An aardvark went looking for bugs,
but he found, to consume, only slugs:
he pondered his luck,
and soliloquised, “Yuck!
No wonder that people do drugs!”
‘the sole surviving minnow floats
recipe-laden toward the NGO* shark’
~ edie-bidi chili-bidi
Please write a 300-word
essay on the prize-winning
poem above. You may select
one of the topics below:
“The Role of Dietary Laws
in Water-Based Poetry”
or
“Cultural Mores in the Face of
Soluble Uncertainty”
or
“Psycholinguistic Advantages for
Poets of Double-hyphenated Names”
Please place your
smart-phones
in the box on my
desk… and begin!
*NGO = 'Non-Government Organism'
Good luck, class!
(You'll need it).
SOME NECK
There was a big and small giraffe
They were always up for a laugh
Following spurious dietary wishes
Ate up all the zookeeper’s dishes
So much food, it made them barf
O life, in plasma form! O red stream in my veins!
Cells, platelets, tissues, fibers, water, and salts wrapped!
O, you who carry oxygen to my each cell!
O, you who maintain minute warmth of my body!
O, you who clean my body's Carbon Di Oxide!
O, you who heal instantly inner injuries!
Sopping up and transferring dietary stuffs,
From peptic canal to my tissues constantly;
Pulsating my physique heartthrob incessantly,
O, you who keep me alive, alert, and active...!
Entwined with beliefs, rites and rituals vast,
My ancestors and descendants you bind steadfast;
You establish relationships based on your flow,
Fuse father, mother, brothers, and sisters in row...!!!
16 March 2023
B--Forms and Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
My new year resolutions are solutions for the soul
My changing evolutions for a lack of self-control
My ready revolutions for a day of liberty
Are heady substitutions for the way I wish to be
Number one is living for the lover in my life
The fun I may discover is the cover to my strife
The wife may not believe me and the changes that she sees
Like pirates munching carrots for the parrots munching peas
Number two is goodbye to the surplus in my house
The clutter is my purchase and the purpose of a louse
You could not fit or fling a ring for everything I kept
I guess I’m just a ding-a-ling for how my body slept
Number three is I will be more healthy than I am
To be less sick for those I trick who see me as a clam
To eat my foods in interludes of meals more than snacks
And beat the broods of hungry dudes who favor me on racks
I know the institutions will be proud of what I do
And I will be committed for a day or maybe two
My new year resolutions are the pride in how I feel
Like all my contributions to the dietary zeal.
It's Christmas time again
And it seems I am the winner
Because I drew the short straw
To host the Family Christmas Dinner
I'm stressing out already
Although it's still a month away
There's so much to organise
I should have started yesterday
I will cook way too much food
To cater for various dietary ways
But at least there will be leftovers
Crammed in the fridge for days
We will all eat far too much
Then some will need a nana nap
While others will be arguing
About politics and crap
The kids will spill their pudding
On themselves and on the floor
Some sentimental ornament
Will be broken, that's for sure
Grandad will be shouting
Because he's gone completely deaf
And Aunty Prue found wandering
(Honestly, we thought she'd left)
But at the end of the night, exhausted
When the dishes are finally done
I'll remember the day fondly
And look forward to the next one
Write a Christmas Poem poetry contest
29 November 2022
Sponsor Constance La France
Landlords are in the cemetery
Welcoming new comers as host
Who ain't any more dietary
Cos it isn't duly of ghost
Either to chance or grace do toast
But rather await fate's bread spell
Which can't deny its running coast
To be serve in heaven or Hell
Death is no doubt hereditary
Which doesn't matter earthly post
Let alone fear how dignitary
Or honor office life's signpost
Who often by their power do toast
But won't be bailed out of its cell
Even in healthcare when diagnosed
To be serve in heaven or hell
Though be it cum death's solitary
Whose power create fear in almost
All humans unlike military
Except Jesus the uppermost
Before death though not the utmost
But beings may heart his great farewell
Of sacrifice badge cum his death boast
To be serve in heaven or hell
Ask Jesus of how death pains ghost?
Speaking well of it won't help shell
The peace its call in pain engrossed
To be serve in heaven or hell
insects one two and three
a dietary substance for a megabat, me.
slurp slurp slurp
yum yum yum!
one thousand mosquitoes in my tummy tum tum
Watch out catfish, bass and bluegill.
Dive down quickly, and be really still.
My cousin bulldog bat is on the hunt.
