Long Main dish Poems
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After dinner
Stomach claiming to be a winner
There is an ending that is sweet
A course defined as the meal’s treat
Small surprise filled with candy
Sometimes sneaking in a little brandy
Lighting a torch
Baked Alaskan commanded to go forth
Bringing the whipping cream
Finishing off an evening that was a dream
Started with a small plate
Appetizers to nibble on as the diner’s wait
Then comes the main event
Hunger gone and went
It is the main dish
Steak or seafood the customer’s wish
When passing this elegant time
Coupling it with the right wine
Whispering they converse
Not thinking about their money in the purse
Since it is a wonderful delight
Award winning in every bite
Leaving the table
If physically able
People at peace
Soothing the bitter in any beast
Next opportunity the dessert tray arrives
Give it a try
It is the final serving
To a special moment well deserving
No worries about the check and balance
Getting home may take some talent
When looking to the ceiling
Having that regurgitating feeling
Savoring it was pleasant
For once not being a peasant
Enjoying this culinary present
Where knives and forks
Do the work
Leaving celebration to pop the cork
Italian recipes I do absolutely love
especially enticed with some spice
plenty of water at your side
cools the tongue with a little ice
Spaghetti Bolognese is my fav
brings one such Italia taste
takes you back to la Roma
such memories not want to waste
Sitting at your table in anticipation
eyes set with hand on the fork
the waiter comes to your attention
brings the wine unpops the cork
Next the finale the wait's over
the main dish is in front of you
breathe in the succulent flavour
it just looks absolutely beau
Lean beef, onion, garlic, mushroom, chilli
ingredients making it the real deal
of course not forgetting the spaghetti
simply superb stunning what a steal!
can I have a silent treatment?
where no soul will hear my screams and lament?
it's shameful.. I can't even raise my head up. I can't bear to watch the sun blind me.
it's been two years, not even a feel of the breeze that comes freely did I receive.
why? because he chained me
he rode on me every day and night.
moaning ruthlessly into my fading drums.
where I laid was where I cleaned, ate and released those cloying fart.
he was the first and I was just 13.
not fully developed into a real flower.
he destroyed my ego.
stopped me from being informed.
had me for breakfast, lunch and dinner. In which there was appetizer, main dish and dessert.
he did not mind the fact that I wasn't a wood.
tears got disgusted coming out.
pains became a next door neighbor if not a pal.
the legs I called mine, tore open like thousands boils in it.
my own became a free will
he had when he wanted,
he told me he loved me
and that he was doing the right thing.
he lied...
he lied to me, plainly and I couldn't check.
who's fault was it?
he threatened to kill if I spill.
and shut the door of my lips with roses.
the worst that got me into this madness is.
he was my father.
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table with china replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dish is fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits it ain't supper 'thout bread.
Hello, Hello, my darling
Hello my love, my love
Such a love, is your touch
I feel it so much
The touch of it is, the touch of your love is..
Lovely as heaven gives light
As a mother gives birth
And for what's it all worth
your more valuable than gold. . .
The touch of your love is glorious, so glorious
Just marvelous, so wonderful
The touch of your love is wonderful
Just wonderful, so glorious
The touch of your love just a touch
Just the touch of you gives me hope
I am so in love with you
What am I going to do
The touch of your love gives me joy, just a touch
The touch of your love gives me much joy
Satisfies me, ooh darling
All I do is just relinquish in all of this
The beginnings are as the endings
It's all beginning to be clear
When you walk toward me I swoon I drool
When you enter and leave the room
I've already missed you
The touch of your love is glorious, so glorious
Just marvelous, so wonderful
The touch of your love is wonderful
Just wonderful, so glorious
My heart is on fire
And you're my desire and you I'd never hurt
Your my main dish and desert
Come complete the meal and touch me
As I touch you, together we'll be the touch of love
11/4/74
Written words by James Edward Lee
Arranged music by Alton Adkins & James Edward Lee
I've spent sundials of time feeding ghosts,
teaspoons of fear
dollops of regret
pecks of what-ifs.
Just to keep them pacified
'til I could grow some balls and climb
the cold cliffs of courage.
but the truth is...
I'll never climb to higher realms
-don't have the gift.
though it took some time
I've accepted all of it.
I'm a creature born of the ground
made my nest in the good earth
I don't breathe stars
but I do inhale dirt...
I've grown up(somewhat) and tossed the ghosts
into a pit called self-forgiveness.
I still feed them scraps from time to time
but they'll never get what they desire,
the main dish with all the trimmings
silver-wonderful -shimmering.
Spring comes, cool breeze flow
conveying the message of peace
with a pleasant and perfumed blow.
Flowers blossom with redolent fumes.
Butterflies worried for their marriage
inviting friends,with paused tune.
Linda, Sandra dress up nice,
Jean, James come with smile,
Andrea, Anne please come in time,
Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile.
Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy
the decoration arranged by spring
the fragrance, main dish of party
served by pleasant wind.
Come with me to bless the couples.
Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms.
Grass hoppers are there
to welcome us, with melodious tune.
As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong
wearing emerald crown.
To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface
with carpet of grass, mild golden green.
I know, you all came with gift
to show your stardom.
Don't worry, I am here
please handed it over to me
without any confusion.
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Written on 29th April, 2016