Long Restaurant Poems
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You may think that I am famous
Can't recall my name but
You've seen me hang out with the stars
Believe me I'm right there with ya
I'm in their every picture
They don't know me but I know who they are
Thought it'd do me a world of good
To move out West to Hollywood
And try to get my name put up in lights
I myself see nothing wrong
Being the king of the Photo Bomb
Though I'm still matinee and not full price
When I see a major star
I run up to their fancy car
And kindly open up the door
They all give me the strangest glance
When they can't quite place me yet
They feel they've seen me somewhere before
I'm at the next table in the restaurant
Sitting smiling nonchalant
Big toothy grins when the flash bulbs go pop
I'm the guy by the swimming pool
In the Speedo looking cool
Waiting on the Photo Bomb to drop
Or the guy on the red carpet
Expertly placing my spinning head
At the perfect strategical angle
So when the picture does appear
In all the Major Rags for years
I'll be more famous than Charlie Rangel
Those of us that'll never make it
Can anyone really blame us
For trying to slide our way to the top
It's all I really know how to do
If you really must know the truth
My only claim to fame...the Photo Bomb
People loved my soup but they hated me.
Everybody referred to me as the Soup Nazi.
I was strict with people and they feared me because I'm scary.
I scream my head off, that's why I've never been able to marry.
Everybody knew something that was certainly true.
When people pissed me off, I yelled "No soup for you!"
I refused to sell soup to a woman for kissing her boyfriend while standing in line.
My rules were going to be obeyed, I don't care that enforcing them was unkind.
I refused to sell soup to a bald man because he wanted free bread.
When a woman found my recipes in my armoire, I wanted to be dead.
Just because I treated her like dirt, she published them and put me out of business.
I had to close my restaurant and return to Argentina, my life truly is a mess.
I demanded discipline, breaking my rules was what I didn't allow.
I will one day return to America and slaughter Elaine like a cow!
(This poem was inspired by a Seinfeld episode.)
'It's A Small World' Restaurant ~ Hudson Valley, New York
My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
the food I serve is multinational;
selected dishes, tasty, lots of fun
served in a setting that's compared to none.
The dining room's a circular design;
the floor rotates around and walls align
with landscapes of fine countries of the world
so diners feel the ambiance while whirled.
From USA's hamburger treats with fries
to Ireland's rich, delicious shepherd pies,
deep-dish lasagna with Italian wine,
and bratwurst, spaetzle Germans think divine.
Some soul food choices cooked as African
American delights browned in the pan,
like chicken, southern fried with black-eyed peas
and collard greens, a dish that's sure to please.
My Asian menu's served with varied teas,
from Chinese favorites to Japanese:
Chow Mein, Dim Sum, fried rice and spring rolls too;
Sushi, Tempura, Niku Jaga stew.
Great Britain's fish and chips, beef wellington,
or escargot from France; all said and done,
my restaurant draws many people in
to choose their culture's favorite at whim.
And while they dine, the music plays along
selected part from each land's special song.
My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
with food and spirit multinational.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: My Imaginary Restaurant
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/03/2016
Inspired by:
Garden Grill Restaurant - Epcot, Disney World, Florida
revolves around vibrant views from Living with the Land.
and
It's A Small World - Show, The Magic Kingdom, Disney World, Florida
I heard the wallpaper start peeling off the wall in the kitchen.
Garth my pet giraffe must be still be ferociously itch’n.
Penguin waddles up to give me his slanted report.
I ask about the chipmunks – Nancy, Herman and Mort.
They scurry up to show me the tattoos on their tails.
I say, “you can accompany me to dinner if all else fails.”
Not in that posh, stuck up fancy restaurant, Herman tells me.
I would rather be run over by a truck down by the sea.
Herman is pure drama, a stage actor in New York Training.
These pets are getting to be too much, I find them draining.
There is a sick llama who needs a home, Mort happily said.
I rolled my eyes, and laid back down, pretending to go to bed.
(This is a fictional poem)
My arms, legs and ribs have been broken and I'm wearing a neck collar.
It happened when I went to a five star restaurant and was charged three hundred
dollars.
All my wife and I had were a couple of steaks.
When i told the owner that I didn't have enough money, a lot of bones started to
break.
He dumped a pot of linguini and clams over my head and then jabbed me in the
nuts with a fork.
He burned my hands on his stove and I started crying like a little dork.
He started beating me and he wouldn't quit.
He beat me so hard that it made me ####.
You may be laughing at me, you may think it's funny.
But you won't find it so amusing if you ever go to that restaurant without enough
money.
Form:
In a quiet restaurant of the town,
I waited apprehensive for a while,
when suddenly the door opened,
and I saw a floating figure enter.
She came like a bird on wings of ebullience,
sat with poise on the chair close to me.
I could smell the enticing scent she wore,
saw a lone mole on her chin’s beauty spot.
Time was ticking slowly in my nerves,
I perceived my senses on the edge.
I drank a glass of iced water,
that seemed melted from glacial silence.
The lights were romantically diffuse,
the air was filled with fervently soft music.
On my first date I felt being in the fairyland,
as I woke up from the entrancing dream spell.
The aura of her flamboyance charmed me,
as I soared enthralled on cloud nine.
Her angelic smile allured me back,
and I gave her the red rose I brought.
