Best Dinning Poems
Your mind has designed the perfect lover
That sensitive man of your special dreams
You wait for him to rip off the covers
Late night dinning with kisses and moon beams
You are awake and still dreaming of him
That sensitive man of your special dreams
Alone in the night the lights grow dim
Thinking about love and what it all means
You are awake and still dreaming of him
Real life may not always be filled with steam
You try to be thankful but it seems hard
Thinking about love and what it all means
With imagination you play the card
Even though you're aware it isn't real
You try to be thankful but it seems hard
In the end you can't help how you feel
Even though you're aware it isn't real
Your mind has designed the perfect lover
You wait for him to rip off the covers
Shadows darkest upon oblivions within hibernal hiding,
Decadent dining pleasures of pandemonium’s presiding...
Waiting is Hades Lord of delivering diabolic deception,
Enslaved souls are surrounding sacrificial seductions...
Falling Angels of abandonment amidst condemnation,
Suffering in silent sorrows are anguished and afflicted.
omniscient presence
light emanating his love
jesus saving me
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...this verse can be read backward...
Evil Escaping
Hiding hibernal within oblivions upon darkest shadows,
Presiding pandemonium’s of pleasures dinning decadent...
Diabolic deception delivering of Lord Hades is waiting,
Seductions sacrificial surrounding are souls enslaved...
Condemnation amidst abandonment of Angels falling,
Afflicted and anguished are sorrows silent in suffering.
presence omniscient
love his emanating light
me saving jesus
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July.06.2020
My Faith Poetry
Sponsored by~ Regina Riddle
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Zombies ate my Christmas guests
Oh Lord you should have seen it
Don't know what the cops will think
But the neighbors won't believe it
Granny dodged and moved so quick
She ran like Herschel Walker
Just as it seemed she'd get away
She tripped, that's how they caught her
Uncle Fred was passed out cold
From slugging lots of scotch
So they put him in the blender
And started drinking shots
What happened to the others
Is a tale to gross to tell
But i think that me and grandpa
Are going straight to... well now
See grandpa is a Wiley one
And he knew just what to do
Smeared on blood and messed his pants
Then said you'd better too
The zombies still came after us
But when they caught our smell
stopped all of their snarling
And said welcome..... what the well now
So grandpa, me, and zombies
All sat at the dinner table
Drinking shots of uncle Fred
And dinning on aunt mable
A best-selling song was recorded by Mark Dinning.
In a string of sad songs, this was just the beginning.
In 1960, the lyrics conveyed teary eyes.
“Teen Angel” was a big hit, and it was no surprise.
Many sad songs followed this one up the Billboard charts.
Their lyrics described death and tragedy, breaking hearts.
“Tell Laura I Love Her” was sung by Ray Peterson.
Another great song was “Last Kiss” by J. Frank Wilson.
We have to include “Big John” produced by Jimmy Dean.
Some more great tragic songs made their presence on the scene.
“Ringo” was recorded by Bonanza’s own Lorne Greene.
“Dead Man’s Curve” earned a gold record for both Jan and Dean.
The Shangri-La’s song “Leader of the Pack” joined others.
There was “Ebony Eyes” by the Everly Brothers.
Two tragic melodies delivered by Dickey Lee
were the gold recordings titled “Patches” and “Laurie”.
That was not the end, for in ‘68 came “Honey”.
This was a number one hit so many got to know.
It became the best effort by Bobby Goldsboro.
However, during this time, not all songs sounded sad.
A few melodies came around that were not that bad.
Among the tragic ballads that were a plethora
was the novel song, Allan Sherman’s “Camp Granada”.
My favorite non-tragic melody one would sing
was the late Bob Luman’s hit “Let’s Think About Living”.
I really believe everything would have been so nice
if only more people heeded Bob Luman’s advice!
When dinning out in a restaurant there are things you should not do!
Please use the napkins that have been provided not the edge of the table cloth
while pretending to be absentminded and leaning lopsided
If your roll flies of the table politely say whoops or even oops will do
as long as you pick it up so someone else doesn't ski doo
When your belly is a little larger and is sitting on your plate
as you try to investigate what happen to your plate
sit further back or bring your own crate
While eating your delicious dinner you proceed to pick your nose
explaining to your guest a fly flew up your hole
when you know this isn't so
Now as for gas goes you feel your stomach start to rumble and roll
seeking a way out below
whether it's loud, quite, or a little tweak it's definitely going to stink
If you feel a burp coming on leaving a taste in your mouth
like that of a derriere
keep your mouth closed so nobody else has to wave and swear
Now ladies with the bright red lip stick who feel you have to rub
your teeth with your fingers searching for those sneaky food invaders
do it in the bathroom and you can even use your tweezers
When dinning out without a doubt good hygiene is a must
please at stay home if your hair is so greasy it's started to gather dust
While slurping can be a sign of good taste
it's not if you are eating in haste and half of the food is on your face.
So please show some couth when dining out!
