Things that used to mean a lot
Don’t mean as much today,
Yet missing them can still feel sad,
No matter what they say.
In memory, there’s laughter
And there’s comfort, which surrounds
Friends and family partaking
In the foodstuff that abounds.
In reality, that picture’s
Filtered through a rosy lens,
But the past still seems inviting
When comparing now and thens.
As the world pulls taut around me,
I seek solace in the thought
That most often, all the yearning
Won’t reveal that which was sought.
The strongest flour
The oil, the yeast
Combined in love
Before the feast
Salt
From Celtic shores afar
With waters warmed
The ideal spar
For microbes'
Fertive final frenzy
The rising feeds
Much foodstuff envy
More patience
As to final hours
The mixture blooms
While hope devours
The prospect of
Eternal life
Once oven baked
With heat and strife
To crusty beauty
Rich and soft
The father proud
To hold aloft
Before
Serrated sacrifice
To eager lips
From buttered knife
A gift from God
This golden leaven
Food for the soul
A slice of heaven
A simple sonnet
The tramp, who sits on a low ledge, near the entrance of the
modest supermarket that sells basic food fruit and vegetable
and to my surprise, has a good selection of wine, is ageless
The tramp- perhaps a wrong word- has a dark brown outdoor face, his hands a dark brown too, and the rest of him is covered in an old jacket and denim trousers.
He is reading a newspaper, eating from an open packet of biscuits and drinking from a bottle of water, our tramp doesn't do begging, but shoppers often give him foodstuff, apples and
bananas; which he acknowledged with a thank you but without servility; exudes a warm friendliness that soothed the many struggling with everyday life.
There is talk of closing down the relic from the eighties, after Christmas when the nice tramp disappears for a few weeks
It's raining outside
Trees structuring stories
Someone drenching inside the self
Night is fading
A little bird
feathers wet with raindrops
finding no place to perch on
is at my window
Out of the window
A street vendor struggling
to save her foodstuff
from the threatening rain
Close to her shop
a bare bodied boy
drenching himself
and playing with mouth organ
In the balcony
Two friends are capturing the milieu
with brushes and colours
The aboveground nest of bees
brings sweet foodstuff kept in hives
as the colony carries
painful bitter bites.
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson, and made me stronger"
_by Poet
_______________________
I do not have a lot of money but I have enough,
but there have been times that have been rough;
without extra money this life can be tough,
and often I have not had the money for foodstuff.
My health has been poor all my life and will always be,
but in time I have accepted my destiny and reality;
I think rising above life's struggles has been the key,
and I have a gift for words that I send on wings feathery.
I have been blessed with a family supportive and sweet,
through hard times they made my life complete;
but, destiny took them from me in what felt like a heartbeat,
so, now my life is full of grief with memories bittersweet.
I have known prejudice, emptiness, confusion and pain,
have had friends who added nothing and were just a drain;
and the past, oh the past comes over me like black rain,
but, I have gathered a fathomless strength to sustain.
_____________________
March 2, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Life's Struggles
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1333-505-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Rare Chinese foodstuff -
Swiftlets sleeping rough
09.10.19
* Edible bird's nests are bird nests created by swiftlets, Indian swiftlets, which are harvested for human consumption. They are particularly prized in Chinese culture due to their rarity, supposedly high nutritional value, and flavour.
A rabbit’s foot, auspicious
an albatross for sailors
or China’s magic bamboo
all signify a windfall -
what immigrant’s wish
in trust of what is God’s will
a cross is worn by many
to show faith in a Savior -
who immigrants wish
Favors shown, sorry mishaps
for mortals lacking foodstuff -
why immigrants wish
a sanctuary, lodging -
where immigrants wish
what immigrants wish
written September 10, 2019
contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
judged: 10/3/2019
A new society
Is Brexit more than Brexit
a dream of going back in time
when everything had a human dimension?
To physically eradicate the royalty
to take back thousands of acres stolen
by the aristocracy.
