Best Main Dish Poems
Spring comes, cool breeze flow
conveying the message of peace
with a pleasant and perfumed blow.
Flowers blossom with redolent fumes.
Butterflies worried for their marriage
inviting friends,with paused tune.
Linda, Sandra dress up nice,
Jean, James come with smile,
Andrea, Anne please come in time,
Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile.
Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy
the decoration arranged by spring
the fragrance, main dish of party
served by pleasant wind.
Come with me to bless the couples.
Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms.
Grass hoppers are there
to welcome us, with melodious tune.
As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong
wearing emerald crown.
To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface
with carpet of grass, mild golden green.
I know, you all came with gift
to show your stardom.
Don't worry, I am here
please handed it over to me
without any confusion.
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Written on 29th April, 2016
I've spent sundials of time feeding ghosts,
teaspoons of fear
dollops of regret
pecks of what-ifs.
Just to keep them pacified
'til I could grow some balls and climb
the cold cliffs of courage.
but the truth is...
I'll never climb to higher realms
-don't have the gift.
though it took some time
I've accepted all of it.
I'm a creature born of the ground
made my nest in the good earth
I don't breathe stars
but I do inhale dirt...
I've grown up(somewhat) and tossed the ghosts
into a pit called self-forgiveness.
I still feed them scraps from time to time
but they'll never get what they desire,
the main dish with all the trimmings
silver-wonderful -shimmering.
I want to be the apple of your eye.
I want to be on your plate, your pie.
I want to be seen by you as first rate.
I want to be the main dish on your plate.
I want to be your rays of sunshine.
I want you over me to pine.
I want to be your favorite recipe.
I want to be to your lock the key.
I want to be queen of your universe.
I want not to be seen as everyone's worst curse.
I want this not to be a big secret.
I want to say, I've loved you since we met.
I want you to feel the same way too.
I want to be very important to you.
I want to be someone you accept.
I want this not to be a difficult concept.
I want you to love me when I make mistakes.
I want you to heal all my hurts and aches.
I want your love, that I might survive.
I want to have our love thrive.
I want to be secure and not afraid.
I want to know that our love's heaven made.
I want to know a love that's true.
I want that love between me and you.
I want you to know, in all this I say.
I want to know, do you return my love today?
They say that fishing is a sport,
but who wants to compete with a fish?
These small, slimy swimmers
often end up as someone's main dish.
The fish's pea sized brain
is usually fooled by store bought bait.
The only problem for the fisherman
is how long his patience must wait.
A fishing rod and decorated hook
lures the brainless victim to its death.
After its fins slap the human skin,
the fisherman brags with every breath.
A cold blooded fish's defeat
means little on the scoreboard of life.
If fishing is meant to be a sport,
why are the losers chopped up with a knife?
Rainy days chill makes me lazy here in my cabin
Only croaks of frogs, I hear, singing with no rhythm,
Snails crawl on the ground; earthworms are visible in my garden
Used them as baits, to the river I went for some fishing.
Yet water running from slopes makes the river cold
No fish on surface, they swim deep and avoid,
I stayed hours while singing 'Raindrops Keeps Fallin' in my Head'
But nay, no fish eats my bait; can I just shoot them, instead?
Sam said true, "Fish deep, fear not to plunge deep
Fulfillment is gained; why not face your fear,
Swim and play, water is enticing, dear
Water holds fun and lots from it to keep!"
I like to catch fish, though I cannot swim deep
Neither kill a fish, take off its intestines and gills,
Scaling it, cook and eat it in zest
I'd prefer catching fish and throw it back, I guess!
Hmn...I think I prefer it as a sport than feed
Yet I have naughty thoughts as I do the deed,
If my man is here, he may join me as we catch some fish
Ha ha! Can we make love before we eat the main dish? (Wink)
Inner Whispers
*****
Date: March 7, 2014
Light Poetry
7th Place win
Contest :
Gone Fishin'
by Caleb Smith
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table, with china, replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dishes fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits, it ain't supper 'thout bread.