T Reams 4/4/2015
In my soul I belong somewhere...
I don't know where I belong to.
Maybe somewhere to the distand land
where cacofony of voices
sounds at market place.
Where air is full of scent of thyme,
sandalwood and yasmine.
where the Moonlight
shimmers on the sand
when warm blood of setting sun
soaks into the night.
and Wood is cracking in campfire
while the flames dance
with sworm of sparks
where A storyteller
spells the otherworlds
accompaniend with the voice of the drum
The Sea sounds with eternal song
Under the starlight
the desert rose grows.
There I belong .
But now am homesick, yet at home
dinning with family, yet alone.
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
Have they gone suddenly silent, these yearlings tender lambs,
In the stilled quiet amongst the melting snows of winter,
The mountain fields run crimson, and an eerie stench oozing
Upon the winds of distain!
The cannibal lies within the forest of the towered halls,
In the giant fortresses of mankind, he does stalk amongst his own brethren,
No wolfed bite of treachery could leave such a mark of
Terror, as he the beast, whom would feast upon the raw flesh
Of his kindred kind!
A gentlemen chamleon blending amongst the tailcoats
Of learned men, sheathed within the amour of intelligence's,
A humanistic wolf moves flawlessly, within the herds of the
Meek and mild, to pick his victims of the city flock
At his leisure of desires pleasure!
Underneath the outstretched wings of the red dragon,
The bubbling caldron pot of truest evil, does runneth over,
With the gravy’s leavening's of the corruption and violence,
Welcoming this creature of the demonic to the dinning
Table of the unrighteous and wicked!
Black sheep, black sheep, do you have any wool,
The whittend lamb does ask, nay but in the woods
Therein, lies many go within the wolves din and take
What you like at your own risk of course, my innocent
Friend, but beneath the blackened skinned wool the
Wolf does smile, with a sheepish grinning!
In an extravagant restaurant a well-mannered gentlemen,
Orders the specialty of the house to go, later he adds
He adds his special ingredients, spiced to the taste
Buds of the cook himself, it sizzles with an unusual
Oromia of well-cooked human flesh, the cannibal
Smiles with delight at his culinary masterpiece,
As the police knock at his door, with a missing
Persons report!
In the jail cell of the lost souls, he the cannibal known
As Hannibal Lector has no regrets, except say one,
The meal he never got to finish!
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
My husband is a drunkard and abusive
Fuming……
Fight is a daily bread in my marriage,
I also lost a tooth in the process,
My body is mountain of bruises,
Blue-yes are like permanent makeup on my face,
I concluded that marriage is good for nothing,
He come home drunk in the middle of the night,
Even if the food is prepared and on the table,
He will wake me to sit right in the dinning to watch him eating,
Eating until he finish,
He will just speak a stupid things and force me to answer,
I answer or not answer the fight is on and beating went on,
I am the music in the ears of my neighbors,
Not when it is a payday for my husband,
He will push me here and there until i become angry,
Then the whole salary will be spent pleasing friends,
Until too little is left he will remember to come back home,
I am a poor woman but my husband is working for good salary,
I survive by the handouts from my mother,
Too sour, horrible and terrible,
But when he is not drunk he is little better,
When drunk, he is bad and even worse,
Everyday tears left a permanent mark on my face,
Stress and BP is finishing me off,
Each time I conclude to end this abusive relationship,
The obstacle is the children of the bitter relationship,
Back to forth is the same to me and I’m confused,
So much more bad to say about this relationship,
…Burst into cry, tears eroded…..
Please do not stress Mother dearest
As i do not want to add to your woes
But the dog has just come in covered
in ticks and fleas
And my sister and I have both knits and
scrapped knees respectively
So many troubles and this won't be the
last to try and comb over or sweep under
the already threadbare underlay or
cardboard box dinning table
Yet just more ammunition and stick's of
rock to be labeled and taunted by other's
with
Exactly just how much of laugh are you
having and enjoying at our expense
I've barely 23 cent's left after i've
settled my rent to patch up the
holes in the front door from the
bailiff's constantly knocking down
my door
But nevermind me what really strings
and breaks my heart are seeing my
children's faces bony and haunt
Like ghost's me do haunt knowing
hug's won't alone keep them warm
when the winter cold night's draw in
But those very kid's despite all of
this and apparently having nothing
are both happy and content at the
same time
Because 1 thing they know for sure
is that there are far worse fates than
being poor
So long as they know Mother loves
them
Grandpa has a car
A nice old red car
He loves to take it for a long drive
He calls the car, Missy
No one but Grandpa is allowed to take Missy for a drive
Grandpa has a cat
She is very furry and fat
She loves to eat the rats
I really don’t like cats
But I like Grandpa’s cat
Grandpa misses Grandma
He wrote her a song
She’s been gone for so long
I heard she’s dinning with the angels
I have never met my Grandma
My Grandpa is very old
His age I’ve not been told
I really do miss my Grandpa
He gives the best hugs
I can’t wait to visit Grandpa this Christmas!
