Best Feast Poems
The mean old housecat has bulgy eyes
when she looks at us in our fish bowl
Oh, how much we've come to despise
that big mouth of hers, the black hole
Poised to pounce with sharpened claws
She's taking jabs with hatred brimming
that ugly feline beast with drooling jaws
for us little fishes, innocently swimming
Our little bowl is cosy, room for only two
bad kitty on the outside, always looking in
If her paw ever grabs us, what are we to do
we’d be much safer in a smelly sardine tin!
If she ever catches us, we’ve got big troubles
perhaps in her dreams she sees us as fat trout
In fear we produced a stream of gassy bubbles
If only our owner would give bad kitty a clout!
All the chaos made us soil ourselves with poop
so we let that mean old cat feast on a tasty treat
When her nasty tongue slurped intestinal goop
the beast screeched in horror! Revenge is sweet!
Our owner came home and cleaned out the bowl
Soon we returned to our safe sweet smelling home
Kitty got banned but can see us through the keyhole
Now we don’t suffer from irritable bowl syndrome!
Passions burn in the depth of night,
Lovers yearning to be entwined,
Against the wind these birds own flight,
A trail hidden it's hard to find.
Emotions soar high out of sight,
As love explodes in hearts so warm,
They hold each other close and tight,
Embraced they lay in loving form.
This is how love can be for most,
Ever daunting to say the least,
But when it's found it's grandiose,
So succulent thy lovers' feast.
In their arms lie and be adored,
And feel the fires as they once roared.
(Eight syllables per line)
An oddly-shaped Thanksgiving bird:
quirky
turkey
What we call Grandma's mashed potatoes:
dreamy
creamy
How she adds volume to the main side dish:
fluffing
stuffing
What I always do first:
eat Gram's
sweet yams
Grandpa always slices the Thanksgiving turkey:
Harvest
carvist
Dad always brings a former Monkee's recipe:
Davey's
gravies
Aunt Natasha brings her vegan side dish:
Tash's
squashes
...as does cousin Reginald:
Reggie's
veggies
health-conscious Uncle Theodore is happy:
Ted eats
red beets
Cousin Jeannie brings her specialty:
teen Jean's
green beans
rustic Vern brings gourds from his farm:
bumpkin's
pumpkins
Great Aunt Esther sings an ode to the delicious greens:
salad
ballad
we all love her aesthetically arranged grains:
wild rice
styled nice
Brother Andrew provides chocolates for dessert:
Andy's
candies
Mom is always the last to finish eating:
savors
flavors
What I have after eating too much:
gummi
tummy
Written 20 November 2022
I saw magical faeries.
Tripping in and around
Sparkling wings shining
In the dazzling sunbeams
That transversally filtered
Through the mighty beeches
Of a Bavarian forest.
A royal feast proclaimed.
The mighty Queen arrived.
And took her place on a throne
In a prominent part of the glen.
Sumptuous abundant delicacies
Appeared out of nowhere,
Cheeses and pixie pears,
And saffron flavoured cakes,
Plus, milk laced with honey.
Enchanting lively music
Advanced towards the glen.
Happiness and Felicity
Thrilled the expectant audience.
Soon, darkness fell around,
But innumerable, bright glow worms
Lit up the secluded grassy glen.
Dancing thus began in earnest.
Until they tired out and all returned
To their cosy leaves to dream
About their lovely Fairy Queen.
red-breasted cherubs
nestled within mistletoe ~
holiday feasting
Holiday dinners coming
Time to sit and feast
Moms afraid of infection
She worries about the yeast
Uncle Bobby wants some Turkey
He's picked out the wishing bone
If he is finally Lucky
He won't have to go home alone
Now the Turkey is boneless
The bread is not rising
The gravy is all lumpy
Grandma cukoo is smiling
Little jimmy is angry
He just wants to eat
But his cousin Elizabeth
Is taking toe jam off his feet
I should have stayed at home
With food that isn't gross
But then I wouldn't have seen
Grandpa riding the pot roast
He thought it was a Bronko
He made a big mistake
It never would have happened
If he had stayed awake
Lucky mom still had the ham
The roast had been destroyed
After it had been ridden
It was easy to avoid
Once the meal was over
I was nothing short of glad
I shouldn't tell you about Father
What he did was really bad
He went into the parlor
To let off some nasty gas
Sounded like an explosion
I laughed off my silly ass
My sad tale is now over
Every story has an end
If you don't really enjoy it
Be kind and just pretend
Christmas Dinner With Humor contest.
Written Dec 5 2012
A hearty welcome to the feast.
I’m your host, the rhyming beast.
Great dishes I’ve prepared for you.
Please try each one on the menu.
Start out with the parodoxes
in these pizza looking boxes.
The more of them that you consume,
the more your stomach will have room
for all the other poets’ dishes.
Try Anachronism fishes.
Have some fun.
Taste a pun!