He will snatch fish out of the lake.
Hide yourself for goodness sake!
EASTER THOUGHTS 2
FLOWERS, SHOWERS AND FLOPPY EARS - THE RODENT HAS COME TO TOWN
FROM EIGHTEEN MONTHS TO INFINITY - WE HASTEN THE TIME AROUND
LIVE OR STUFFED, WE DO NOT CARE - EACH TYPE HAS A SPECIAL FEEL
COMMERCIAL STORES DISPLAY THEIR WARES - SO, IT'S THE WRAPPER I WANT TO FEEL
WE ALL DON'T WAIT TILL SUNDAY - WE GUTS JUST WHEN WE LIKE
AT BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER - MORNING, DAY AND NIGHT
FROM YOUNGEST THROUGH TO OLDEST - SWEET TOOTH KILLS COMMONSENSE
FIT THOUGHTS AND DIETARY PROGRAMS - ARE LEFT SITTING ON THE FENCE
EASTER COMES AND EASTER GOES - AND THE EGGS THEY ARE NO MORE
THOUGH I'VE NOTICED HEAPS OF CHOCOLATE BLOCKS, IN THE SUPERMARKET STORES
William Hancock
04.April.2005
i've got this
under my
belt
meaning
my belly
is over
it so it
seems
to be
really
working
that is
this new
drink as
much
beer
as you
want to
dietary
plan
and
i'm
planning
to though
it may be
rough at
some
times
see my
way
through
because
it is better
to please
you than
to please
me
i admit
i can't
seem
to sit
still
but
i'll
still
try
to
wry
T
this
tonight i can't
find sleep
nasally not
sinus con
gestion but
brain con
stipation
as stupid as
that may seem
but beginnings of
too many poems
without endings
within me are filled
not necessarily
because of my
recent dietary
only drinking
beer and eat
ing cheese
that has
stopped
me up
i just
babble
yes i do
just babble
like a brook
or a stream
or a broken
record that
skips and
repeats
repeats
repeats
scratch that
i'm not a
broken
record
flip me
to my
b side
and
you'll see
or at least
hear that
i'm here
For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.
For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps with tomato and lettuce
hangs out with eggs, hard boiled and soft
mocks the ten condiments
bathes in the sinful seven
is prideful
lusts after
the last greed filled bite
of gluttony
provokes the envy
of slothful
greasy lust.
Ah, bacon
you grease the skids
of dietary destruction
stalk the fat cells
of cellulitic cravings
tempt the tendrils of scent
with your aphrodisial aroma
inducing a pheromonal fling.
Oh bacon
you promiscuous panderer
curvaceous little porker
I believe
I trust
I lust
in and after your truth.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2019
Came To Senses and Poems Create
Cooked my food and meal had created;
Cook book was old becoming outdated;
Reached my peak;
Became antique;
My meal and house do look dilapidated.
Up with thoughts of food mind did marry;
Could be when we went to a commissary,
My latest scare,
They would dare,
Only do have horrible food that is dietary.
Did Bake A Cake
Did bake a cake then take a break;
Trump fake news wanted to make;
He would adore,
While us bore;
Now is in lake after an earthquake.
Had put out food for birds and deer;
Ate it all up and then did disappear;
Horse home rode,
To beautiful abode;
Must be ***** are no longer here.
We wondered what was her intention;
Provide conflicting food she did mention;
Always a critic,
And Anti-Semitic;
Runs off mouth and needs detention.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
I turn over and stare
into those milk chocolate eyes
as they perfectly melt
right into mine.
I see your heart,
a freshly baked cookie,
a thick gooey layer of sweetness,
with a warm ganache at the core,
and it turns me into your
tall glass of milk.
Your toasted marshmallow scent
flirts with my dietary logic,
and makes its way down
my neck, leaving a sugary trail
of sweet morsel magic.
I give in and devour you
whole, lick my fingers.
I don’t care how messy it is.
Just wipe away these crumbs
from my lips.
What started as a simple indulgence
is now a double fudge brownie obsession.
I beg for more, I have to have that flavor
forever fused to my tongue,
I want to binge on your sweet taste
Forever, but I know I am asking for too much,
I can’t stop myself now. I know I need help
but the only thing that comforts me
Is your sweet milk chocolate eyes.
Like the dietary suppliment
love takes its compliment
the feelings' growth
heart's strenght
firm
steady
unshaken love
healthy and sound
true love finally found
heart beat, love's so proud.
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