Long Main course Poems
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the icy mix is coming down
got my applewood bacon and cheese hot pockets
got my cheddar cheese instant grits
got my hint of honey almond milk
yet i am still a bit hoarse
the icy mix is coming down
got my remote control
found a fairly new episode of house hunters
got my favorite place on the sofa
yet i am still a bit off the main course
the icy mix is coming down
set my tablet up in pandora
got my louis jordan station giving me eargasms
laid my weary body down in my favorite spot on the bed
yet i am still feeling a tad bit far from near
the icy mix is coming down
got the blinds open but ajar
got the attention span on the view but partially
got a maze craze space as filler for the rest of the day
yet i am still the unfortunate source of a malevolent misery because she is not here
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.
Let the poor in my vineyard
Gleaning and eating
Even strangers I attest
Come to the harvest
Sweet grapes for the souls
Behold thy
Feast!
© Joseph, 1/3/08
© All Rights Reserved
This religious Epulaeryu is based on Leviticus 19:10 and Deuteronomy 23:24.
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.
Knives and forks being sharpened for the big event
Thanksgiving feast that is too come
Turkey’s everywhere on alert wanting to avoid the Ax
Their thought of escape from the oven to being stuffed
Always the main course
Turkey’s defeat
Planning on their retreat
Turkeys are leaving town
Planning places where they can’t be found
While others are being plucked
Victims of no surrender
Turkey score
It will be a soar
Households all united in their quest of the turkey serve
Knives and forks getting set to dig in
Turkeys are venturing to places to be free
The solution being flee
Turkeys want peace, rest and comfort
The Turkeys blame of the Pilgrim’s in what they started
They couldn’t leave wellness alone
Turkeys became full blown
Pilgrim’s, look what you done
“Turkey pig out”
Letter from the Beeb
Addressed to me by name
Should I grasp the chance
Should I strive for fame?
Hello Fellow Food Mauler
Come and join the Eliite
Bring a clean pinnie anc
Come looking clean and neat.
To Great British Dinners where
I really pissed off the host
No matter what they asked for
I served ‘em Beans on toast
My entree toast and marmite
With just a smear of Marge
With the bread sliced in four
So it wasn’t all too large.
I served treacle on toast
For my simple sweet
A glass of iced water
Made my offering complete
My menu got ‘em baffled
They didn’t know what to do
It was only by a whisker
They didn’t let me through
I should have been more daring
And enhanced the main course
Offering choice of Dark Soy,
Tomato, or Heinz brown sauce
Come cooking on the Tele where
If you told ‘em all it was good
They’d eat fried Elephant dung
Served on a bit of wormy wood
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
My name is dreaming
as a verb
but I have spent my whole life as an adverb
like a side dish
that prepares you for the main one
and I don’t know
which paths led me here
or it’s because of all those paths that I missed
my spatial orientation is fuc*ed
mind has it’s own will
it aligns according to the needs and desires of other
just like a side dish
sometimes I'm too much
so they postpone me aside
or I’m used for digestion layering
paving the way for the chef's recommendation
in other scenario they just skip me
as I "value" less then the preferred main course
value
such a discriminating word
forcing gradation division between two poles
creating binary emulsion where we all suffocate eventually
I can’t breathe
accumulated stress from constant apprehension
whether I’ll be delayed, ignored, or consumed
constructed thick cobweb layer above my larynx
which caught me in the adverb matrix where you don’t have time
to rebel against side dish label as you’re occupied by grasping air
I can’t breathe
my bio is laid on the last page of the menu
I’m tired
I’m so tired of being accompaniment for someone else’s happiness
I just can’t breathe
my heart is trauma bonded
mind is living in side dish delusion
and lungs have misplaced their confidence beneath that cobweb
I want to fire the match
and start my own private big bang
I need to
Elmont was hungry
He needed money
Trying not to be bitter
Hearing the bull sifting through the ticket litter
Two bucks thrown away
Nothing came through his way
Headed home
All alone
Planning what to tell his bookie on the phone
And there it appeared
Saying he had nothing to fear
Wiping a tear
Suddenly, seeing a gigantic steer
“He has a lot of raw meat
When grilled at the proper heat
Tangy and sweet”
But how does Elmont take
This beef cake
From the grazing land
To the hamburger stand
Elmont thought and sought
How this entrée could be caught
Go up to the main course on the lawn
And say ‘you are not going to see the dawn’
‘I am in control
Going to take you in on my patrol’
With a little light left
Moos could even be heard by the deaf
He found one wanting to be cooked
Slaughtered and seasoned as stated in the good book
“Moo” said the cow
Elmont answered him with a pow
A few hours later
His loving partner was the waiter
“You tipped the cow way too much
And he didn’t like where you touched
I took spare ribs out of the freezer
Enjoy them at your leisure”
It took work
To barbeque the pork
An interesting selection
No need for rejection
Even though Elmont did not get a steak dinner
His wife tonight was the true winner
As the day turned
Fighting Irish were certainly concerned
Waiting for a meeting
With an Aloha greeting
Aggies promoting the lone star
Trying to clear the collegiate hardwood bar
Hoping something is left in their athletic jar
But when morning shines
No one can decline
Way back east
Main course turkey feast
First a holiday parade
Wanting a good grade
Balloons inflating
Celebrity gobbling about who they are dating
As singers and dancers
Display answers
During an entertaining show
To welcome Father Christmas, you know
Then for some
When Philly and New York are done
Where do they go for some fun
Motor city
Looking ever so pretty
Lions, bears
Featuring a wild life battle that should be fair
Only to be replaced
When the cowboys and raiders take the space
Giving a reason to hold a family dessert race
As the moon uses its lighted lunar pen
One must legally defend
Dropping a French Quarter
Tempting the reporter
Being told to keep their story shorter
Explaining about the saints and bills
Using photogenic stills
Saying anything at will
Trying to close a mystery
Haunting history
Started where one gambles on sins
Concluded when voodoo proclaim who wins
Allowing US to sleep
Counting sheep
Not needing to issue a peep
About why once we all needed to weep
Due to the actions from a creep
Attending a parade in the street
Having anger from the Russian bear who was a lion
Service and democracy he was, not buying
Acting like a cowboy
Raiding the festive joy
To pay the bills
A saint he was forced to kill
Do not worry about tomorrow
And any information horror
Take two steps back
Use tact
Enjoy Thanksgiving
And embrace living
I am a blizzard; you are a flurry:
you are the tea leaves, I am the teapot.
A Lancelot and Guinevere combo:
you're the key; I'm the lock to Camelot.
I am a fantasy; you are a dream:
you're a blazing sun; I am a lit match.
I am a firefly; you're a twinkling star:
you're an itch; I'm a satisfying scratch.
I'm the universe; you are the Big Bang:
you're a shooting star; I'm a starry night.
I'm Quasimodo, you are Notre Dame:
you are the main course; I'm the appetite.
I'm a violin, you're an orchestra:
you are my melody, and I'm your song.
I am a tango, you are a ballet:
not quite the same; that's why we get along.