We must win the war,
Energy still raw;
With foes wipe the flour;
Not for us a sore…
To lose is a flaw,
End up in some jaw,
Long opened bad door;
Death would try its gnaw…
In battles the fore
As eagles to soar
Like lions to roar
Where gun fire is core…
Now, speech is a bore
Some speeches strength tore
Cow horns that folks gone
We all know Death sure…
But seek not life more,
Man picks what’s in store,
This counsel a lore,
Your boat row with oar,
Change of mind worse whore…
To remain member
These remember.
Categories:
eatery, conflict, death, evil, violence,
Form: Rhyme
new growth shoots rise
waiting paintbrush starts to groom~
bee's free bites of food
5/8/2020
Categories:
eatery, art, flower, imagery,
Form: Haiku
I own the whole eatery.
I drove miles to be here.
The aroma and warmth,
Makes me drool to eat here.
I can never resist the prawn soup!
The spices and hotness
I get indulged in
The sour taste
It is just perfectly cooked
We need food and water,
But certainly the prawn soup provides food for the flavours of life.
Categories:
eatery, drink, food,
Form: Narrative
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.
Categories:
eatery, culture, feelings, food, travel,
Form: Free verse
urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show
Automat - 1927
Edward Hopper
Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest
Categories:
eatery, adventure, art, confusion, dedication,
Form: Imagism