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Staring into her eyes, I see peace.
I seek her joy by all means
like my favorite food- rice.
She is beautiful
She is awesomeful
Her name is Emma
My Savior's namesake- Emma
Little wonder I like her
Christ's glory shining on her
Her Name Is Emma.
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I’ve got a friend
Who once had a cat
It ate too much
And became very fat
After it pigged out
It would go for a nap
Right in the middle
On her lap
And that big cat
Sure made her bawl
When she bought food
Then ate it all
Now she’s broke
With knees so sore
Goodbye cat
Out the door
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I do not know?
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I am tired,I am winded,I am sad I can not die,I can not leave,I am mad
Come and relieve my pain Come and compensate this sadness
Let us,build an abode for our selves
I want delicious food and tasty drinks
and a bit of smell the smell of your hair for bringing me to mood
Then i hear your lovely voice saying:I want sex for the food
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Couplet
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A Lioness Roaring under her Roar
Stalking her prey upon natures paws
Deeply secure with a keen eye
She also has a Lions Pride
No fret to defeat
Confronting her enemy
In a disarray, climbing up the food chain
Beauty within her Lions main
She guides her cubs so they could find
All the things they need to survive
Giving up isn't the look in her eyes
Until that day she dies
^^^^^^^A Lioness Pride^^^^^^^
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Pantoum
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Velvet soft I tasted her love
I tasted her love
she was velvet
lavender breath chocolate kiss
taste of angel food
she was velvet
I licked her essence I embraced her soul
taste of angel food
like manna from Heaven A morsel to behold
I licked her essence I embraced her soul
lavender breath chocolate kiss
like manna from Heaven A morsel to behold
I tasted her love
1/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
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Mom’s Cocina
Mom’s cooking breakfast this morning.
Pancakes and eggs with beef sausages
Meticulous and clean the cook makes some great food, Scrumptious!
Food smells great…overwhelming smell of goodness.
Egglands best, smokes beef Armor brand sausage.
Aroma permeates the house.
Hunger is calling my name.
Waiting, my stomach growls Mom dallies.
All I can think about is the food. My mind dallies as Orange juice falls into my mouth…
All for me right from the juice container.
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Romanticism
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Travel to
I thought about a weekend
Plan with my guide to ride
A park party of sun in a glass
Water of fun in a shipping duck
In a lake lab of food with the
Flavours of color in a candle light
tree of goosebumps stand
Like a bed sheets on us stories of
past with the touch of new things
friends and family drop to stop the
rain Falls wind of your hair storm like
when you braid them
Is this a travel to love side my dear.....
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
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A HARD LIFE
Times were hard without a dad just a mom.
Things were never easy for her to raise seven kids.
On her own she worked at all kinds of jobs.
Thank God for her family and friends cause
without them her life would have been harder.
Sometimes food was scarce but she always
managed something.We shared our clothes
cause there wasn't alot of money but she kept
us happy.So mom's are special especially mine.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Deborah Guzzi's"free verse seriously"contest
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Couplet
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I stand here to admire thy beauty,
But all of this seems to be a booty,
Why I am I doing this duty?
And who made this look fluty?
Seriously, things here don’t look fruity.
This place looked good,
I always wished I could,
But always I am forced to be covered by my hood,
How long will this continue since I need to have my food?
Anyway let me continue to split thy wood.
I will smile,
But only while at the aisle,
To be there, is it just a mile?
And to digest this, do I need more bile?
Or should we take it to The Nile?
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Light Verse
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In my sleep I see your love
.......just there;
In the morning as I awaken I feel your rest;
My hearts aching I need just a touch;
A brush-up against. just to feel your spirit;
Your soul next to mine
Nothing physical, just a true find;
Intangible spiritual
I'm awake my heart aches;
I'm hungry my stomachs quakes..
I long for the taste of your food;
The manna that you've gathered;
You're the foam, the cream, the lather;
And when all is fair, yet still your
.......just there;
7/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee. Sr. © 2019
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Today I woke up, mom made me breakfast
But there's a box in the living room
A sweet and colorful box.
Unfortunately my behavior hasn't been the best lately
"Hey honey, I got you a present"
It was for me! What are the odds?
So I ran as fast as I could.
Like a fish towards floating food
It's the perfect toy!
So beautiful, bright and friendly.
But somehow, something isn't right.
I can't turn it on
Is it dead or broken?
then, in the blink of an eye... Happiness turns to agony.
anger and sadness knock on the door
And all this because I noticed...
Is it dead or is it broken?
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Acrostic
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“In the Kitchen Cabinets” he’s looking
“Linzer Tart”her hubby will be cooking
"Eighty-Eight Pounds of Plastic”
“Noodle pudding” fantastic
“Eating Al Fresco” Ilene’s now booking
“Before the sun” sets they sit down to eat
“A dozen ducklings” arrive off the street
“Unwanted company” brood
“Easy Pickings” for free food
“Recipes of old” they cannot be beat!
