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Fill me with love my soul cries
Sweet fruit for my life
Comforting is your pure sight
Rapture of your skin
Takes away mine ills
Oh apple
Spice!
© Joseph 1/1/08
© All Rights Reserved
This religious Epulaeryu is based on Song of Solomon 2:5. The “Epulaeryu”
poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-
three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third
line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the
seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each
line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main
course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement
and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph
Spence.
O’ bless this Thanksgiving bird
With fine dressing words
From the ground it’s brown and round
Cut me a big mound
Cranberry sauce too
O’ Lord thank
You!
© Joseph, 11/22/07
© All Rights Reserved
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line
five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three,
and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark.
Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main
course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement
and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph
Spence.
Fresh baby berries blue, spread out in afternoon
On a fluffy smooth bed of cheesecake creamery
A surface filled with new red cherries mix
Clean peach slices cold and quite delicious
Fill in foundations on the side of delicate delights
A thin line of chocolate swirls above pure love
Deserts heaven is at the core of tasty pleasure
Too bad savages can't employ a fork
That would be too easy, normal and what for
Barbarians destroy the mood
Never learned to use a spoon
Filthy hands grab at the cake
Savages fill their faces full
Stuff it in with wild abandonment
Laughter remains with dirty plates
Manners and crumbs lay on the floor
*(This is an Epulaeryu poem with a twist)
Sweet baby carrots for me
Setting my heart free
Swimming in low calorie
Sipping with ice, nice!
Sweet taste with no waste
Succulent—
Juice!
© Joseph 7/4/07
© All Rights Reserved
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second
line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line
three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation
mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu
poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around
the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s
excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu form was poem was
invented by Joseph Spence, Sr.
Sifted flour with sprinkled spice,
cinnamon will do.
Creamy butter, chilled and diced
eggs and raisins too.
Baking will complete ~
this tasty
treat.
17.10.19
An Epulaeryu poem is a poem that is entirely about food. It has seven lines with a total of thirty-three syllables. The meter of the poem is set so that it is, 7/5/7/5/5/3/1.
Welsh cakes are traditional in Wales and have been popular since the late 19th century. I have fond memories of coming home from school to be offered a warm, sugar-sprinkled Welsh cake fresh off the griddle! Delicious!
Pumpkin, merry queen of squash,
regnant on accord.
With a smooth and ribb-ed rind
clad in pepo-orange,
two strikes to sever
from the vine.
Gourd!
*Mary, Queen of Scots was beheaded by order of her cousin Queen Elizabeth of England in
1587. Detailed accounts record it took two strikes of the axe to sever her head completely.
**A pumpkin is truly the sovereign of gourd squashes. . Ironically, the word 'gourd' is also a slang
term for 'head' giving this poem a most appropriate ending whichever way you look at it!.
***The word ribb-ed in the third line is read as two syllables.
It was 1984 Christmas eve the arson
murder took place this resulted in the
fbi informing me my life was in grave
danger ciro Gargano had killed 8 elderly
old people he returned years later 1998
memorial day weekend to commit another
arson killing victim 9 elderly homeless man
he began a revenge against me to punish me
for witnessing the plotting of his arson
murders of 9 sending ultimate threats
terrorists threats on license plates made
by severe repeat violent offenders behind bars
in the Wisconsin woman prison funding his
female gang members violent offenders
recruiting gang members on the streets
sending out threats personal threats
because my wearing wires pregnant
buying weapons and drugs resulting
in hundreds of gang leaders queen pin
drug smugglers convictions my prayers
are with this corrupt madness Gargano bullying
me with corruption balanced over satisfying
an entire woman's prison of gang members
gangster disciples controlling corruption
Sadly my wearing wires pregnant for the
FBI buying weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops was to get Ciro Gargano prison
time cut in half on his own weapons and drugs
charges only he forgot the arson murders
were still on the table meaning he'd
have to rat out Bin Laden himself so he
gathered corrupt officers violent offenders
gang members to bully me intimidate me
commit identity fraud against me even tried
to extort my American poetry my stalker
99999999 nine elderly person burned alive
thats the real issue here Gargano hired a crew
to taunt slander threaten bully my life several
attempts on my life including igniting a car
bomb in my face so when I see 999999 on
license plates it's clearly blackmail from a very
cruel criminally insane mastermind arson murderer
who hires corruption to intimidate his victims
and violent offenders to plot murder falsifying
information abuse of power gross negligence
excessive harm funding arson murder of 9
He gave water to quench thirst
A refreshing spring
He told it calm and be still
Tasty as iced tea
Sweet like lemonade
It is so
Nice!
© Joseph, 11/6/07
© All Rights Reserved
This is based on Mark 4:35-41. The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food
and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has
seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the
fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which
ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main
course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has
corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the
ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The
Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence
Freshly baked warm spinach bread
all nutrient packed
and sliced up thick for grilled cheese;
a tasty delight
for those colder nights
oozy cheese,
yum!
Tasty pumpernickel bread,
tuna salad spread;
mustard, mayo, pickle too;
chases away blues
awakens palate
ready lunch,
good!
Potato bread croutons in
a nice green salad,
blue cheese dressing poured upon;
garden fresh onions,
sliced up bell peppers,
fit for kings,
ooh!
Sour dough’s scent fills my kitchen
joyous aroma;
egg salad spread piled between
two slices, oh my.
for dessert some pie
tasty lunch,
Fine!
4-22-2020
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Brian Strand
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Footsteps echo on carpeted aisles,
Strangers meeting with knowing smiles,
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For a trade show is more than display,
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