one, it's staring right at you!
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For SKAT A Contest
Any old poem #10
2014 poem
Disheveled and dirty she sat
A guy walking by just spat
It caught her off guard as she wiped it away
Wanted to move but decided to stay
She looked forlorn and beat
Begging for a bite to eat
I approached and offered her a tenner
Her mind I wanted to enter
I asked for her name as I gave her ***
Bent over and lit it she was clutching her bag.
"Melanie," she said as I lit her smoke
She was well educated I knew when she spoke.
The pavements were bursting with tourists
Doctors, bankers, and jurists
Buskers Acrobats, jugglers, and clowns
Filled the West End with sounds
Saturday night as busy as ever
The pickpockets thought they were clever
Approaching the people with stealth
Lining their pockets with stolen wealth.
I drowned it all out
Wondered what she was all about
I asked if she wanted some food
I saw she relaxed, that was good.
My wife bought her burger and fries
I saw the gratitude in her eyes.
I wanted to help this woman on the streets
She had more potential than one normally meets.
She once was a doctor you know
She lost her husband and her daughter
Life dealt her a mighty blow
She said between bites and some water
I asked where she would spend the night
On the pavement she said, it's alright.
I was glad it was summer.
I thought as I dialed the number
My friend who runs a shelter answered the phone
This was now up to me I would not leave her alone.
Melanie has now fully recovered
A brilliant surgeon we discovered.
The shelter still runs with a steady flow
Destitute People come and go
Melanie contributes to the cause
Fund raisers thunder applause.
You never know who is down and out
Help, No one should go without.
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How strangely life will turn around, reverse, then come again
I remember how he would tiptoe in, from a warm and downy bed
He’d wink at me, then beckon me, while twinkling stars peeked in
In kitchen light, a bite to eat, a midnight snack, he said
I would pour the milk, and he would smile, then carefully tear the bread
The staff of life, a simple thing, these two small bowls of wheat
My Dad and I, the broken bread, with milk on top, or cream instead
A bit of sugar or honey dripped, to make it slightly sweet
Such a little thing, so comforting, and helped us both to sleep
And in my care, his dwindling years…especially at the end
He was fading then, no appetite, few foods that he could eat
Soft bread I’d make, with milk poured in, would help us think of then
I’d sit upon his bed and talk, and help him spoon some in
The things in life turn inside out, somehow come back again
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For the Contest: Sponsored By Regina Riddle "Intimate Relationships"
She sat there waiting, patiently,
Assured of her success,
Indifferent to the certainty
That she would cause duress.
She'd spun a trap so beautiful
It seemed a work of art,
Its gossamer perfection
Like the poison in a dart.
My bird's eye view allotted me
A close-up of the scene,
The window pane the only object
Coming in between.
I missed the grab, but fascinated,
Watched that silken thread
As it wrapped around the victim
Which, cocoon-like, hung there dead.
How heartless certain creatures seem,
But aren't we the same?
Though we lack the spider's ways,
To some, destruction is the aim.
For a bully isn't happy
'Til he savors the defeat
Of his splayed-out prey, but spiders
Merely want a bite to eat.
Fuzzy socks and crocs, oh my
Try some, buy some
Wear them high
Pair them, share them
To be nice
Take them home
For half the price
Crocs on socks are best displayed
When you lead
A big parade
When your socks
Are clean and pressed
Other folks
Will be impressed
Wear your socks to beat the crowd
Fuzzy socks
Will make you proud
When you have
A bite to eat
Crocs on socks
Will guard your feet
When they clamor for some meat
Give them something
As a treat
Rubber ducks
And plastic snakes
Pizza pie
And chocolate shakes
Wear them on a rainy day
Keep the snails
And worms away
Soak them well
Where gutters run
Dangle them
To have more fun
When your day is incomplete
Walk them down
A busy street
When the rest of you
Is nude
Socks reveal
Your attitude.
Submitted to the
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
On June 10, 2021
Vance Plans a Vasectomy
By Elton Camp
Vance heard a vasectomy was the way to go
He didn’t know a lot about it, though
But had read all that he wanted to see:
That no more children is the guarantee
In the waiting area he had to have a seat
Since the doctor was having a bite to eat
The doc sat on a table just out of sight
Of a hot dog he was about to take a bite
But he clenched the bun a bit too tight
The wiener then shot out of his sight
In the waiting area, it dropped to the floor
From Vance there was heard a startled roar
“I didn’t understand what this was about!”
Vance said as he jumped up and ran out
Not Like We Did
Sometimes I wonder about the good old days
Growing up and parting ways
Sometimes wish I could have stayed a kid
They have good times now but not like we did
Painting ghosts on store fronts for Halloween
Stop at Mike's and play the pinball machine
Go for lunch down old Broad Street
Get a hamburger from Texas Pete
Friday dances in the gym at Saint Jerome
Stop at the bowling alley before going home
In the Vic is where I first got kissed
At the Coffee Cup, we did the Twist
The Coney Island and the S and A
Stopped at the pool room almost every day
Behind the Acme lot there was a circus show
Swim in the summer time at the Bungalow
Stop at the station waiting for the train
Deliver the Courier in the pouring rain
Watch a parade on Decoration Day
Flowers for Mary during the month of May
Little income but we were all well fed
Danny sold Italian bread
Back porch picnics and we played wiffle ball
Free movies in Middle Ward park, we had it all
Church picnics at Dutch Hill Park
Play in the street until well after dark
Small man thrived, a living earned
Tamaqua was where we grew and learned.
