Feasting on the Soup tonight,
A scrumptious fare of pure delight
A wonderous place, assuredly
And nary one darn calorie!
Early Summer Hiku 23
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I’ve tasted the saliva of the eyes tears;
I’ve entrusted in the blood that flows;
Plummeting from the heart that sighs
O’ well
Well are the purdons that perishes;
Indwelling the eletric sparks;
That physically holds up the socks;
I lay down with mine passions dreams;
While conveying conjugal voices
Kisses of spiritual souls;
While resisting physical sparks and boils
I am encase in the vessel of the devil’s grip
And it’s ever so temperal
01/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Is He crowded out of Christmas
By the commerce and the cry
Of a thousand advertisers
Urging everyone to buy?
Do the cards and coloured candles
And the clustered fairy-lights
Keep the Christ-child in the cradle
Of a distant eastern night?
Keep the cardboard cut-out manger
Keep the shiny tinselled star
Keep the neatly-kneeling shepherds
And the wise men from afar.
Keep the feasting and the parties
Let the wine like rivers flow
Keep the glamour and the glitter
Brighten up our winter show.
Keep the Baby in his cradle
Keep the Mary mother mild
Keep our Christmas safe at all costs
But in self-indulgent style.
How for you this Christmas season?
Did the Christ-child come for you?
The fingernail left of the sun is being slowly consumed
Into hate
Blinded by a sunblissed day, stay away
Running, run run run run run
Walk stay still
Like a flower, wilting, slowly dying
Not no bee, flying, starting to live
Lost, she left, lost, she left
I am feasting on turkey while you sit, with a singular pea
Sitting still, waiting, to get an urge of inspiration
Bear, she says, BEAR
Less turkey bones to trash
less to be left over.
We make a feast on smaller plates.
the following drawn-out days
of casseroles and sandwiches
will be shorter
and we give great thanks for that!
Buyer Beware
David J Walker
The Earth is our patient host
And we are the guests
Feasting freely in a full pantry
Steeling the linen
Calling our neighbors invaders
Demanding justice to fortify our
Positions and satisfy our ambitions
Enforcing the bowing and kneeling
But buyer beware
Earth has its own practice
Of healing
Today’s poem is a juicy pork chop
The next one that skates by is a foppish cod fish
Each delicacy and dessert separate in their own way
Living their own truths.
Yesterday’s poems were chocked with
Faeries and dainty crisp white daisies
I have less control of this than of myself
They prance to their own harps
All I know is if I do not capture it
When it flits by in its gliding pretty pattern
it has no motivation to return.
I have yet to retrieve a wild missive
Which I neglected to pay attention to yesterday
Several sirens singing on the shore
Called Calypso’s crew for them to adore.
Willing witless wanderers;
Oblivious obeyers,
Which waves washed through a rocky tidal bore.
Svelte sisters sieved the sailor’s gore
That the salty surging sea cast ashore.
Boiling briny blunderers
With olive oil and oysters
And feasting until they could eat no more.
Feeding on my hunger
the days were longer still
That yet to come and still undone
left victim to my will
Starvation my horizon
its emptiness on fire
Unending pangs my souls repast
—a famine to inspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Brisk strokes now tell
The story well
A function room
As feasting grooms
Dear hearts speak fond
As good moods spawn
Each dish looks good
As pleasure foods
Nice tasty meal
Woos fond appeal
One by one taste
No need for haste
Cheer paves the way
For sing-song say
Delight goes round
Where joy speaks sound
Watch feelings soar
In happy roar
Joy in sure place
Surrounds each face
Surprise feeds style
In happy smiles
Grand feast galore
Spreads scrumptious score
We gather round
On joyful grounds
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2018
Singapore
FEASTING
We feast on many occasions
And are happy to celebrate
Weddings and birthdays remember,
And others that fall on some date.
At Christmas and Easter we indulge
With feasts and picnics galore.
Anzac's a day of remembrance
Of the war on Gallipoli's shore.
If we could create another day
And give to the world access
We'd be inviting all to feast
At a banquet of happiness.
Imagine what would happen
If no anger or frowns in sight,
The effect would be dramatic
If we had such an appetite.
There'd be no feasting restrictions
From this banquet of happiness.
You can smile laugh and enjoy
A day you'll remember and bless.
A banquet like this could spread
Like a virus so hard to remove,
If feasting for more than one day
The world would surely improve.
So cheer up, choose to be happy
Come to this banquet that's free.
A smile speaks in all languages,
Try it and you'll be a devotee.
Copyright © Vivien Wade April 2017
The poesy of chef's soup du jour,
peppered in a skillfully delectable
pauperized simmer
or sublimely enriched dish of
ultimate truffle butter grandeur,
either method is subtly rendered mid
tastefully tendered aromatic
proffers of broken bread,
farther delectable poetry's bouquet
A simple feasting
Happy happenings
A touch of warm fare
To soothe all vain cares
A moment that grounds
To connect things sound
A simple affair
Flair that fills fond air
A precious feeling
Family feasting
A special day hurls
Love's magic now swirls
Aura of loving
In joy revealing
Leon Enriquez
24 December 2015
Singapore
MAKE THEM DAYS OF FEASTING AND GLADNESS - Book of Esther 9:22
Today we celebrate,
History comes alive.
Purim arrives this month,
All people shall thrive.
Feasting and gladness,
The order of the day.
History shouts the story,
We live to laugh and pray.
We are tired of kings and leaders,
Who promise all the world.
But become tyrants,
When the banner is unfurled.
The walled city has come down,
The trumpet sound was heard.
God led Joshua,
He followed God's Holy Word.
Why is it throughout the years,
Evil men rise to power.
"Destroy this race", they say,
It will be our finest hour.
Esther faced the king,
Revealed his horrid plan.
The monarch suffered humility,
From Pur the humble man.
We remember Adolf Hitler,
Joseph Stalin and such.
The same godless deeds,
Soon they were out of touch.
Celebrate the season,
Give gifts and love your friends.
These are God's Chosen People,
We support them to the end.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
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