You might like a synonym.
Its flavor tastes like cinnamon.
Yes, similies I’ve plenty of,
and many of them taste like love!
The homonyms are often suite
and every metaphor’s a treat.
Taste tropical alliteration,
juxtaposed for a sensation.
For Onomatopoeia – Slurp!
Otherwise, it makes you burp.
Sip relaxing imagery
in a sweet green herbal tea.
Perhaps imbibe a nice red wine
while on a limerick you dine.
There are many plates to sample.
Sonnets and Rondeau are ample.
Try Haiku, Pantoum, Triolet,
and Villanelle for the gourmet!
Free verse, I’ll tell you by the way,
is likely not Soup of the Day.
Eat rhyme and let your taste buds burst.
Let flowing verses quench your thirst.
The feast is an extravaganza.
Bet you can’t eat just one stanza!
For Laura Loo's Best Rhyming Poem in March
March 21, 2018
10/1/12
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Many have abused and murdered using their religion to justify
Believing in a god will not save this writhing world
So what will?
God teaches us that only believing won’t cut it
There is something we must do
We must humble ourselves and strive to be holy
Because without submission to God,
Without humility,
Satan has a way inside
And he will use God as a weapon
And turn His people against them
But if we are called—
Those few who are called,
We must act to be lights of the world
Because faith without works
Means absolutely nothing
We all falter
We all break
We can all be submissive
And humble
Using God as our navigator to the gateway of life
No longer justifying our wrongs
But fixing them as we go along
*inspired by Jerry Degier*
With night vision eyes
she held her supper in sight
as she stooped unheard
Trash night
our street is lined with
overflowing garbage cans
because you have to pay x-tra
to have unlimited pick-up
the poorer class stack their trash to overflowing
the mouths of the cans propped wide open,
like a wino purging last nights glass-
The raccoons will move in
toppling cans -have a grand feast,
the remains of which blow into my yard-
and let me tell you:
this is one
junk food munching
fornicating
unpaid bill delaying
***** reading
corona drinking
mans avenue.
but I don't mind picking up after them...
the racoons
While taking a well-earned break
Enjoying the warmth of a sunny day
Feel the soft breeze brush against your face
Catch a glimpse of life renewing itself
Budding flowers, trees and the constant chirp
Of new born chicks tucked in their nests
I am grateful for all these simple things
Another day given with eyes to behold
These magical beauties of God's creation
A feast for my soul and eyes each spring
~*~
Lord
Your Word
Is manna
From heaven to
My soul. You have set
A banquet before me,
A feast of gourmet delights,
Waiting to be tasted, savored;
Spiritual nourishment for my soul:
Healthy and delicious, satisfying.
For Brian Strand's "One From Your Anthology
2 up to 12 lines Max contest"
3rd place
^she_
^she_ had a love/hate relationship with food
she only fed with her eyes,
i was a sparkless firecracker
and spoke English like i hated it.
not the least bit compatible
in any department
at any hour on any menu
she wouldn't even drink the water.
I would slip through the cracks
should she stop staring at me
up and down her beautiful 'it is'
she lit an incense and i was ignited.
i offered up an apple
a yellow delicious manifested
i peeled it for her
but she wouldn't taste it.
i laid eyes on her lips
kissed with dark secrets
an awakening of insects
with equal day and night.
She ate me with her eyes
clear, bright, ripe
it rained on the fruit
and i took a bite.
I spoke to the grain in her ear
i had so much to say
succulent was my speech
She took it all in.
potash, stolen, honey and rye
sup the festal dish don't cry
she had parted the thin line
between a want and it's fill.
I lapsed into that petri-dish
pierced by her green staring
Her warm glassy ogling
all up and down my countenance.
Nourished of palate perception
She relished on her diet.
I indulged as her entrée
feasting her with my gaze.
It would take a while
like a gala supper without wine.
^she_ would have no seconds
no weakness for flavor of the same.
well fed and fed up
she checked me out
her unusual hunger
gave me best regards
No repeats nor duplicates since
such foodstuff is most uncommon
Her daily bread was nurtured
with the edibles of my mind.
The End.
brothers and sisters
bow your heads
and lift your hearts
oh heavenly father
this morning we rise
and step a bit closer to thee
the twilight, the eyes that see
we give thanks and praise for these
may the fruits of our labor be bountiful
and the nectarine oh so sweet
keep the door to our hearts open Lord
so others may join us to feast
in Jesus' name
amen
From the table of their heart
The poet lets the reader feast
Providing them a banquet of
Emotional delicacies
With humorous appetizers
And delicious uplifting desserts
The main course can be anything
The poet dares to serve
It can come from the loft of happiness
Or the basement of despair
With tears of pain or laughter
Poured out to quench the readers thirst
Poured into crystal stemware
That sits upon the table of their heart
All are invited to this banquet
To taste the many treats
And dine on emotional delicacies
At the poets feast