All the words in bold are title’s of poems by Ilene Bauer.
Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
01/22/21
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I'll take you on a flight
Anytime you want
The prop is always turning
And I know a restaurant
That you would really like
It's over in Vermont
It's rustic and the food is good
One day we'll take a jaunt
And while we're in the air
I'll point out all the sights
A landmark here and there
Perhaps the Northern Lights
Then someday we'll cross
The whole United States
Put it on the list
Sound good? You've got a date!
Let's just leave and go someplace
Where we can be alone
And spend a day together
A place to us unknown
Someplace we've never been to
We'll discover and explore
And make a lasting memory
To treasure and adore
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Sonnet
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Am dreadful for that man
Who once took my womanhood away
Leaving me weak and submissive to his way
Thus becoming a woman powerless over him.
In a tingle of last painful memories
I see myself doing his food, his bed, his clothes
I know in this day am not so different
But in this period of time, I see a woman
Powerful over the man.
I carry the load of being an African woman
Knowing deep within there’s a woman who
Has not yet found her inner free self…………
And so with tears of pain
And a strong amour towards the man
I shall be back to enlighten,
And change that woman ………the man’s sweet slave.
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
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ABC
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Pot of food
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Our pot too whoo
You home through the storm
I am in .. you are out
Lighting strikes again
The maple tree is terrified
The dogs are petrified.
The window's fear
The thunder near
The cat runs
under the table.
Hearty beef stew
boiling stable.
Misty you sway
wet back to me.
My heart in hope
For lightning to miss you.
My hope is heard.
The fire keep's it burn
This warm house
Your winter food
Waits on the stove
Wanting you to get home.
This winter storm
A jealous woman
To strike and divide us
To be seperate.
I see a frame
You dripping at the door.
Our beef is warm
Like love
We beat the storm
And a hearty beef
Right in our home.
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THE HUNGER WITHIN
Deep within I feel this hunger
So eat, I must, and then no longer
Crave for food but grow much stronger
Make this hunger ease.
But the pangs; the pain, it lingers
Although I feast and lick my fingers
Food from all the kindly bringers
Won’t stop this hunger tease!
What to do I now must wonder
All the pantries I shall plunder
And if it be I make a blunder
Will this hunger cease?
[ O’ Cupid, ‘Help!’, you Love Factotum
Shout “ahoy, Nil Desperandum
You’ll starve no more, ad infinitum”
Quell this hunger, please! ]
True it be I have no lover
Just one I want, I want no other
If food be this there’s none above her
My hunger to appease!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
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Limerick
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Sienna eats chocolate for brunch,
At dinner and always at lunch,
With three bars a day,
All that I can I say,
She’s put on weight… that is the crunch
She puts herself on a strict diet,
No chocolate – (I don’t think I’ll try it)
She gets in a bad mood,
Cos she had to eat food,
By Friday she’s causing a riot!
Her long suffering hubby said,
You’re really doing in my head,
Stop daily Weetabix,
Have a small chocolate fix,
with Nutella spread on your bread
To save from a costly divorce,
Sienna goes on a short course,
Of weight watchers meals,
Her weight gain it heals,
She no longer eats like a horse!
I was challenged by an on line friend to write a poem on Chocolate
09/18/20
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Ballad
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Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken
With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you too
With every movement, we both sway
With everything, together you and me
Mama, That I used calling you
Eight to how many hours you labor
That I do not specifically know now
All I know is that you love me so
(Mama, I love you too... )
Together, we go to window shops
Guiding me you never ever stop
To my heartbreaks, you, ready to mend
To my winnings, kudos, you always send
I love you my dearest mama!
Though I don't tell you this much
Evermore to your every touch,
I am so deeply attach!
By:
olive_eloi
12:22pm
02/04/2014
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Tanka
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LOOKING ON COOKING
You finish your meal
in fifteen minutes or so.
Just think for a while:
Hours of exertion are put
on preparation of food.
Each agrees: Cooking
is great indubitably.
Cook best for sweetheart
He or she will remember
lifelong and forever.
Home is loveliest
where tasty dainties waiting.
Breakup won’t occur,
If hubby or better half,
either is competent cook.
07/29/ 19
NA.
'Cornucopia Cooking ' Contest by Chantallene Anne Cooke
'NA Return -2' Contest by John Hamilton
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Free verse
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Uncommon folks come from uncommon lands
Where they have neither been nor seen a shadow
And thus they do not share our woes
They see different sights and hear different sounds
Their fruits and vegetables are very large and very round
Their trees richly green with bark of darkest brown.
