Best Buffets Poems
I used to be free
Acrobatics in the air
I would soar with flair
From here to way over there
Fly away
Into my dreams
Free as the air that brushes by me
Anywhere I could be
Whatever tickles my fancy
I could be the fly on the wall
Or the annoying one
Tickling life and all of you
Laughing as I fly so free
Oh how I could dance in the skies
Landing on buffets to delight my eyes
Feasting on gourmet of french cuisine
Life so joyous from high in the skies
So one day my life came crashing down
You imprisoned me to the flyers pound
I could not escape you have me well bound
Now I struggle my life is on ground
No more flying, no more freedom
I am now all tied up and
Stuck on you
To my death I will hate this fate
Regretting the day you and I made that date
Landing on you was death in black
You are the one to steal my last breath
You are……..
Flypaper
I, the Fly
Categories:
buffets, adventure, butterfly, nature, nonsense,
Form:
Light Verse
I seen your face
I felt your embrace
And it just wasn't the same
I finally walked away without lookin' back to call out your name
Once you were my best friend
Once I swore I'd be yours to the end
But I guess its time to say goodbye
Many of times you have clipped my wings but now its time for me to fly
I still remember all the drunken fights
I still remember all the sad lonely nights
It was constant infedlity
My only prayer was to be set free
Thats not a place a girl can call home
Life is better when I'm out on my own
Sleepin' in alleys, living off dumpster buffets, and seeking dope
Stealing and lying is no longer my only hope
I won't fall for what you have to say
I refuse to cry for you today
I have come so far and moved onto something more
Life is better than ever before
But I guess its time to say goodbye
Many of times you have clipped my wings but now its time for me to fly
Categories:
buffets, inspirationaltime, prayer, life, me,
Form:
Narrative
As Noah gathered his flocks, and he gathered his herds
Two by two, from the frogs, to the birds
They would follow the leader, right into the ark
Indeed, he was told "Build a ship, and embark!
There's a flood coming soon, 40 days, 40 nights
Some thought he was crazy, his decision a plight!
Noah's two monkeys, had a devilish side!
They quickly jumped on the back of the elephants' hides
They took unfair advantage
Even carrying their luggage
While these jumbo sized taxis....gave them a ride
Horace and Doris were at the end of the line
As tortoises go, they would need extra time
Inching their way up, took an hour...so slow
While the rest of the group, cheered them on from the bow
till finally they were sealing ship's bolted door shut!
And soon rains were pouring, first sprinkles, then lots!
At dinner each night, as they would gather to dine
Like a cruise, quite gourmet, .....big buffets , even wine
They bought in the first course, a huge bowl of soup
In the hot broth was a rabbit, swimming in loops!!
"Oh Noah! Come quickly!"..."There's a hare in my soup!!"
And soon all the twosomes, were laughing and hooting
The ark was party, filled to the brim
Two for the road, and one for the swim
They would follow the leader, right into the ark
Indeed, he was told "Build a ship, and embark!
There's a flood coming soon, 40 days, 40 nights
Some thought he was crazy, some partied all night
But the risk was a good one, it seems he was right!
Circumstances might make us lose faith in our whims
And it might look as if all our chances are dim
Do not give in ! Or at least have fun
For laughter's the best medicine under the sun!!
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Categories:
buffets, animal, humorous, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
Cower from the buffets of horizon-spanning wings,
scream and run in terror that the monster surely brings.
Escape into some shadow, care not for scars or stings.
For far worse fates await you with the coming of a dragon.
Tremble in despair as you behold the fearsome fire,
licking all the land and sending thick smoke ever higher,
Shiver, though the heat is such that your steps quickly tire.
You are nothing but a speck before the fury of a dragon.
Leave aside your weapons, they cannot leave a mark,
iron scales cover her, thicker, still, than bark.
Mourn, for all resistance is doomed to meet the dark.
No mortal man can halt the fateful footfalls of a dragon.
Curse, for off she carries what we earned through sweat and tears.
Our meager stock of treasure we attained throughout the years.
And what is worse, our future bread on stalks still scorching sears.
There is no mercy left within the black heart of a dragon.
