Long Buffet Poems
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“So long as you have food in your mouth,
you have solved all the questions for the time being.”
_ by Frank Kafka
Oh yes, I am known as a Mouse!
For months I've survived in their house.
I hunt here alone-
At least in this zone.
My food source is one I espouse!
On their buffet bar rests a plate
Of Reese's Cups, they sometimes ate.
But they do not know-
At night by moon's glow,
I stash them for a future date.
To holes on an old bookcase floor,
I carry each ready to store
And stack them up high,
As I proudly sigh,
Now I will be hungry no more!
But, one night I found they were gone!
Each one of my treats was withdrawn!
In that spot they placed
A trap- set and braced!
I left there before the new dawn!
So hard I had worked every night;
Each one I had moved with great might.
If they only knew
What I had gone through-
They would have admired my plight!
But, I'm just a Mouse and I fail
To live life on a greater scale.
For much, I don't ask-
To eat is my task!
Move on- to what fate will avail.
You send out a thousand Christmas cards and only got two
One you got because you accidentally address it to you
You wrap a hundred Christmas presents you personally bought
for family, friends and coworkers each with a special thought
On Christmas day you unwrap your Christmas gifts
a few expired gift cards and a used handkerchief
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, what are you gonna do
It's only Christmas once a year and your becoming a full time Scrooge
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, the Grinch you now sympathize
Spreading that Christmas joy feels like your own demise.
Put up Christmas lights on your home
the attention to detail delights is brightly shown
Neighbors call the fire department and the police too
you get a fine and then the electric bill blues
You go to a holiday dinner with a succulent spiral ham
pot luck Christmas food is what the menu planned
When you get there on the buffet
is a string of popcorn and an old moldy fruit cake
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, what are you gonna do
It's only Christmas once a year and your becoming a full time Scrooge
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, the Grinch you now sympathize
Spreading that Christmas joy feels like your own demise.
So come what will and come what may is still the years biggest holiday
Keep your chin up and bow your head to pray, not an ounce of dismay
Peace on earth and goodwill to men on this Christmas day
It's only Christmas once a year but in your heart it's Christmas everyday.
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, laugh it off and spread that Christmas Cheer
for it's only Christmas once a year....
Chuffa train, Chuffa train, chuffin down the track again
Chuffa train, Chuffa train, chuffin down the track
Iron wheels on rails of steel, clickety clack, clickety clack
Chuffa train, Chuffa train, bicycles right at the back
Chuffa train, Chuffa train, glad you’re on the track again
Chuffa train, Chuffa train, glad to hear you’re back
Buffet car for drink or snack, clickety clack, clickety clack
Chuffa train, Chuffa train, engine driver sooty black
Chuffa train, Chuffa train let your whistle blow again
Chuffa train, Chuffa train mind the doors and mind the gap
Hissing steam, depart the station, clickety clack, clickety clack
Chuffa train, Chuffa train, locomotin’ there and back
I must say a bewildered chill ran down my back
When I learned the gigantic billions you throw to charity,
A big heart that only the heavens could endow,
That resonates with a compassion for those in depravity
And to them that circumstances have dealt a blow.
Ninety-nine percent of your elephantine fortune,
You've chosen to give them that Providence gave not,
Perhaps an orphan or a widow desperate;
Them that the windows of heaven probably forgot;
Of basic means and amenities bereft.
May the celestial godowns full of treasures unseen,
Be emptied upon your head by the unerring heavens;
May the imperishable extraterrestrial benediction be upon your soul,
And may your childrens' children( all your descendants in whole),
Partake of Christ's cup of grace and glory,
For earth has never before heard this beautiful story.
At eighty the weight of time upon you sits,
But he can never worry who has for others lived;
Demise is only a crown fit for arms that for the hapless worked;
It's by the heavenly crew well-received
A soul that on great causes embarked,
And chose to pursue the precarious path of philanthropy.
May you live to be older than any Methuselah;
The world can never have enough of your heart,
And no matter how much I endeavor with all the skill of art,
It never can suffice to praise your benevolent deeds;
Let the gifted seraphs for you compose a rhyme
And the mute galaxies its rhythm mime,
To laud the deeds you've stamped upon the face of earth,
For you've penciled upon faces forlorn lines of mirth.
Form:
Drops on knee
Marry me
Select day
First of May
Choose right dress
Oh what stress!
Mother bakes
Wedding cakes
Guest’s arrive
At church drive
My bridesmaid
Is delayed
Bridal car
Wait with pa
Drive past church
Tummies lurch
Must take stock
Go round block
Let out cheer
Bridesmaid here
Blushing bride
Dad feels pride
Walk down aisle
Beaming smile
Get wed now
Repeat vow
Hymns to sing
Exchange ring
Wedded bliss
Sealed with kiss
Buffet time
Food’s sublime
Best man speaks …
Groom’s flushed cheeks!
