Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be your worst nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
as meals go it's now toast
and you've had your chips
At dinner, I was a bit edgy,
cuz my wife gave me a mean wedgy.
When I ventured to ask her why,
she said, "Cuz you're such a dumb guy!
I asked for meat pizza, not veggie."
orange pekoe sun burn
skin cooking like raw bacon
mosquitoes eat me
To start
plum tart
I scream
ice-cream
Please bake
a cake
Pinch, nudge
hot fudge
Oh my
peach pie
Oh man
great flan
Eclair
please share
Warm scone
my own
Sundae
fun day
Parfait
I'll say!
Can't stop
I'll pop!
three happy rotund frosty cold snowmen from Goff
decorated in Christmas red, singing their lungs off
We kept walking by and throwing coins at them
They are so eager and happy said my cousin Flem
We were so smitten we decided they should come to dinner
They begged off, suggesting they would like to be thinner
Snowmen can never be too round, I told them so please come
They arrived at six, and started their singing with a hum.
The grandfather clock
struck nine as the silver
platters were finally
uncovered.
Instead of the roasted duck,
a severed hand rested on the
bed of rosemary.
Before anyone could
scream, the mansion's
heavy oak doors automatically
locked.
The lights flickered out,
plunging the grand dining
room into pitch blackness.
A wet, heavy thud echoed
as the host collapsed onto
the mahogany table.
When the candles were relit,
a towering figure stood
holding a carving knife.
A porcelain mask reflected
the frantic, tearful faces of
the remaining guests.
One by one, the crimson
wine on the tablecloth was
replaced by a darker red.
Breath was held beneath the
long drapes as heavy boots
approached slowly.
The figure stepped over the
furniture, whispering that
dessert was about to be served.
Crab grass crawling in July
Rainbow ribbons in blue sky
Wafting smells of dinner time
Radio yells song of summertime
We have enough stuff to make dinner for anxiety.
All of the empty fixings we raise our laughter to.
He comes over once a month, every two weeks, once a week.
Settles down like tile patterns in the kitchen.
Anxiety has wit and is not scarce.
Blooms of stocking stuffers when it’s not even Christmas are deadly.
Maybe I’m brave enough to be spilled all over.
I have anxiety in my twitchy scalp.
We really do have enough for dinner.
The steam from the boiling pot is withering.
WAS UNEXPECTED
THANKFULLY, NO ONE SHOT DEAD
ROOM WAS FULL OF DREAD
Each time we speak whether it be to a medium or in person, we can feel something that we cannot explain. Each time we have to give each other a hug before and after we speak. Having dinner together is a blessing has we enjoy each other’s company and can be ourselves with one another. Eventually a kiss will enter into that hug and who knows what God may take it. We're going to ask if our lives are guided to what we need to have in life in accordance with his will. The mysterious ways we were told about his craft are coming to be true. Even if the events bring us maybe sad, it will not always be so. For growing towards one another is not always an easy task. But the love and the end Will be justified even if it seems to be unclear as of now. I am being guided by his will to give three powerful words that I hardly ever say to anyone, if anyone at all. These words are only meant for you as you are the missing rib. The words are “I love you.”
Guess who is coming to dinner?
Didn’t expect it
Didn’t even invite
It was the President’s request
Give or take
The President of the United States wants to have dinner at my house
Why my house, go figure
He won’t be a king
I am the king, and it’s my house
Dinner won’t be anything fancy, just cheap
I will order from Burger King, McDonald’s and Chicken Delight
You know the slogan, “Don’t cook tonight call Chicken Delight”
Why should I cook?
The President has prices in a mess
In fact, I feel as a voter, I should be invited to the White House
The President will have to bring the wine if he is going to dine
Since the President is cheap on “We the People”
He will get a taste of his own menu
My house is plain and simple
I should invite the GOP and Democrats to be witnesses at this dinner
Make a party out of it
Invite the media
I intend to show the President in how to be a Humanitarian
I will take action
Just watch me work
The President is lucky I won’t be serving layovers.
C=Coconut Cake is for me.
O=Over the tongue to my belly with glee.
C=Crack open a coconut with love for thee.
O=Open slowly a gift from the tree.
N=Now grate the white meat is the key.
U=Using in the cake and icing by the sea.
T=Totally heavenly we all agree.
C=Coconut Cake is for the Easter Bunny.
A=After dinner that is on the money.
K=Kate wanted to add some honey.
E=Eddie said no that would be too funny.
playing chicken with couch potato
bring home the bacon with two peas in a pod
in a pickle with forbidden fruit
full of beans with egg on my face
go bananas with sour grapes
cream of the crop with dangling carrots
cool as a cucumber with apple of my eye
crying over spilt milk with raising a toast
spill the beans with cheesy jokes
Dine with me beneath the stars
We’ll plate imagination and share what’s ours
Let’s consume delightful hope
And eat dessert where plans and the future elope
Sip the quiet moments slow with me
Where time forgets any urgency
Let laughter be the wine we pour
And let tomorrow knock without a door
Together feasting on wishes half-formed
We warm our hands where dreams are born
Inviting the universe to lean in close
As if it knows the path we chose
Right here beneath an endless sky
We trade the world for you and I
Hope is the course and stars are the seal
Our love is something no storm can steal
Puffed with warmth for my birthday dinner treat
0n the plate of a pure veg restaurant
Tempting entree ignites the classy taste,
A delight, each bite, spread with tamarind chutney,
Together with kindred sharing stories
Of flavour, care and chefs` talents.
Savoury paneer masala
And dal makhani* served with mutter pulao
Make the main course, added with garlic nan,
Oozing with taste, a real relish,
Side-lined with pickled onions and rice kheer as desert,
A feast for the senses, a love we all share.
*Slow-cooked black lentils
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