My house-maid was an uncommon girl
Fed on fish, spinach and kale
She ate the stalks and leaves, leaving nothing to waste
Her food once I happened to taste
Truly it was simple and great
As for other things, she had a life desolate
She had none other than a mate
The first had come in haste
Later she picked another for her take.
We are gals, pals, but not friends
She drew me a picture of a water-lily
For I could read and write like a proper LADY
She was uncommon, enchanting and quite a symbol
She was the life in the still-life on my mantel.
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I want to see you cry
I want to see you cry
Not the tears beside a tombstone
Not tears of bitterness
Not tears of goodbye
Not tears of sadness
Not the tears that made the whiskey taste like salt
Not the tears that ran; when the story got to hard to tell
Not those wistful tears
Not those tears
I want to see you cry; tears of joy
I want to give you flowers, when you are least expecting them
I want to make food together with you; spend time with you
I want to listen to your favorite music; listen to you
I want to find common pleasures; again and again
I want to suprise you; might even clean those windows
I want to satisfy you; you know I can
I want to hold you in my arms; give you more than a hug
I want you; love you!
I want you; let go
Come to me
I lpve you; you know
Come
You will see me cry tears of joy
Come
I want you to see me cry; tears of joy
Come
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On the slope of the forest where the nightingale nests.
There, on the downhill,
where is a hundred-year-old oak tree.
Barely embraced by your tender arms.
In Hadrian's shrine shade.
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Our garden is right there.
Your embrace is a garden to my being.
Shelter for the soul,
food for the body.
The game of life is weaved by our hands,
in the face and body sweat.
*
Scratched by the time thorns,
we have lost hope
However, the flowers woke up,
and their beauty tears down.
I lie in your arms and listen.
You talk about how shiny flower petals are.
All the colors are there,
it is breathtaking.
In delight, you cover your face with your hands.
Because of the delightful song of pollen.
*
You call my name, like no one before.
A magical call to the past snow avalanches.
At dusk, as the sun goes down.
Leaning against the oak,
I still dream of you.
In your embrace,
I seek the touch of eternity.
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Met you along the roadside
When you were begging for your own life
When you were a homeless
When you have empty pockets
When you all in pain
Gave you food
Hold you up
Hugged you tight
Made you Mr. right
I was the one who made you laugh again n again
Now tell me how’s it feel laughing at me when am all drained?
I was the one who hold you up n made you stand there
Now tell me how’s it feel leaving me down here?
I was the one who invade my ideas in your brain
Now tell me how’s it feel being a leader and calling me shame?
I was the one who blindly loved you so you can kick me out
So tell me how’s it feel being stand on your own feet now?
And am dying to see the day when you fall down again
When the floor hits you hard
When the reality s you down
When you all ripped
When you beg again
Then I’ll ask you again, how’s it feel watching me smiling up here??
How’s it feel begging down there?
How’s it feel without money?
And how’s it feel while dying again??
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eating my spaghetti sandwich
downing my potato pancakes
running through my deluxe taco salad
it is time for bed already
looking for my dessert
longing for my dessert
cannot find my dessert
doggonit if she did not eat my mixed signal dessert
alas! in the overstuffed pantry, hidden behind the hidden, is a box of vanilla protein bars
and she says i do not eat healthy
i read the ingredients
i see the healthy benefits in MY eyes
yep, i can watch the cheaters marathon for night owls
quite a hoot for i who usually has no loot
here she comes
hands on hips
looking beautiful without the makeup
she sits beside me and puts her head on my shoulder
i look at her with the utmost admiration despite her imperfections
she then pinches me, reminding me of the silent hypocrisy
as the third episode of cheaters begins, the journey song sneaks into my mind
you just don't mess up Perfect Imperfection
Forever Hers......Faithfully.......
the food has digested now by cheaters, episode seven
time for bed
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In deep honesty,
I know that you keep to yourself.
That no one really knows you except the few you deem worthy.
How I envy their knowledge of you.
Those hidden idiosyncrasies that reveal the secrets to how you smile so big.
I wait another day, seeing your face in reflection.
Reaching out to touch you. Risking the chance that you'll disappear before my hand touches your shoulder.
How I envy their knowledge of you.
Believing the impossible.
A steady faucet that spews with the press of a lever.
I decided to stand still, realizing that I was standing on the wrong side of the sink.
Left dry, hearing only the sound of your laughter.
How I envy their knowledge, knowing exactly where to stand when you rain affection.
The taste of crappy food, left stained. Not much room to move.
Collected in an empty sink.
The clatter of spoons, forks, butter knives, and plates without so much as a cup.
I must admit. I envy their knowledge of you as I am left here stale, without cause.
Seeking you to cleanse me in purpose
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