Eateries Poems | Examples

Meet Me On the Moon

Now for some good news,
that we might have missed.
It ain't no riot or pandemic,
so maybe didn't make your list.

For the first time in history,
a commercial craft flew to space.
Bringing humanity back,
into the great race.

Though still bogged down,
with government oversight.
Cause we all know 'Red Tape,'
can be such a delight.

We will see 'Hitch a ride,'
programs where we can buy,
a ticket for luxury cruises,
to take us out past the sky.

To hotels and eateries,
up there on the moon,
and apartment complexes,
that'll be coming soon. 

An outer space vacation,
package up in the stars.
I'll think I'll wait and,
take mine on Mars.

Just think of the significance,
of this historic day.
When to all of our grand-kids,
we can proudly say.

I remember on just one planet,
we lived out our life.
It was so filled with hate,
war, hunger and strife.

But we overcame those problems,
back when we learned,
that if we only give love,
we'll only get love in return.

written on May 21st 2020

Pedigree Cuisine

Perhaps for dinner you might try
A steak and veggie plate
Or some chicken wrapped in nori,
Such a treat to masticate!

At some eateries, the menus
Are creative as food gets,
Which is really a surprise because
The customers are pets.

San Francisco’s restaurant “Dogue”
And Manhattan’s “Judy Z’s”
Offer rawhide bones and cupcakes,
All with canine tastes to please.

Though I understand that owners
Love their dogs, I must admit
Fancy dog meals in a restaurant 
Just seems inappropriate.

Dining Out

Go ahead
    Waste your time
  I choose to dine
    all alone

  Crowded eateries
    are never 'pleaseries'
  Go through the drive-thru
    enjoy it at home

Delusion

I had a neighbor, who had delusion,
Of being poisoned by his kith and kin;
His wife seemed to him lively illusion,
Her delicacies he threw in waste-bin;
Sharing sweets from friends seemed to him a sin,
Eateries could not content his hunger,
As he felt these are but poison dumper;
He carried his cook wherever he went,
Could he, yet, get rid of his strong stumper?
He's half-dead now, in delusion, life spent...


07 January 2022

This Was Wrote For Something Else But I Liked Its Flow

The fort is surrounded with vendors of all the local eateries.Clowns and acrobats bend and cackle
between the fire eaters' breath.Stallions of italy rise to hind as Russian bear dances
to instruments of the unfamiliar, Broken archers battle for gold and soldiers roll on sodden mud dirt
just to claim victory
weapons unused glisten with a summers scant
A bearded behemoth with stance of folded arm and a beam of pride
at the vicious concoctions, points and barbs with subtly inset jewels of polished facet

What If

What if..

What if; it wasn't a lockdown forenoon 
Mommies whisking to kitchenette 
Daddy's out with newspaper headlines 
Little cubs denned in their late quilt and wishing no schooling today 
Rest world racing themselves to indulge in work deadlines 

What if; it wasn't a lockdown noon 
Chefs busy preparing victuals to serve in eateries 
Office canteens loaded with lunch boxes and gossips 
Some heading for evening tales

What if; it wasn't a lockdown evening 
Coffee shops buzzing with bud pairs, roasted coffee beans and whiffs of smoke
Peeps roaming and returning their abodes before the dark was deep
Little cubs falling asleep in their study and no Surf, no Netflix 

What if; it wasn't a lockdown night 
Dinner table would filled with traffic and homework folklore 
Bedtime would doubly the fairy's list- 
Children wishing for no school tomorrow,
Men for hike up his business,
Women emancipation from irons of household chores and society norms

What if; it wasn't a lockdown 
Contemporary would have been so lost in it's own bloods and veins 
June month would have brought us fruity summer of 2020
And I would have written a poetry of love and lust