As in her silken voice she said “thank you”,
my shy kiss landed on her beauty spot.
I whispered “glad you came, but a bit late”,
she said “early for the next date”, and smiled.
_______________
January 26, 2023
Contest : My Dream Date
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Ganganissoon
Sullen face , unkempt hair,
Sharp eyes, could hide her sorrow
A kid girl, crossing daily
India- Myanmar border
In search of food!
This side, Moreh, a tiny town
Morning market, a hub, commercial
That’s the lifeline, for this tiny Burmese girl!
Wiping table after table
Washing dishes
Quietly she waits for the next order
Customers, Uncle, the restaurant owner,
All kings for her!
Sitting at the corner of the restaurant
Leisurely sipping tea
Soon my eyes catches her face,
Gun fight, no food, malnourished siblings
Helpless mother, resigned to fate, her father,
Her helplessness flashed on her sunken face!
I wish!
I could tell Uncle, her employer
Hey man, have mercy!
Suddenly, I heard the pale voice of her!
“Uncle, it’s time to go”,
Ok. Come next day early
He drew the drawer , a hundred rupee (INR),
Thought a moment , added another twenty rupees,
“you did well, lot of people, you deserve extra buck”,
Take this packet of food your home!
All on a sudden, flicker of smile on her face,
Her joy!
Blissful face of uncle, the owner
I could feel
Humanity spread large
On the floor of this restaurant!
Amid all these worldly burden,
Uncle, the last resort!
when i was younger, a meal out at a restaurant wasn’t a weeks worth of skipping breakfast
it wasn’t laxatives to make me feel worth something.
since i was a child, the word fat has been used to shame people. it never hurt me, until i realised it was supposed to. so when i was called fat i took a look at myself in the mirror and didn’t see a healthy child who enjoyed three meals a day, i saw a girl who would look better with her fingers down her throat.
i didn’t realise feeling hungry would become a thing i felt proud of, something about the cold water travelling down to the empty pit of my stomach made me feel whole.
i began to forget all of the things i loved in life and my illness was all i thought about.
people would comment on my weight and i became a valuable subject of conversation. “oh look at how slim her legs are” “look how much weight she’s lost on her face”
why would i stop when my eating disorder was the most exciting thing about me.
dinner dates with friends and movie nights turned into checking the calories on a bag of popcorn and crying when i realised i’d surpassed my daily limit.
the scales became my best friend and i wasn’t worried anymore about feeling full, i was obsessed with feeling empty
i was scared of what would happen if i picked up the fork or didn’t check how many calories were in a tomato
binging because my support system and purging became my routine
the illness hasn’t stopped hurting me and i’m afraid it will never stop
but i’m more afraid that it does
-unKnown Person
Do You Know What Really Get's Me Going?
When I'm about to slip on a banana and someone yells " Wait" way too late.
When someone hurts or wounds an animal and
call it a sport.
When I'm waiting at the bus stop and the
bus driver passes me up.
When people are staring at me and I wonder why, I find out later that I have toilet paper hanging out of my pants.
When I greet someone in a friendly manner and that don't say a word.
When I go to a restaurant and order soup and its lukewarm.
When someone wakes me out of a peaceful sleep at 12:00 am.
When department stores put the wrong clothe size on clothes on purpose.
And that just to name a few!!!!!
Inspired by the " It Really Gets Me Going Contest" by Kevin Shaw
5-18-19
Alexis Y
5729 Evergreen Street
Hampton City
September 24, 2016
9:00 a.m.
Detective Sparkly arrived to the crime scene where Jaron was found dead. It was an abandoned parking lot. He looked to the nearby surroundings. There was not any house near. Only was a bakery store. He decided to enter to the store to buy a pastry.
After eating the pastry, he came back to the crime scene. He found a found a teared business card under an oak tree. It was the first clue found in the crime scene.
The business card had the initials JSS stock brocker company. That was the name of Jaron business. Detective Sparkly took it and put it in one of his pants pockets. He returned to his car and left the parking lot. The next place to visit will be the inponent JSS building. One of the most highest buildings in Hampton City. After arriving to the building, one of the Jaron executives introduced himself as Timothy Larson.
Detective Sparkly asked Timothy who was the last person to see Jason alive. He was one of Jaron's assistant. The last time Jaron was seen at the office was on September 16, 2016 at 9:00 p.m. after a meeting of the Board of Directors of JSS. Detective Sparkly thanked you Timothy and left the JSS building. He called Tarlene to meet at a renowned shopping mall called Woods Square to discuss the first findings.
Tarlene arrived to the shopping mall at 11:00 a.m. Detective Sparkly was waiting her in front of an oriental restaurant. They entered the restaurant to order Eel rolls. After eating, Detective Sparkly told to Tarlene that he suspects that someone from JSS was involved in Jaron's crime. Tarlene was shocked for Detective Sparkly deduction. Jaron never told her that he had any problem with a member of JSS company.
Detective Sparkly said goodbye to Tarlene. The investigation was already starting. The next place to visit will be Jaron's daughter, Christie. Jaron told to Tarlene last time they talked by phone that he was going to visit his daughter after the ending of JSS meeting. She lives in a mansion outside the limits of Hampton City. The visit was never realized. Detective Sparkly will interview her as part of the investigation .
Nayda Ivette
11-28-2015