Best Food For Thought Poems
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Pack your bags dear, there’s a Croc near
And he’s creeping, through the night
With his eye on - on our old stead dear
And it appears - we’re within his sight
You know when that Croc smiles - shows his teeth dear
Concrete jungles start to spread
Whips the grass from right under their feet dear
Scams now filling, each word he’s said
What no scruples you ask, well he ain’t got’em you should know
Seeks locations both, far and wide
Look he’s sneaking - sneaking down the alley
Is there no - place - left to hide
Another Archway, off the highway down the road
Golden handshakes, don’t go the mile
Men in black suits they make it all happen dear
Sanguine red soon, turns into bile
With our kids dear – it’s the buzz 'we gotta go'
Family meeting place, just come on down
Try these milk shakes - they're just like the real thing
And these burgers, the best in town
Bet you a fiver - oh that bun is barely fresh
Kids now falling sick - while their doctors frown
Green backs talking – they don’t give a nickel
Have our bags packed
‘Cause the Croc is
Look out Sneaky Croc is
Sneaky Croc’s back
Back in town
EPILOGUE
Oh these outlets they keep spreading far and wide
In a hurry, they just can’t wait
Food so tasty, don’t you wonder ‘bout it all
No time to ponder it’ll make you late
Good old family name – so familiar dear
Look out folks for, deceit and lies
Another archway - around the corner
Now that Croc is stopping by
Look out OLD Croc is back
Footnote:
On our recent visit to Japan I noticed the proliferation of Fast Food outlets. It is such a pity to see a country that was once so fastidious with their traditionally healthy diets and that of their kids, changing their lifestyle and falling prey to corporate fast food giants. Even the kids are now embracing this way of life.
It’s sad to see traditional food outlets also losing their livelihood as the trend takes over.
Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Chris Green on agreeing to spare some of his wonderful talent and collaborating with me to bring you this arrangement.
Thank you so much Chris.
Copyright © Maria Williams & Chris Green | 3 June 2017
Ahead of let us
Toss
Addressing
Whether or not
This poem is any good
Your brain
Has changed
Having read it
2/9/2019
In life many people will try to put you down,
sometimes, they will be direct but often sneaky.
Words are like weapons that leave deep scars on the soul,
these bullies in life just have one reason and goal;
to bring you down- laughing at the spirit they stole.
I want you the think hard before you let them win,
don't give them power to ever control your life;
a bully is basically a coward- be strong.
Turn and face them and they will run away so fast,
and you can dwell in sweet tranquility at last;
there are many- to friend, love in this world so vast.
I offer you food for thought- just be you, okay,
don't ever let someone tell you what you should do;
what you should be thinking- how you should act ever,
and I am going to tell you something, listen.
Don't ever, ever become the thing that you hate,
yes, your pride will want to get even but please wait;
no matter what has been done, be a person great.
___________________________
January 3, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Food For Thought
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1100-729-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Food For Thought
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
She is a Pacific ocean
Tranquil from outside
tumultuous from with in
Shallow it seems from the surface
But deep, very deep it descends...
And what things it carry inside
Lively Coral reefs
And Volcanoes
Ready to errupt...
A world that can never be uncovered...
She is a cloud
Floating on air waves
Struggling to find a place
Where she shall shower all her gems
And those won't go wasted
But will reborn the dead soil
And the sleepy seeds
So precious, so full of potentials...!
And yet she is a butterfly
But with the heart of an Eagle
Standing like a mountain
Against the Tsunamis
That rise even with pebbles, when thrown in the sea
Fragile yet very strong...
Emotional but Taciturn...
She is a Moon
With different phases
That come out to roam every night
To enlight the valleys
To listen to the untold stories
And go back in the morning to burry them....
She is light, she is beauty
A food for thought, a key to imaginations
And there she is, a flower
Scared of taking hands of her face
For she will be cut, put in vase and eventually thrown away
Does fate has this in store for roses?