When Things Eaten Eats Us

They told us to dream, 
but there is this brand of dream
that is hard to imagine ... So, I'm picturing ... 
and in this will-o'-the-wisp, I become 
Desmodus Rotundus,  
Vampiro en el grottos; 
a travel pig for the mattock
pruning the roots of the people.
First off, I  did not open up like eateries 
... but I've watched senseless thoughts 
eating what they should never eat, 
rubbing their bellies to go home and discontinue,
but this was just the first wave.
At nightfalls, I scour the darkness
in the forbidden of Wuhan, sucking everything disagreeable. 
I am saturated with wicked warranties, 
nothing outrageously seducing, but brutally illogical.
I was horrified when society looked me dead in the eyes
before bringing down the meat cleavers.
They display me as Paniki to plan their murders,
they open up and invite me in, flesh into flesh ... 
and flesh to flesh I swear to share
what I've buried in me as disasters. 
There are souls more neighborly, 
I hid what I portioned quiescent in their organs.
Only a mucous analysis notices it ... waiting ...
to strangulate the defenseless.
Life is brittle; it often falls and smashes the big noise.

A Hot Cup of Coffee

Unless it’s iced, it must be HOT –
Not warm but really steaming;
Yet when that isn’t what I’ve got,
I feel like simply screaming!

I rarely order coffee out
‘Cause tepid’s what I’m given
And just one sip erases doubt – 
To breakdowns, I am driven.

I don’t add milk, I like it black
And hot like an inferno,
Which can be made, if you’ve the knack,
On stovetop, drip or Sterno.

When coffee’s sold in eateries
Or any other venues,
Unless it’s hot enough to please,
Remove it from the menus!

The Road To the Beach

The road to the beach began with the highway
To an exit with a number on a map
That seemed to go on and on
Grey concrete with a faded yellow line

Through a small town dotted with shops
And eateries that beckon you to stop
Tantalizing scents drifting in and out
Now fading as the salt air defeats it

Down a narrow road with no curbs
Amorphous traces of sand confirm what is near
Briny breezes now engulfing 
To a clearing that seamlessly appears

Sun bleached clapboard houses rise up
Inviting porches smile as you pass
The ocean wraps its vastness around you
And whispers, welcome back old friend

Haiku Maze 18

Cool breeze
Bird soliloquy;
Dawn sparkles

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City fringe
After hours glee;
Beer-guzzling romp

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Roadside mishap
Curious onlookers;
Help arrives

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New moon
Silvery tints;
Dazzling allure

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Strange forest silhouette
Darkness blankets;
Firefly route

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Soft rain falling
Sing-song streams;
Afternoon siesta

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Joy wears a face
Beauty adorns;
Truth reveals

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Playground noise
Small people cluster;
Laughter frolics

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Newspaper vendor
Street side kiosk;
Dreary news sells

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Food centre queue
Meal time crowds;
Happy salvation

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Neighbour's toy dog
Barking madly;
Nobody's home

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Public holiday
Casual dining;
Crowed eateries

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Leon Enriquez
02 April 2017
Singapore

I Had a Vibrant Night

A Vibrant Night 

At night 
When the city is 
Lit with lights and literature 
Locals and visitors 
Ambiances and silhouettes  
Dances with the wet backdrop 
And the foreground 
Maybe a  new York playground 
The smell of the sound of savory sausage
Sizzling on the nights grill
Salivating tongues and painters pallets 
Dancing trees an autumn  light breeze
Brushes by as the train underneath 
Zooms pass passengers asleep
It's so unique 
The smell that permeates 
Pizzarias  and eateries 
It's so late....but that's okay
Let the night be our theater 
Now who's that musical  man over there
Playing his sultry song all night long
He sounds like Carnegie hall
Her dress is fighting the wind
His necktie is flagging the taxi 

She's tipsy, he's dancing like Fred Astaire 
Keeping her balanced,
Smells the mocha  in her hair
Their equilibrium meets with the stare of each other
Falling into each other embracing humming that man's song smiling...

