Long Foodstuff Poems

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Premium Member Haiku Moment 3

Morning drizzle
Skyline looks teary;
Jogging feet struggle

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New penthouse suite
By midtown place;
Blessings of peace

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Time moves swiftly
Flying away;
Seize interlude

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Small talk empties
Chit-chat delays;
Time oozes fast

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Two black birds
Morning choral;
Balcony duet

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Tropical heatwave
Humid sticky sweat;
Air-con relief

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Mall sales boomerangs
Petty touting;
Urgent campaign

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Toy dog runs barking
Pink hair dye;
Same as lady master

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Childcare kids
Sing-song repetition;
Old nursery rhymes

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Fragments of writes
Verse lines on-the-fly;
Haiku mood swing

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Shopping lists
Foodstuff to buy;
Procure satisfaction

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Time beyond
Chance upon;
Space now on

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Mailbox full
Nobody's home;
Other matters call

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Leon Enriquez
10 July 2016
Singapore
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Life's Struggles

 
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson, and made me stronger" 
                           _by Poet
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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. 

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March 2, 2021


Poetry/Rhyme/Life's Struggles
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1333-505-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Form: Rhyme

Pot Pourri of National Dishes

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
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Cast Away and Close

Cast Away And Close

Cast away on an island surrounded by seas far apart from
            my soul mate and lover I am now viciously dependent alone
                         independent in solitude for a day years or forever or not 

                                        Connection I need and therefore I would want my ~ ‘Mind’ ~
                                           to not have been knocked out when the mast of the vessel
                                     collapsed on my scull when dehydration set in coming to shore

Without healthy senses I would die in recluse could not overcome
              contused bones and bruised Self a squashed heart punctured lung
                          had no way to recover in view of starvation of tummy and soul

                      In itself this required ~ ‘Fortuity’ ~ the luck of the draw when the storms 
                                   arrested my journey condemned me to change my perception of
                              retreating into myself while I searched for some foodstuff and water

Without the grace of good fortune thanking well meaning stars the 
      Universe or some Goddess in gratitude would be bereft of thanks and 
                of meaning since in that case my life and reality had ceased to exist

               Healthy reason and feeling saved by good luck and some tatters of judgement
                          would complete my kit of survival when combined with ~ ‘Hope’ ~ the
                                    for ongoing search for meaning my plans evolution and dreams

Otherwise dead in the water and my longing stuck in the sands of 
             crusted time and oblivion the crystals of being any re-writing
                   of future and belonging once more would lie shattered and crushed

                             Me on that island and my story narration in such troubling challenge
                                      facing trial and summons tests of my strength and acceptance
                                                                          would be futile and senseless without
                                                                                ~ Fortitude and hope in my Mind ~


29th November 2016

So Delicious Salted Caramel Cluster Made With Cashew Milk

Certified vegan;
Non-GMO Project Verified;
Free of dairy, lactose, soy, and gluten.
The consistency of vanilla
creamy and luxurious,
without a speck of iciness,
yet not overly heavy.

The flavor rich
with notable burst of sweet vanilla.

Said comestible insanely versatile
and will surely be a go to dairy-free ice cream.

Sold at LIDL, and other sites
ourselves former first time taste testers
erred on the side of caution
and bought in quantity
courtesy the missus foresight,
who now deems said food product
more precious than fine spun gold.

Pint size container only ample enough
to buzzfeed temporary craving,
yet invariably whets appetite
(to the power of googleplex)
for insatiable consumption,
thus one must thwart willpower
and surrender tastebuds to devour
one after another 473 milliliters
or more familiarly 16 ounces.

No matter yours truly could consume
aforementioned dessert
for breakfast, lunch, and supper,
the novelty to savor said special treat
would remain as intact
and robust as if one tasted
SO DELICIOUS product for first time.

I never tire scooping out
one after another spoonful
and slowly lick globule
(even when marginally hungry)
relishing each tongueful lickety split
steeling myself against
aggressive depredations of wife
before she ferociously lunges
toward me in a futile attempt
to wrest delectable mouthwatering
(just a hairbreadth of being decadent)
foodstuff guaranteeing happy shiny tummy.