We had sports heroes when I was a kid
They have heroes now, but not like we did
Stadium was filled for the football game
Basketball season, the town did the same
Roller skating on center Street
Stop at the Five Points to get a bite to eat
I look back and my memory thrives
So many good people have touched our lives
I approach you
with these fragile
hands, begging
for a bite to eat.
You see it's been
hard for me, living
in these streets...
Life's been cruel
to me !!
I haven't slept in
weeks, haven't
showered in months.
I get kicked
and spit on.
I'm walking around
in these crowded
streets, alienated
like I'm a disease.
I'm a bum is
what they call
me.
I wasn't born to
live and die this
way...
But society has
given up on me
as I lay here dying
in these streets...
With no food
to eat !!
No family back
home to call my
own....
Just another causality
neglected by the people
I defended in war.
It's not my fault
I came home all
screwed up, and
in the end this is
where I ended up.
God bless America
Written by: Poet Shi
In the midst of the
asphalt homeland
One does see
Some natural life at times
As I sit on a bench
in a park
on the Lower East Side
a squirrel comes by
with a shining eye
This squirrel decides to approach me
Hoping for a bite to eat
His bushy tale is gleaming
and I am glad to see his bright eyes
I become elated
So I watch the squirrel
and feel a little guilty
that I haven't fed him
Another day in the asphalt homeland
Made a bit brighter
by a fellow traveler
on this long journey
into the unknown
I lean into the fridge to get a bite to eat.
And as my nose attests to,it doesn't smell too sweet!
I'm trying to decipher what that is in that dish.
And much to my dismay,it's month-old tuna fish!
There's odd assorted bowls of only God knows what.
They've been pushed to the back and hidden there by glut.
I'm so mad at myself for letting it go this far.
I even found I'm cleaning out an empty pickle jar!
Potatoes growing fur and other nasty things.
Moldy bread,soured milk,and dried up chicken wings.
The nose knows that I should learn to fix just what I need.
Cos' leftovers land in the ozone,of this I must take heed!
for contest"Offensive Odors or Noise Pollution"
sponsored by Susan Burch
I tried to cross the lawn this morning
From my house, out to the street
In hopes that I could find a place
Where I could get a bite to eat
Boy, this grass grew fast and tall
It looks like it could reach the sky
And the droppings from the dog next door
Got to be a mile high
Another soggy wet Newspaper
Just laying in my way
I wish the kid would learn to throw
And reach the porch, some day
Across the lawn I stagger
'Till I reach my favorite plant
I guess it's just another day
In the life of this here, Ant
My heart beats faster with exciting
Realistic fantastic things to do
Technology at hand I can login
From wherever I find myself
So I can do my work on the move
Meet with friends and chit-chat
Have a quick bite to eat
Walk the ramps of life
Be at the office
Blessed with so much energy
My hectic schedule requires me
To be here and there simultaneously
Too little hours in the day
I’m making waves
To get all to play the game of being
Released in to the world
No blinkers
Meeting poets from across the globe
Posting in over sixty groups
Part of admin in two
I’m simply a busy bee
On the move
25:02:13
Dad, I'm writing this letter today
Because I have so much to say.
A year ago - you left this world behind,
so many thoughts are running thru my mind.
You took God's hand - you no longer could stay,
To love, to laugh, to work or play.
You've known me since I was three or four,
And for a dad - I couldn't ask for more.
You adopted me when I was so small,
And watched me grow up thru it all.
So many times I stumbled along the way,
But you told me everything would be O.K.
You knew my hip didn't work quite right,
You said "Son - keep going, put up a good fight".
The doctors didn't know what to say,
Except that I'd never walk another day.
You told me to prove the doctors wrong,
You and mom backed me all along.
Sometimes I'd ride with you to town,
You always kept me walking - you never let me get down.
When you were busy - I'd still have a ball,
Cause me and mom would go to the mall.
Sometimes we'd stop for a bite to eat,
Then back to the mall and back on our feet.
Remember when - we'd all go for a cruise ?
It wouldn't be long, til I'd be taking a snooze.
- Created By Robert Allison 2006 -
My mom said she waited for her human to come back for her, but they never returned. A tear would sometimes appear in my mother's eye when she meowed about it. She never understood what she had done wrong. There was this one human near the tire pile I live in who is always throwing things at me and calling me horrible names. They even go so far as to make sure there is no water around or even the tiniest crumb of food. It gets so long in between having a drink or bite to eat, that when I do find something, it hurts to swallow. I just don't understand why humans treat me this way. I always try and wash myself, but there isn't much moisture on my tongue. I don't feel all alone though. I have seen humans who live outside, who have no food or clean clothes, or a place to live, who are also chased away and looked down on. I have even seen little humans live that way. One night the strangest thing happened. A bright star appeared in the sky and when I looked at it, I noticed that I felt like I was floating and found myself in the house of that human who tries so hard to scare me away. The next thing I knew, I was inside the human, and I'm guessing he was inside me because he looked in the mirror and arched his back up, hissed loudly, then ran out into the night. I myself looked in the mirror and noticed how large I was. There was no doubt in my mind that I had plenty of food and water! I walked out to a room that had a very large white box in it. It felt cold when I touched it. There was a long, silver bar on one side that I reached up and pulled on. It felt very odd standing upright, but it did make it easier to reach things. To my amazement when I opened the big white box, I saw stacks of all sorts of food. ( to be continued on part 3).