Food Innocence Poems

The Indian elephant


I knew of an Indian elephant who worked at a circus 
on an act where unhappy animals sit up and beg 
and sad...

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A hot apple pie— sample
Taste of trees; where aromas
More pungent and crisp never
Their Granny Smith smells.
...

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We buy and are sold priceless things,
read human stories written by android;
a smokescreen present muddies the once transparent past,
innocence doom-scrolls, an aging youth now hard...

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A baby's birth, a tale to tell,
Of a day when riots rocked the land.
Hoodlums and fire, chaos befell,
As Nasya's arrival was at hand.

Her mother, anxious,...

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Oh! You crazy kids of war zone,
I hate your painful cries that pierce my heart just as pebble or stone.
Oh! You filthy creature who do...

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consecrated sea —
the premier splash’ refreshing
before the first bite


1/30/2022
Newness Senryu
Sponsor: Beata Agustin

The Garden of Eden was sufficient for food. All the fruitful trees were available...

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A homeless woman squatted on the pavement 
Empty bottle of mineral water by her side. 
It was a hot summer noon …the stench 
Of poverty makes me ashamed...

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Limerick 1 – The sausage seller

I used to know a sausage seller called Franz 
Who could never resist a dance
But whenever he was waltzing
Mice were...

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May I have your attention please?
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To Lie (to Lie)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my Eye (come take my Eye)
We'll walk through Eternity...

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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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MOTHER
Mother carried me
	For nine months
In her womb.
			Was it not painful
For her?
Did I not kick her too much?
	She fed me all kind of delicious food
Even watched...

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We aint dying
We aint dying from the coronavirus
It’s the pollution planted in our air, water and food supply
just like the pre-existing disease they were going...

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They talk to me… I take no interest
For I like not their likes…
When I talk to them--- about angels, and heavens,
And about life, magic and...

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My mother's name was Seraphine
A sadder child was never seen 
Her duty was to serve the table
Of newly widowed Mrs. Grable

Her husband Mr. Grable died
To...

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What? I'm not eating your roses.
I am adjusting my whiskers.
I don't care for salads anyway.
Just watching this pathetic
Excuse for a plant self-destruct....

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