Go ahead indulge sweet tooth
or even if toothless
the culinary quasi oral pleasure
can still be experienced.


Premium Member She

^she_

^she_  had a love/hate relationship with food
she only fed with her eyes,
i was a sparkless firecracker 
and spoke English like i hated it.

not the least bit compatible
in any department 
at any hour on any menu
she wouldn't even drink the water.

I would slip through the cracks 
should she stop staring at me
up and down her beautiful 'it is'
she lit an incense and i was ignited.

i offered up an apple
a yellow delicious manifested
i peeled it for her
but she wouldn't taste it.

i laid eyes on her lips 
kissed with dark secrets
an awakening of insects
with equal day and night.

She ate me with her eyes
clear, bright, ripe
it rained on the fruit
and i took a bite.

I spoke to the grain in her ear
i had so much to say
succulent was my speech
She took it all in.

potash, stolen, honey and rye
sup the festal dish don't cry
she had parted the thin line
between a want and it's fill.

I lapsed into that petri-dish
pierced by her green staring
Her warm glassy ogling
all up and down my countenance.

Nourished of palate perception
She relished on her diet.
I indulged as her entrée
feasting her with my gaze.

It would take a while
like a gala supper without wine.
^she_ would  have no seconds
no weakness for flavor of the same.

well fed and fed up
she checked me out
her unusual hunger
gave me best regards

No repeats nor duplicates since
such foodstuff is most uncommon
Her daily bread was nurtured
with the edibles of my mind.


The End.

Premium Member Hazy Sunday

Sunday makes time
For certain bliss;
Jazz stirs new rhymes,
Plain that and this.


Market trip calls
To stock up food;
Brisk walk finds stalls,
Buy sundry goods.


Fresh meat and fish,
Shrimps and sea catch;
Thoughts of fine dish,
A gourmet match.


I grab foodstuff,
Speed home quickly;
The load feels tough,
My steps weary.


The humid heat
And windless road
Conspire to beat
My awkward load.


Stop by a shop
For Sunday Times;
A paper hop
To bag news chimes.


Now stride for stride,
I struggle back;
No time to glide
In easy slack.


Mere minutes stretch
A half mile walk;
Oomph holds the catch
In fine self-talk.


The winding road
Greets my footfalls;
Hands juggle load,
By ancient walls.




Leon Enriquez
26 October 2014
Singapore
Form: Quatrain

A Simple Sonnet

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
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Workless Future

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.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Great Food Panic of 2020, Part 3

On we go past soda, powder
Crusts and icing, filling, pudding
Evaporated milk and extracts
Color, sprinkles, flakes and what's that?

Jars and boxes, pans, wax paper
Jell-O, yellow gelatin and chocolate
Cakes and cornbread, brownies, muffins
Stuff that's made for stomach stuffin'

But we pass them by and thunder 
Down the aisle toward our quarry
Dough in hand and mind, imagination pulsing
Panting, hungry pulses racing

Closing to the shelf that's labeled
Microorganism fabled

Single cell meets single-minded
Suddenly from side we're blinded…

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On the shelf above the paper stating, "Please be kind and taper
Wants to needs and basket only what you need and don't leave lonely 
Hearts and minds who're seeking solace
With their dough still in their wallets

Hoarding what is not now needed, just take one, with you we're pleading
"Just in case" is not good reason storing up foodstuff and season
Taking all you see before you, just take one, we now implore you
If we all use common courtesy, we'll all get through this most surely

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But above the shelf and warning there beyond the pastry icing
Empty space and yawning chasm, depth beyond imagination
Spasms of the darkest horror, wracked with rising indignation
Yeast was not there to be found it was not bought and most confounding

Left us shuffling sadly door bound without needed 'gredient in hand
Sour outlook, sour mood, needing one thing for the food which
Must be had for toast or sandwich, avocado, cheese, or Manwich
Leaving us to pine and suffer, relegated for our supper

Dough in wallet, hand on heart
Sourdough must be our part
Form: Epic

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