Italian recipes I do absolutely love
especially enticed with some spice
plenty of water at your side
cools the tongue with a little ice
Spaghetti Bolognese is my fav
brings one such Italia taste
takes you back to la Roma
such memories not want to waste
Sitting at your table in anticipation
eyes set with hand on the fork
the waiter comes to your attention
brings the wine unpops the cork
Next the finale the wait's over
the main dish is in front of you
breathe in the succulent flavour
it just looks absolutely beau
Lean beef, onion, garlic, mushroom, chilli
ingredients making it the real deal
of course not forgetting the spaghetti
simply superb stunning what a steal!
some may pray
others stray
believe as you wish
life is the main dish
you may even hate me
just don’t hang me from tree
how we live is our choice
you may hear your god’s voice
live and let live that’s my life
see you in the afterlife
After dinner
Stomach claiming to be a winner
There is an ending that is sweet
A course defined as the meal’s treat
Small surprise filled with candy
Sometimes sneaking in a little brandy
Lighting a torch
Baked Alaskan commanded to go forth
Bringing the whipping cream
Finishing off an evening that was a dream
Started with a small plate
Appetizers to nibble on as the diner’s wait
Then comes the main event
Hunger gone and went
It is the main dish
Steak or seafood the customer’s wish
When passing this elegant time
Coupling it with the right wine
Whispering they converse
Not thinking about their money in the purse
Since it is a wonderful delight
Award winning in every bite
Leaving the table
If physically able
People at peace
Soothing the bitter in any beast
Next opportunity the dessert tray arrives
Give it a try
It is the final serving
To a special moment well deserving
No worries about the check and balance
Getting home may take some talent
When looking to the ceiling
Having that regurgitating feeling
Savoring it was pleasant
For once not being a peasant
Enjoying this culinary present
Where knives and forks
Do the work
Leaving celebration to pop the cork
Mr.Mish got screwed on the fish
He cried over his main dish
The dish was so screwy
Emitted a mewee
Jumped out of plate with a swish
I jumped from the plane while making a wish
My purpose and plan was feeding the fish
Now feeding the crocodile
I suddenly lost my smile
Invited to supper I'm their main dish
Reflections, come many a kind, yours one way different comes mine.
Now when I look in the mirror my image couldn't be clearer but is who I see the true me?
Because we are all like a two edged sword and the mirror image we see is also us backwards.
So do our images string us along, making us headstrong and all the time we see ourselves wrong?
Can beautiful reflections be achieved, through the extrordinary powers of the mind, if you work at it and believe?
Now her name was Affection such a lovely complexion, behold and get an ******** but she was very good at rejection, only collecting hearts for her collection.
Although, she was the main dish, elegant, swish, but she had a blemish, and it was hidden in her mirror image.
One day her bubble burst, no longer feeling her worth, it felt more like a curse. So for knowledge she started to thurst, soon found her reflection was her, in reverse.
Then her problems she addressed and did it with zest, her true self became manifest. A heavy weight was removed from her chest, she went from stressed to blessed.
So if you are experiencing rejection, people treating you like you have an infection and you can't seem to make a good impression. It could be misdirection.
When you look in the mirror, do you think, I'm too hip, I'm all that and a bag of chips. Maybe it's time to flip the script.
If you can't make a connection even with your beautiful reflection you're getting constant rejection. It's time to find your true Reflection.
can I have a silent treatment?
where no soul will hear my screams and lament?
it's shameful.. I can't even raise my head up. I can't bear to watch the sun blind me.
it's been two years, not even a feel of the breeze that comes freely did I receive.
why? because he chained me
he rode on me every day and night.
moaning ruthlessly into my fading drums.
where I laid was where I cleaned, ate and released those cloying fart.
he was the first and I was just 13.
not fully developed into a real flower.
he destroyed my ego.
stopped me from being informed.
had me for breakfast, lunch and dinner. In which there was appetizer, main dish and dessert.
he did not mind the fact that I wasn't a wood.
tears got disgusted coming out.
pains became a next door neighbor if not a pal.
the legs I called mine, tore open like thousands boils in it.
my own became a free will
he had when he wanted,
he told me he loved me
and that he was doing the right thing.
he lied...
he lied to me, plainly and I couldn't check.
who's fault was it?
he threatened to kill if I spill.
and shut the door of my lips with roses.
the worst that got me into this madness is.
he was my father.
Joulupoyta
Feast fit for a king on a day the king was born
17 Nov 2015
Joulupöytä (translated "Yule table") is the name of the traditional assortment of foods served at Christmas in Finland, similar to the Swedish smörgåsbord. It contains many different dishes, most of them typical for the season. The main dish is usually a large Christmas ham, which is eaten with mustard or bread along with the other dishes
Kennel brimming with dogs,
kibble and bits main dish,
kneel down get doggie kiss,
knoll walk a special treat,
kinetic happy feet,
know they need family,
kindly adopt they're free.
3-8-17