Come, let us rebuild our wreck-ed city and our walls.
Join me and quench the blaze upon our burning fields and stalls.
Take heart, we've much to do afore the first snow forms and falls.
We have no choice but to prepare for the next strike of the dragon.
Written 4 April 2017 for "A Mythical Creature" contest, sponsored by Julia Ward
Categories:
buffets, myth,
Form:
Quatrain
A vibrant, wild woman took center stage at every family wedding or party
Long, flowing locks even in old age, she always embarrassed her brother Artie
Once statuesque at nearly six feet tall, Eva was a sight to behold at buffets
Plate upon plate, she piled food so high; restaurant owners said she ate with craze
Bubbling with energy that radiated, this former beauty queen knew how to dance
As a child she led me to the floor; we’d Charleston! Wild woman sure could prance!
As a teen she’d fallen into Hudson Bay; she learned how to swim, suffered no harm
She repaid the favor by training nearly every Jersey Shore lifeguard
Her tales were many and some seemed tall, especially to a child so small
But the one about dolphins saving her from sharks could certainly enthrall
Her loudly ticking old-time video camera was heard each time I was in a play
She never missed a performance, though she may have stood in the audience’s way
And Bob Hope called her up on stage when she and her camera stole his show
In saintly splendor she revels now, still radiating that winsome glow
Dedicated to my dear Aunt Eva.
Categories:
buffets, child, dedication, family,
Form:
Couplet
Foreign Travel- Portugal
It is all that is unspoken that gives a place its atmosphere.....the endless turmoils that come from living....peaceful Celts conquered by Romans
after centuries of resisting. The conquerers monuments still dominate large paved squares .....wide mosaic walking malls with outdoor cafes set a carefree atmosphere. Cobblestones retain the ancient tone of busy roads.
Teal seas sweep out to weathered coastlines ....white buildings jumbled over low hills. Resilient vineyards, olive orchards, cypress and eucalyptus trees, impervious to wind, dot the stony landscape. Dusty green foliage that triumphantly survives between rains.
.....And then there are the people- proud gracious and friendly. A cuisine that is complex but simple in a mind boggling variety. Delicate pastries filled with rich custards, endless varieties of savory pies. Earthy rustic dishes of meat,fish, beans and colorful salads. Buffets crowded with hearty breads, fragrant croissants and inviting desserts. A gastronomic adventure.
....next came the discovery of nesting storks at Comporte, a small coastal,resort town, one hour south of Lisbon. We encountered them in giant stick nests high atop tall chimneys on ancient buildings.
After that -was Casa Palmela ...our most treasured find. A regal, historic residence turned five star hotel. Grand in an old-world style.
Set on a vineyard with low white stucco walls, tall conifers and palms-low-growing with thick sturdy trunks. Who could describe the relaxed balmy atmosphere, the evenings discovering new delicacies and fine wines
in the warm glow of sunset. All too soon we had to leave
But then, why did we leave? To return again, I'm sure.
9/24/17
Foreign travel
Contest Judged: 10/7/2017 1:16:00 PM
Sponsored by: Thvia Shetley
Honorable Mention
Categories:
buffets, appreciation, environment, holiday, travel,
Form:
Narrative
When Little Miss Muffet
first visited buffets,
she’d choose simple entrees,
cottage cheese
Until one day in line
a grand gourmand spied her.
He advised some cider
and egg foo young.
Now I'm the frightened one;
ev'ry night of the week
new gourmet food they seek.
They're off the grid.
Heard they ran away to
far-off Cambodia
where fried tarantula
are tasty treats.
Categories:
buffets, 11th grade, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)- Translated by T. Wignesan
For Regina von Degenfeld at Waibstadt
-in respect and unending sufferance-
(Heine, a German Jewish lyrical and satiric poet, journalist and critic,
settled in Paris from 1831 where he married Eugénie Mirat, an unsophisticated shop-assistant which earned him ostracism and dispossession from his family and fellows, but he made her his only heir on the condition that she re-married so that at least one person would regret his passing. In 1858, he was hobbled for life by spinal paralysis.)