She exists but she does not
Like stars on a full moon night
She is there... Yet invisible..!
She lives, but mostly in silence...!!
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Like the Pacific ocean she may look cool
But her heart and mind are like a bomb
Loaded with wild imaginations and deep emotions
Her heart finds solace in the stories of teleportation
Fragile and delicate like a butterfly
Yet strong like the mountains that stand high
She stays silent like the shy Moon in june
Though a 'Stream of consciousness' follows every tune
Afraid of people and the touch of time
But yearns to be worthy and bloom in her prime
She is beauty, only for the seeing eyes
And a food for thought but only if one realize
People have forgotten,
How to use the old grey matter.
They can make good conversation,
But it's mostly mindless chatter.
Seldom do they ever,
Hear the words as they are said.
They rearrange them and they change them,
As they swim inside their head.
Moving aimlessly about,
The empty cavern of the mind,
They often form new meanings,
Growing stranger over time;
And by the time we hear the story,
That began with just one line,
That was uttered in all innocence,
It has become a crime.
It's brand new news we haven't heard,
And it can really stink.
All because it was repeated,
By a mind that didn't think.
Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair
Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By Deborah Finneran :) 2013
I have this craving for the taste of your lips,
I just can't seem to satisfy it,
I want to exlpore your arms, your hips,
I'm longing so badly to try it.
I've got this craving for the taste of your mouth,
And experience all the passion it holds,
I want to show you what I'm about,
I want to caress your soul.
I long to run my hands through your hair,
And my fingers up and down your neck,
I want a kiss so tender it's barely there,
It would be so much better than I could ever expect.
I have this craving for the taste of your love,
My mouth waters as I picture it in my mind,
I want to be all wrapped up in your hug,
I have this craving for something divine.
If life is like a box of chocolates,
is it rude to ask for candy?
Can you really say with certainty
that you even understand me?
When life hands you lemons
I think you'd better run.
Cause life can throw a curve ball
and hit you just for fun.
I can do without the chocolates
You can keep your lemons too.
Life is what you make of it
not what it makes of you.
What is the value of time
The price of a tick or a tock
Some people say, "Time is money"
Yet they're always watching their clock
A clock shows time is passing or past
Look now and then look later
But clocks have a face with moving hands
And look nothing like a calculator
We know that time has value
Cause it's what we desire the most
Maybe not while we're wasting it
But certainly when death comes close
When trying to accomplish a feat or a task
Are you concerned with the time it takes
Instead of doing it regardless of time
You're thinking about time you could waste
I'll leave you to think on my favorite quote
This one's a little more pleasant
Yesterday is the past, tomorrow's the future
Today's a gift, that's why it's called the PRESENT
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Based on quotes by William Penn, John Wooden and Bill Keane
After Eight Mints
Anchovies
Apple Pancakes
Applesauce
Atlantic Cod
Barbecue Sauce
Black Bean Soup
Blue Cheese
Blueberry Pancakes
Brussels Sprouts and Lamb
Buttermilk
Caribou Liver
Carrots
Cauliflower
Chicken Breast
Chicken Patty
Chicory Roots
Chocolate Pudding
Chocolate Pudding !!!
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel
Coffee Cake
Coleslaw
Donkey Balls
Dried Plums
Durian Fruit
Garlic
Garlic Roast Chicken
Green & Yellow Peppers
Green Leaf Lettuce
Grilled Cheese
Hamburger
Hashed Brown Potatoes
Honey Pops
Horseradish
Iron Steak
Jellied bouillon with frankfurters
Jelly Sandwich
Marinara Sauce
Melba Toast Crackers
Milky Way Bar
Mozzarella Cheese
Muffins
Onions
Pasta Shells
Peanut Butter
Plain Bagel
Pot Pie
Potato Medley
Potatoes
Queso Asadero
Salisbury Steak
Shredded Gruyere
Shrimp
Smoked Chicken Sandwich
Smoked Ham
South-western Sandwich
Turkey Pastrami on Rye
Waffles
Weight Watchers Chicken Enchiladas
Whole Wheat Bread
He comments Beuys’ art
they hang to his dentalia
in slimy appearance
menus on wrapping paper
then
note the mental thing
yes, yes, he said so,
and where are the nuts
the crackers, the slow food
crisscross
crosscriss
a cookie with my coffee
still harvests thoughts
wrong war thoughts
so wrong during the war
November sun
warms a sanitary finger
and goldfish in my hand
hidden under fallen leaves
in brown memories
alma
Explanation
Joseph Beuys is a controversial artist, one of his
works is called 'food for thought'. I saw this at
the museum of psychiatry when I guided some folks;
theme of the exposition was "lost in memory".