Anton Brockenbrough

September

Savor the long summer of barbecues and fun filled swimming pools

Eateries of fruits, berries, melons, and other things refreshing and  cool

Ponder vacations near or far, and the end of weeks of freedom from school

The Summer is ending, and the Fall will turn trees to orange pretty soon

Enjoyment is the word for the ninth month, a bridge of solace, as Winter looms

Melody is what I sense of thee, a soothing flow of sweetness, and not a pinch of doom

Born the fourth of twelve children, ten pounds on the tenth day, and I’m told, at noon

Etched forever in the American psyche, four planes on 911 left deep wounds

Rest, after the harvest, and for some, Rosh Hashanah; another year resumes
08092015; ( 09/10 );PS Contest, Touch Me With Words,

Food Haven

Sleepy mid-afternoon
Even the cat takes naps;
Brown dog with dreams unknown


Hot favourite soft buns
Crowded lunch queue waiting;
Each bagging takeaway


Curry mixed rice vendor
Extra helping of meat;
Hungry customers queue


Assorted cakes await
Gourmet cake shop delights;
Tarts, quinces, and pastries


Curry puff specialty
Old uncle bakes finesse;
Ample stocks sold out


Fruits galore by wayside
Stall with long history;
Third-generation here


Busy supermart chain
Queue after queue winding;
Cash registers attend


Local dessert menu
All sorts of sweet foods tempt;
Try the peach tidal wave!


Yam paste ginko dessert
Delicious mouthful swirled;
A heavenly delight


Turkey sandwich meal pack
Ready-to-go cookies;
American Subway


Fast food restaurants here
Make many meals easy;
We tend to eat too much


Family treat right here
At the shopping arcade;
Easy delicacies found


So much food to pleasure 
The discerning palate;
See so many obese


So many eateries
Spoilt for choice picky we:
Follow fickle fancies


Gastronomic ecstasy
So much to pick and choose;
Discerning taste buds judge


Leon Enriquez
25 July 2014
Singapore

Loitering

Singapore tryst
Old times bordering;
Restored trade regime


Old Chinatown alleys
Winding streets await;
Takeaway souvenirs


Buzzing bazaars
Colourful wares shout;
Attractions ply


Smith Street
Chinatown circuit;
Oriental stuff


Strange name
Telok Ayer Street?
Meaningful glimpses


This Chinese temple
Tourists assemble;
Photo snapshots


Old men playing
Chinese chess;
Stone table forum


Street vendors
Crafts and wares;
Brisk commotion


Somnolent sunset
After light drizzle;
Swamp of human faces


Lost in the crowd
Two tiny specks
Seeking ***** bargains


Tucked in a corner
This awkward shoppe;
Viagra and company


Loud music blasts
Accompany footsteps;
Curiosity in-transit


Sea of faces
Mini United Nations;
Cosmopolitan nuances


Old shop houses
Clusters of modern comforts;
Brisk eateries


Chinese medical tonics
Healthy equilibrium;
Discerning aphrodisiacs


Feel the pulse 
Crowd en passant;
Curious eyes feast


Bumpy movement
Feet gravitate;
Looking and searching


So much to see
Discover again;
That long-lost find!


Leon Enriquez
15 Apr 2014
Singapore

The Roadside Eatery

It was a pretty long drive but not tedious
Thanks to smooth arterial roads; well laid
The shortcoming was absence of eateries
And we were looking for a decent eatery.

All efforts to find out one came to naught
That forced us to settle with a roadside inn
The place not clean; which was predictable
But the tummies refused any extra journey.

Once seated, the waiter appeared smilingly
A smile at once genuine and pleasing one
That was totally devoid of any artificiality
That helped us relax despite the location.

He brought trays and glasses but not water
Instead of tissue paper he offered his scarf	
And tore a newspaper to wipe them clean
All the time offered help with a big smile.

He brought water bottle moderately chilled
And then oven fresh rotis with vegetables
After some pause, gave butter and sweet
With feeling, that we should eat a bit more.

As we ate he offered his services to others
His actions fast, served the customers alone
Humming a tune with that radiant smile and
We left the place with a heavy heart n tummy.

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