Ich weiss nicht , was soll es bedeuten,
Nonplussed am I, what could it signify
Dass ich so traurig bin;
Plunged as I am in such a dejected mood
Ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten,
A fairy tale from times gone by,
Dass kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
In thraldom wrapped forever to brood
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Soft the cool wind buffets as the day beds down
Und ruhig fliesst der Rhein;
And ripple free courses the Rhein
Der Gïpfel des Berges funkelt
Mountain summit lights scintillate crown
Im Abendsonnenschein.
Divine in sunset shine
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Exquisite maiden perched is she
Dort oben wunderbar,
On high there resplendent
Ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet,
Her golden accoutrements sparkle free
Sie kämmt ihr goldnes Haar.
As golden tresses combs she concupiscente
Sie kämmt es mit goldnem Kamme,
Flaxen tresses combs she with a golden comb
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
While luring strains her lips release in lyrical glee
Das hat eine wundersame,
Tinged in a soothing tuneful hum
Gewaltige Melodie.
Mighty stirring melody
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
The rower in his narrow boat
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
Seized is he with bewildering pain
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
Oblivious is he of the Rock’s craggy grotte
Erschaut nur hinauf in die Höh’.
His eyes remain fixed high above the narrow main
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
I believe the waves did submerge
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn;
In the end both boatman and rowing boat
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen
And the deed did with her singing merge
Die Lorelei getan.
That Lorelei had wrought.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, January 23, 2021
Categories:
buffets, angst, fear, gothic, song,
Form:
Quatrain
Once a man of steel,
cuckolded by foreigners,
made to bear a rusty belt
And belch hapless smoke in shame.
Once a spiderweb of commerce-
now a conglomerate of strangers,
united by dementia-ridden streets
frayed and cracked by Erie’s buffets-
but the breakwall soldiers still hold the line.
As do the masses, when they can stand
the agony of Sundays as crying sots,
drenching the gutters in saltwater
beers, burying the despair behind
frozen, grim, angry brows.
On they fight, under the evergaze
of endlessly winking red guardians
who still believe, as the men below,
that Cleveland still rocks, on and on.
Categories:
buffets, home, life,
Form:
Ode
I sat there listening to your words,
as you told me
Told me, you felt my pain and cried
my tears
Telling me you missed me, each and
every night
While I cry, my sad sounds
Pouring my heart, releasing my
roots
Listening and believing your words
Until, shadows start coming out the
dark
Truth, shines upon my rose bush
Telling me, your not telling the truth
Thunder, keeps hitting my eardrums
Trying to show me, you
I sat there listening to your words,
as you told me
Told me, you felt my pain and cried
my tears
Telling me you missed me, each and
every night
While I cry, my sad sounds
Pouring my heart, releasing my
roots
Listening and believing your words
I opened, my soul and listened
I relax my body, and took all the
signs
Realizing, I'm hurt at the end and
destroyed
I'm home, suffering from this pain
of love
While, your out having a good time
I'm home losing weight
While , your out eating at buffets
I'm home, not committing adultery
While, your out sinning under our
skies
Creating more and more lies
Not realizing, shadows do come out
They come out the dark
I sat there listening to your words,
as you told me
Told me, you felt my pain and cried
my tears
Telling me you missed me, each and
every night
While I cry, my sad sounds
Pouring my heart, releasing my
roots
Listening and believing your words
I sent you money and cater, from
afar
Understood, you are my husband
Under God, I shall obey
Obey , his laws
But , who's laws, do I obey
When all this sin, is in my skin
Ripping me apart
Far apart, from the one, I love
I sat there listening to his words, as
he told me
Told me, he felt my pain and cried
my tears
Telling me, he missed me, each and
every night
While I cry, my sad sounds
Pouring my heart, releasing my
roots
Listening and believing his words
Now!