Toasts the bride
At groom’s side
Our first dance
Such romance
Wedding night…
Pure delight!
Threes, Please Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
09/10/20
Ever watch the man pull into wheelchair parking,
get out of his car and walk into a store.
Ever watch an obese woman eating at a buffet
and you think there is just no excuse,
Ever see a teenager with piercings standing in a store,
you quickly move to another aisle.
Ever stand in line for a cashier and tap your feet
while the elderly woman counts out her change.
Ever look at the woman wearing a hijab
and think she is different and cannot be trusted.
Ever want to sit down on the bus
but some young whipper-snapper does not give up their seat.
Ever consider that you may be prejudice
and need to carefully examine why you feel that way.
Consider this;
The man in wheelchair parking has heart disease
and cannot walk long distances without developing angina.
The obese woman gained weight when she developed arthritis
and is no longer able to work-out as she had when she was well.
The teenager is kind and thoughtful and was about to ask you
if you need help in reaching an item on the shelf,
The elderly woman worked hard all her life and is just trying to make
the cashier’s life easier by giving her the exact change.
The woman wearing the hijab is a kind and caring person
who is about to become your physician,
The young whipper-snapper on the bus has just been diagnosed
with cancer and is too weak to stand for the ride,
Ever think that you are making judgement
without knowledge or the full facts.
No more prejudice,
Ever.
Written September 9, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“Stand”
.... for your eyes ....
A menu for lusciously delicious lips...
Bread sticks and creamy dips,
Cold, warm, hot on your tongue.
Delicate cherries, can't eat just one.
Exquisite, dew filled honey in the sun...
Fragrant and ripe, skin on the melons.
Grappling the grapes, little balls of wine,
Hands cupped to my face, I take you...
In,
Juggling faith, love, lust and sin...
Knowing, at the table as I came again.
Liiiiick. Said the kitten to the star fruit...
Moan for me...mmmmm
Nature slips between my lips,
Opening wide and closed are my eyes,
Pressing the button... whip cream surprise!
Quivering now, champagne in a glass...
Release of pressure in a bubbling bath,
Swallowing slowly to make it last.
Taste intoxication, erotic exploration,
Uttering sounds of pleasure...
Velvety treasure filled liqueurs.
When it rains I hope it pours,
Xtreme delight, ..fingers food.., and candle light,
Your Way.
Zest of Life! It's a buffet!
Inspiration: Cookie Monster
I thought by writing this poem
I could ramp up the cognitive demand
I wanted to get down on paper
The time my chopsticks talked to me
They told me there is a towel
On the flag of Belarus
I was flabbergasted by this
I dipped them in wasabi
I imagined a scream
Like a falling bomb
I overheard someone
Asking about the buffet
I heard the name
Emma Chizzit
This was repeated several times
With more and more intensity
Then it was realised that this
Australian woman was asking
"How much is it?"
Followed by my chopsticks
Asking me about Moses
How he makes his tea
Hebrews it was the answer
I paid the bill and left
The All Earth 24/7 Buffet
David J Walker
And on the 8th day
God said
LET’S EAT
And eat we did
Chomping and whirling
and chasing
and spitting
and hitting
and catching and killing and
cleaning and cooking
boiling and foiling
in tin turtles over a flaming-out fire
lest eat
lets eat
letzzzzzzzz EAT
All day
Everyday
and it came to pass
we grew fat on each other
belching in out guilty pleasures
pleasing
and sleeping
and procreating
replenishing the Earth
fearing
that we may never eat again
And God said
IT IS GOOD
And it came to pass
That it was good
and good as gone
Life's so abundant with misery,
nature's practicing metamorphosis,
generously tense and uptight, lifts
no lightness, steady with its frost.
Gray is the Sun, trenchant clouds,
rustles of trees reveal the night,
entering but dispossessed. I hear
strange voices cry, shadows cross the path
close press us unaware, a silhouette
salutes the eye, its curtain drawn.
Let there be darkness, darkness illuminating
darkness, we cannot aid or mitigate, ask
no beauty to intercede. This cramped moment
is not mine to give, though far apart from
worshiper's time, Spring's spirit. Still
is the time, its folded garment by no motion
stirred, fabricated remnants fled to sky,
no thunder peels through the absence,
life was once so abundant, sustained
in open fortitude, spirit flowing, hopes flying,
the raindrops loitering like domes of pink and purple,
their buffet gone, fraught with pain, quicker than
breath indrawn. Spirit alone can regenerate a
safe haven, lessen the convolutions vast,
lift up again hope's incapacitated body, reeling
under the torrent.