Food Eve Poems

The gifts are wrapped and ‘neath the tree
in brightly colored bags and bows.
I now sit back, my mind set free
to contemplate these thoughts I chose
and...

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EVE

         In Eden Garden Sir Adam
         walked with First...

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Eyes meet for a last resort
Repetition tools, my only hand
Efficiency a cursed blessing
Language substituted breath
Red is with me
Beneath a powerful, helpless fracture
Confused, misunderstood
me? you? ...

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       ADAM and EVE


       In Eden Garden Sir Adam
    ...

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As the clock ticks towards that final hour
some may wish for sweet words in place of sour
but I do not live in an ivory tower...

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No fighting crowds 
No grabbing for food and drinks
No concerts no parties
Maybe an intimate evening with the dearest
Or the family 
Surely deep inside my heart...

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To be swept higher and higher
On the breeze of a pink-salmon dawn
Troubles and cares?  Swishhh
All gone!

And what’s this?
I’m neither young nor old 
I’m eternal...

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Hello, there. Rise and shine. I think I’ll call you Adam/
Who are you? Your creator. The maker of all you fathom/
You can call me God....

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On New Year's Eve ordered take out 
Pick up  food dine inside the home
Enjoy a Gin with Tonic to celebrate
Enjoy my drink with my...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no...

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Especially one courteously wrapped ably
anonymously gifted to
an aspiring gourmet Chef Boyardee
i.e. not surprisingly... revealing mystery
person none other than...
yepper namely me.

Moost anyone can show
off culinary karate...

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I stand here in my innocence
Not knowing what is planned in heaven
The skies are grey the wind is still and
The heavy sound system is blasting...

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third time rolling through
the fog, lights burst asunder

returning, picking

up ingredients for spouse
mustard and pickles wave, sigh

12/24/2019...

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SANTA’S CHRISTMAS EVE

‘Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was low.
He could barely raise a feeble ‘HO HO!’
He sat and he shivered from head to...

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