What to do, my mind is so confuse
Confuse on walking away or staying
I guess, it's not up to you
Now , that I know the truth
The truth about listening, to your
words
Categories:
buffets, husband, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Heavenly Things
Eggs for breakfast and oatmeal with honey
Buffets with sushi and boyfriends with money
The tranquil room when my roommate's sleeping
These are a few of my favorite things
Criminal Minds and sermons of Joel Osteen
Girl with Down syndrome crowned Homecoming queen
Waking up to coffee in the morning
These are a few of my favorite things
Sparkling water and artificial sweetener
Playing Scrabble and California weather
A seat in the bus where no one's sitting
These are a few of my favorite things
When my brain rings
And the day stings
And the clouds are dark
I simply think of their silver linings
And I don't feel so stark
Categories:
buffets, humor, pets, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Sherwood Forest's were you'll see
Men are being so merry
With their leader Robin Hood
Always trying to do good
One day he made a decision
He needed a nice vacation
So he did a little packing
His excitement was not lacking
Soon he'd be in a great place
Different things he would now face
Some would be fun and unique
Like accents when people speak
Tall building and scenery
No more of the greenery
That he always wakes up to
With a sky so pretty blue
Stores with new and fancy clothes
Not like his from days of old
Concerts, movies, and buffets
Street vendors and whacky plays
But some things he does not like
Seeing lots of people fight
Being mean and really rude
Not used to this attitude
He sends for his men so merry
Asking them if they can hurry
There's an lot they need to fix
So he pulls out all his tricks
Language that nobody's heard
Saying kind and caring words
Spreading joy and happiness
City folks not used to this
Start to glare with a bad scowl
People just want to act foul
This makes Robin feel threatened
His men and he pull out their weapons
And start shooting bows and arrows
Making a path long and narrow
Easily they can escape from
This vacations finally done
Back to his home he gladly goes
Where cheer and joy easily flows
Categories:
buffets, books, journey, vacation,
Form:
Rhyme
STEP -CHILD
Small boat,
Step-child of the sea,
Feels its way cautiously,
Knows its role:
Is merely tolerated.
Uwanted offspring
Feels the roll of the waves;
Unwelcome intruder
Momentarily gathers her strength
In a rare flat calm,
To withstand the buffets:
Splash of salt shaken
Into the eyes of the bow,
Shudders at comber-crash into side,
Wave-driver wind chops the deck
Rocking and pitching entirely
At the mercy of the sea.
The sea holds the boat’s
Life in its hands,
Resents the volume she displaces,
Always ready to say goodbye
With one final wave.
A relief to make land -
Welcome solidity,
Hold cap, raise collar, turn inland.
Categories:
buffets, boat, metaphor, sea,
Form:
Personification
UNFINISHED IN CONNEMARA
Small drizzle - or sea spray?
Wets the face - not enough to teardrop.
Above a cold damp brow,
Beads edging down the black wool -
Not heavy enough to run, nor wet enough to drip.
Tiny Atlantic turbulence in my hatted ear :
Flurrying, blustering squalls.
Buffets of whetted wind
Bring back Connemara
When she was there.
As in a seashell.
............................................................
Note.........Connemara is a bleak but beautiful remote part of Ireland - always rainy and windy
Categories:
buffets, weather,
Form:
Free verse
Las Vegas. We will have a blast! Have your husband get us tickets.
My husband got them, encouraged me greatly.
All was terrific.
Las Vegas never sleeps.
But we did.
With blinking lights, car horns, and a constant drone
Outside the windows.
So we barely slept.
We went to some shows.
The Beatles "love" show was awesome.
David Copperfield's magic show still has me amazed.
I let out a scream from hell when he appeared in front of me
Several hundred feet from the stage where he just disappeared.
I had blisters on my feet by hour two.
By day two I was running around Vegas in slippers
Because my feet were too swollen to wear shoes.
I was limping and leaning on my friend, miserable.
We were up early. No one else seemed to be.
We saw people sleeping on the sidewalk.
One or two had their butt cracks in the air.
I would have covered them but there are no blankets.
Vegas is a place you need to see,
But I would not recommend going there more than once.
The food is inexpensive, but the buffets cost more than a limo ride.
The people are accomodating, but full of bad directions.
We got too silly at gambling machines, and ended up leaving our shared
Cup of quarters in a casino. Driving there was treacherous and awful.
Last vacation with a friend I had traveled with yearly up until
This trip. Vegas - a trip of firsts and a trip of lasts.
Categories:
buffets, funny, travel,
Form:
Lyric