By Sylvia Chika
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It’s one of the masters of colony domination
and the longest standing territory with unchanged defined borders.
The wave power of praia do Norte
attracts the unique technology of a wave farm existence.
In a compound of many flats, it’s the most reserved
and one of the twin sisters
in their menopausal period of the life imprisonment era.
The first domineering power to abolish human right repressiveness
which sustains the oldest alliance made in the world.
It’s a colourful identity, maintained by the porto
which has been imitated by regional powers.
Shines through a record-breaking Santa Claus parade
and hitting heights with a ‘half-a-county’ dinning.
Known continental praises of remarkable length in Vasco da Gama;
shows off mini-glory in the league of large firework rockets;
an intangible cultural heritage in the express exhibition of fatalism;
are highlights to its greatness
spreading from porto to Lisbon, then Braga to Benfica and overseas
contributing its ink, in the inscriptions of the developed giants.
Withered hands
Gold trimmed plate.
Crashed. BROKEN
To be its fate. Times and
Times again.
Review shards to be
Reglued. Never the same
Design. If that, then a
Kindred mind? Who fused
The perplexing design.
THEN a crescendo
Cascaded feet away.
Rushed TO fractured
FINE CHINA.
A MOSAIC EVENT
SMOTHERED DINNING
ROOM tiles. Even then
Time did not recognize
The task at hand. None
The less, urgency the
Atmosphere. SHOVEL WITH
CARE. MY DEAR, MY DEAR
MY DEAR. FOOD must soon be
Prepared.
I envision myself as a talented soloist,
After singing Elvis in the dinning-room, to a thankful audience
Would i be nervous or feel comfortable with the audience,
I would dream of wearing a beautiful gown.
Along way from choirs through the years,
Now I have the confidence and ability.
I studied with the Royal Conservatory of Music for a year,
I had to audition at the teacher's house in order to qualify.
I remember singing a very simple song,
Which I had memorized and accomplished.
Music through years and I am a fan,
I have a selection of songs, I like Kareoke
My favorite role models are Anne Murray, Neil Diamond and Michael Bolton and Elvis Presley
I like listening to Michael Buble.
Concert visitation to Neil Diamond and Michael Bolton concerts was very
exciting.,
i used to like the Sonny and Cher songs and wish I could sing with a
handsome friend.
I think Christmas songs are beautiful to sing,
I used to guide our senior choir on the piano.
To become a performer takes a great commitment and is very time
consuming.
I think of singing with my sisters and calling our group "The Serendipity Singers'.
My brother could record our music because he is n AV specialist..
Here's to hopes and dreams and I pray that God continues to guide us.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Our beloved father, a friend and excellent companion,
A mentor of excellence simply modelling a good life,
A teacher and Dr. guiding us with his great philosophy,
Athletic and a great fan of nature and the beautiful environment,
An excellent swimmer who guided his children to be good swimmers,
Father loved the cottage, every summer we would go there,
Our beautiful Mother would be there with him and us,
They were very happily married and reached their golden anniversary,
Congratulations parents on all those years of complexity and happiness,
A real friend and good listener to us all,
Someone who created miracles and mentored leadership and education,
Our father had a great love of God and Jesus and the bible,
A friend to us on our vacation to our favorite Limetree Beach paradise,
Housing us during a difficult divorce and comforting us and allowing us to be friends,
Years of happiness and dinning together and enjoying another's company,
Growing up with classical music, the ballet and the opera,
Mentoring music which began by singing around the house,
The beautiful wedding of our handsome son Kirk and his lovely wife Jenn,
Where he lovingly placed the honourable scarf,
We praise our exceptional and very handome father, grandfather and
great-grandfather Dr. Wolf,
St. George's Lutheran Church, where all the friendships began,
Mentoring religion and teaching, thank you to our beloved father,
He was very much liked by his friends and good neighbours,
You have joined our mother in heaven, we all love you and mother very much,
We will remember you forever with reverence,God bless you both and thank you.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Lost in confusion
A scar time will never heal,
A scar dangling in the hands of fate,
Take a glance at all four corners of the earth,
Some are filled with boundless joy at someone’s birth,
Yet some are grieving over someone’s death,
Some are drowning in the murky waters of starvation,
Yet some are winning and dinning in ululation,
I am lost in confusion.
Few woke up to a fancy bubble bath,
Millions to a bath at a local river,
Some countries are in the middle of bloody wars,
Whilst some are concluding peace treaties,
Some lovers are making up.
Yet some are breaking up,
Someone is trapped in the misery of tribulation,
Someone in the loneliness of isolation,
Yet someone is hogging the limelight
Cloistered in the world of fame
Some people are harmful, some helpful,
Some chose the ballot, some the bullet,
People love without reason, without reason they hate,
The heart that hurts beats the scar,
The scar of the mystery of life
The secret is to persevere,
To be better today than you were yesterday,
It’s better to die great than live grieving,
So I’ve been told and so I believe.