Leaving the cities as a bird sanctuary
go back to the land, a homestead with
a cow and a few chickens.
Living a sub-existence hunting boars
in the evening light; rivers teeming with fish.
Small shops selling the basic foodstuff
and a cobbler to repair shoes.
Poverty and freedom in the land of the proud
and begin a new dawn of equality.
Frogs’ legs
French cuisine fad
Amphibians hopping mad
Shish kebabs
Cubed lamb chislic
Served on toothpick
Pizzas
Flatbread Italian feast
Waist measurement increased
Bird’s nest soup
Rare Chinese foodstuff
Swiftlets sleeping rough
Mexican wraps
Spicy chicken fajitas
Hot as senoritas
Seafood paella
Shrimp, lobster, cuttlefish
Saporous Valencian dish
Maple syrup
Canadians tree tap
Sticky sweet sap
Digestif
After dinner drink
Brandy glasses clink
17/09/18
'six-word couplet poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Mark Toney
He lives in the hole and hidden places ,
Devouring foodstuff and books in cases ,
He tries to escape the cat
But falls into trap on mat ,
Which makes the old rat to see dead faces .
8-31-2018
Workless Future
We are fast approaching the time when robots
can do 98% of the work, the middle classes will disappear
altogether; and here is where a universal pay will
kick in someone has to buy what robots make.
But if you think you will get a pay packet every month
you are mistaking it will be in the form of stamps you
can use to buy foodstuff and the more expensive things you
buy, the more stamps are used.
There will be two types of stamps. Blue and yellow the last
for entertainment such as going to a restaurant, if you
use all the yellow ones it is possible to bribe the waiter
to accept the blue ones.
Driverless cars are for monthly rental; you can also save
on stamps and buy one that way.
There will be no election as there are no parties
to elect and the authorities will be a remote entity that
cannot be reached: I wish you well in a life of no work,
except if you are a chef, robots only makes bland food.
There one very peculiar foodstuff
that puts a sour crook in my mouth
It’s that stringy don’t-give-me-any-of,
two thumbs down for the sauerkraut
Just the awful smell of it makes me sick,
has me running out of the house so quick
When my nose whiff this jar of pain opening,
that chef in the kitchen no longer’s my friend
That pickled odor is an aroma of pure disgust,
makes a beautiful snooz look like a pig snout
Upheaval of my belly contents is a queasy must:
Gotta give sauerkraut the food hate shout out!
Poetry Contest: My Blue Cheese
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Date Submitted: 1-13-18
Arise o! Kitchen pot
My stomach calls to bay.
To serve my stomach right
With appetizing gaze I pray.
The labour of my market-thing
Shall never be invaded
With poisonous outing.
One kitchen bound with foodstuff.
I prepare to massacre.
Arise o! Cooking burner.
Fight thee against food villains.
My vessels should thy saliver nourish.
My body shall thy reception flourish
Always be there for me.
For my food lusts satisfied.
Morning drizzle
Skyline looks teary;
Jogging feet struggle
~~~~~~~~~
New penthouse suite
By midtown place;
Blessings of peace
~~~~~~~~~
Time moves swiftly
Flying away;
Seize interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Small talk empties
Chit-chat delays;
Time oozes fast
~~~~~~~~~
Two black birds
Morning choral;
Balcony duet
~~~~~~~~~
Tropical heatwave
Humid sticky sweat;
Air-con relief
~~~~~~~~~
Mall sales boomerangs
Petty touting;
Urgent campaign
~~~~~~~~~~
Toy dog runs barking
Pink hair dye;
Same as lady master
~~~~~~~~~~
Childcare kids
Sing-song repetition;
Old nursery rhymes
~~~~~~~~~
Fragments of writes
Verse lines on-the-fly;
Haiku mood swing
~~~~~~~~~
Shopping lists
Foodstuff to buy;
Procure satisfaction
~~~~~~~~~
Time beyond
Chance upon;
Space now on
~~~~~~~~~
Mailbox full
Nobody's home;
Other matters call
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
10 July 2016
Singapore
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