Best Repast Poems

To touch a sleight
with fingers right
to feel your flight
take withered spite.
Let loose the blow
and block the flow
to fight to grow 
so all will know.
To seek to blame 
and not to gain
To play the game
but not the same.

To touch a right
with fingers sleight
to feel your spite
take...

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Croissant, crisp
buttered farm fresh
marmalade is laid
asking for a taste rape
orange juice, 
just taken
from crop gash
cashews,
fair and smiling
roasted fine
coffee,
musky
and tongue
soothing hot
bacons,
succulent
teeth,
deep sunk
eggs,
laid
by hen
taking
my name
made 
in boil,
scramble
and lette
thin
crust
of pizzaette,
plain and
meatless
green tea,
wafting
by the 
sea
simmering
and naughty
hunger,
in the dews
of morning
after a run
on health gun
repast,
invites
would 
you
join in?...

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Above
swifts feast and fly
mistles' munch snails nearby-
tea-time on the terrace, this hot
July....

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Roti dough is at the shop
Onions in a pot
Braised then add the potatoes
Mince and curry too 
Spice to your desire
Rolled up
Yum!!...

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fat motionless frog
accurate lightning fast tongue
feasting at sundown...

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         Didactic Cinquain



         Picnic
         Everyone loves
         Lunching, munching
     ...

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In reference to nothing
In search of itself
The truth burns in fury
An iceberg to melt
The legions are many
Believers so few
The stragglers all freezing
Alone in the pew
The mirror the liar
Death hiding within
The priest the deceiver
And threatens with sin
But the truth needs a champion
And sits on no throne
Lying...

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A sparrow stopped to sing to me as the morning set
Of chance born from fate for this living destiny
Unfolding for me as a many petal flower
Beneath the afternoon’s first kiss

I sing this evening of the dawning of day 
Whose bright beams wash over my skin
Like...

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SIX

To join the angels in joyful repast,
Where is no shame, nor overeating e’er,
Is her least gift, ‘tis given at the last…
Before, they stroke their golden dulcimers rare,
And sing like rivers babbling over rocks,
And sing like trees that whisper in the wind,
And sing like birds, a-winging...

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it is not with sorrow that I pack it away
in tissued hope of long past days
no common ground for it to last
a sated dream with a sweet repast

it is not with anger that I look back
on a path not traveled and the aftermath
the music beautiful...

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looking up into an after breakfast  blue morning sky
at a rapidly fading wind brushed skeletal sailfish
floating as high as I'd like to be
Half cup of cooling coffee beside me on the patio table
Beside the freshly opened green stained pool
That robot Guido is pulse eagerly...

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Repast for June 13th, 2020...
(and countless provender
scores of years gone by)...
to partake larding refrigerator cupboards
think respectable food vendor.

Courtesy Montgomery County
(Pennsylvania) Assistance Office in general
and Electronic Benefit Transfer
(EBT) card in particular.

Yes, I (a mere tenderloin) reckonize
a long overdue thank you
wouldrequiremorethanone breath whew
but a clear and
distinct preference...

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Fall
arrives-
hazel nuts
squirelled on the
lawn...

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slowly - a coolness rises
hints of a sunset repast
as a humble ambiance
embraces the heat of day
simmering the tedium
cleansing the city's palate
No waiting - setting for one

5/14/2020

Finish Line in Seven Poetry Contest
Sponsor - nette enclaud 
Theme #1 Taste of Nightfall...

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In reference to nothing
Alone with itself
The truth burns in fury
Damnation to melt
Its legions are many
Believers so few
The stragglers all freezing
And lined in the queue
The mirror the liar
Death hiding within
The priest the deceiver
Who threatens with sin
But truth holds dominion
Setting fire to the throne
Rising above and beyond
What's...

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