Best Viand Poems
Green green
Ground playground
Alone
Green leaves
Green grass
Green nature
Beautiful more
More of greens
Orchids are hanging
Tuna fish my viand
Sipping chicken soup
An organic nature
Serenity…
BIRHUT-PPC
Layag Sug
Sushi Bar
Music and drinks poured;
Fresh sushi on her body,
He chose his viand.
I know the way you feed
your wife and children.
I see you asleep at daytime
as though it were night.
The bamboo floor
complains about your
body weight and
length of unconsciousness.
You move and change
position to achieve
the most comfortable
stance, and the kubo (hut)
you have built for your
family shakes, and the
loosely fastened or nailed
structures creak, and
it irritates the lizards
adopted by your
hospitable house.
The vacant, fertile backyard
shouts to waken,
but you are deaf.
The tansan (bottle cap) of newly
opened liquor of your
neighbor falls and
touches the ground and
clangs and, now,
cures your unique deafness
and wakes you up.
Your kumpare (male friend) invites you
for "one shot,"
but you violate some
math rules and
equate one shot
to two cuatro-cantos (gin).
You come home
zigzagging, uttering
words not found
in your undrunk vocabulary.
Before the door
you throw up and
feed the dogs
with your delicious pulutan (viand).
Your hungry wife
screams in anger
and sets innocent, empty
kalderos (cooking pot) in flight.
My home cooking zest verily exposed me
to cornucopia’s functional essence
since we in the family were nourished
with blessings'* bounty…
Tasty delicacies sizzled with love
when as early in the morning, coffee brewing
would turn to sweet blends of fellowships.
My mother’s viand cooking lessons
taught me basics of right menu preparation
for “life-balance” said she… along reinforcing facts
of good ingredients' mixing, “stirred with kindness
in humane dealings,” she asserted…
midst wholesome relationships
toward meaningful bondings.
My Dad’s supper cooking pursuits
admonished me about broiling tests
as well as roasting trials
that would reveal integrity’s credibility
together with sautéing demands
toward faith drive-acceleration
against slothfulness and fruitlessness.
Thus, my spirit delighted in every cooking quest
with my siblings and parents, while joyously
we would produce our assigned “specialty”
flavored as valued signature recipes
worthy to savor during dining moments
upon simmering conversation-bliss
of bubbling gratefulness to God and steaming triumph-praise.
*Deuteronomy 28:2 And all these blessings shall come on thee, and overtake thee, if thou shalt hearken unto the voice of the LORD thy God.
August 1, 2019