Next to the museum is the garden where 3 of my
sculptural works can be visited. We did so.
Let’s just give this some thought, a little cash for the bank.
Here is some information for the old think tank.
Are you really pro-life or are you just pro birth?
We have some unwanted children right now on this earth.
What have you done and what will you do?
It’s easy to judge when there’s no burden on you.
The high price of gas will be your least expense.
Your taxes will now soar, that’s just common sense.
Think of the niece who was raped, maybe she was just a child.
An innocent victim of Uncle Chester, and not a girl gone wild.
Will you pay for the psychologist or the medication for her strife?
This special care will be needed for the rest of her life.
This law that was changed will not create loving homes.
More money will be needed for your local golden domes.
We’ll need more social workers and foster parents as well.
Will you open up your home? I guess time will tell.
Mark Koplin
6/26/22
a madcap poet
eats nothing but cantaloupe
prose never sweeter
an everyday sane bard
stomach sets off a raucous
he is starved for words
April 21, 2012
For Tracie's "Ku Ku Crazy Contest
A stitch in time could save nine that makes sense
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, that’s recompense
By hook or by crook, by the skin of your teeth, as old as the hills
You’re as young as you feel; come what may, keep taking the pills
Don’t upset the applecart, many a true word said in jest
Cut off your nose to spite your face, a change is as good as a rest
Nothing is certain but death and taxes, on a wing and a prayer
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, let the buck stop here
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, diamonds are forever
Better being safe than sorry, better late than never
A riddle wrapped up in an enigma, you have been warned
Because hell hath no fury like a woman that’s been scorned
I love food. Sometimes a little much!
Food for Thought
By Jan Beaumont ©?
Each country has food that they're known for
Their own local dish you might say
Some are delicious and some a bit strange
And some I'd just think 'oh no way!'
The Chinese of course have their dumplings
They love their pad thai in Bangkok
In Jamaica there's salt fish and ackee rice too
And most people like food from a wok.
They enjoy suckling pig in Korea
There are burgers in old USA
There's a prawn on the barbie in Aussie
And Italians eat pizza each day.
I have tried tasty frog's legs in Paris
But I didn't enjoy escargot
A tandoori chicken in Delhi's just fine
And black pudding in Scotland's a go!
I really enjoy a Greek salad
A hot bowl of pho in Saigon
Yakatori's a great way to eat in Japan
About food I could go on and on.
Of course there's roast beef in old Blighty
Consumed with a great Yorkshire pud
And smothered in gravy on Sundays
Could anything else be that good?
I love a nice tasty Welsh rarebit
In Canada they eat poutine
We live in one huge worldwide kitchen
I'm sure that you know what I mean.
But now we're back home in New Zealand
With our hangi, our pies, L&P,
Vogels bread and our great kiwi icecream
There is no place that I'd rather be!
-Food for thought...-
Distributed freeze-dried nutrition,
a consumers dietary attrition?
Constitutional, by institutional
conglomerate corporate ambition.
Do our politicians convictions
mandate our "home-style" traditions?
It's the consumption, of faux production,
that decays our human condition.
-Anonymously youRs-
(Copyrighted to DigitallyDefectiveArt)