Everything one says,
everything one writes
is a declaration of who
one is. I put as much
effort into my comments
as I do into my poetry --
they also transverse the
electron world. Missed
opportunity – Main-course
or a quick warmer-upper,
Soup is precious to my
table of wholesome Etiquette
and expression.
Here’s the age of Feast and Famine,
Ruled by men whose god is Mammon.
These consumers’ satisfaction
Comes with every swift transaction.
They crave neither bread nor honey,
Their main course is fueled by money:
Bar codes, coupons, discounts, price tags.
All leftovers go in gift bags.
Online ads on new devices
Lure its prey with “Better Prices!”
Name-brands play the role of giver
Just so fools can hoard their sliver.
These consumers starve unknowing
Parasites are ever growing.
Devil is the god of Mammon
In the age of Feast and Famine.
So how do you like your sushi
just sashimi on a plate?
or do you prefer it wrapped in nori?
decorated with microgreens and eggs?
And is there wasabi?
that heat to the tongue?
just a dash or a dab?
Does it make your nose run?
Do you dip in soy?
or is it the modern aminos?
without that salty it seems a bit drab....
Do you like your fish as an appetizer to your meal
or can it be the main course?
Do you want a bit of surf and turf
alternating between beef and fish
culinary exertion almost unreal?
Start with seaweed salad, edamame or just some simple hot green tea?
And is it chopsticks or handrolls?
or do you eat with your hands?
Are there other accompanying tricks?
I long to hear of your distinguishing traits
as you tempt me with your stories and wit
So tell me your tales of sushi
and I will tell you mine
And then perhaps we shall have some saki
and find another way to pass the time
- Do you like it raw? - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 6/15/2024 2:48PM
Yeah... I am a bit salty today
There was a young turkey named Sam
Whose favorite food was sweet ham.
Though kept as a pet
He could not forget
Thanksgiving Day might be a scam!
Though liked by the folks on the farm
He still felt they might do some harm-
Like, choose him to eat
As their main course treat!
Roast piggy would ease his alarm!
Cows give milk, also 'wallets' sewn from leather
'shoes' accent her dress, 'Hide's' cover her body
in northern freezing weather...
USDA protects everybody
Beef prepared, served as a main course
should be shared somewhere with your buddy
family or friends, perhaps any somebody
especially when smothered in steak sauce
Lobster you eat I adore
this Poem I scribe, for nutrition to explore
scientists observe shellfish close, daily
lobsters fight, a victor will mate, Olay!
Scientist, those fishermen, do monitor count
then will return females, increase their amount
large ones will not be placed on a menu
nutritionist catalog value, appointment venue
having read that interesting message at-top
good decision, you will decide, as you shop
for your 'Maine Lobster' is truly to be loved
dipped in butter, healthier than our cow above
Touch, taste, feel, devour,
let sweat and tears couple;
Setting off a new sound
essential to your life,
my body’s your playground;
Touch, taste, feel, devour;
It’s overpowering,
flavor so aggressive;
Both the side and main course,
I’m cool with excessive;
Touch, taste, feel, devour
bold bite marks build bruises;
A chromatic fraction
violent plum surface,
all the rage distraction.
NOUVELLE CUISINE
Nouvelle cuisine the waiter said, as he served the food to me
Where’s the rest I asked him, as I’d earlier skipped my tea
Tiny bits of something on a massive bloody dish
I tried to woo my girlfriend by pretending I was swish
You can pick the restaurant, was my very first mistake
I thought she’d pick our local for some scampi or a steak
Instead she chose Pierre’s, which was going to be steep
I’d heard the food was lovely though the prices made you weep
I gazed upon the menu, which was written out in French
And scanned along the prices, which made my buttocks clench
To refrain from looking stupid, I ordered some red wine
We requisitioned dinner and prepared ourselves to dine
A puny bowl of soup arrived, we felt a touch irate
We had to eat it quickly or it could evaporate
The main course had potato which was hidden by some meat
Five al-dente vegetables, all stacked up nice and neat
A de-constructed rhubarb tart, that’s what they served us next
Though why they took it all apart has left us kinda vexed
We left a tip and paid the bill…a pretty hefty fee
Then dandered into town and we got a KFC
Lips toothy smiles never desert:
For one's main course pays plus dissert
A granted walk by a bush stopped,
A political subject dropped!
Eyes searching for yours, finding them
Eyes proclaiming you a rare gem...
Soon, breathing down a not-warmed neck;
A time,if you're wise,him check.
Ladies should go beyond 'Recoil'
Their hackles rise,their blood boil
"Heh guy!I see that you're trying:
My eyes have yet to start lying!"
The war is against reduction
From submission to seduction.
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
YUMMY
Pickle
tickles
Eager tongue tempted to taste.
Can’t resist, but I make haste.
So satisfaction.
Need not to mention.
After main course to relish.
Hence in hurry to finish.
Sweet Sour Spicy!
Oh,Yummy! I see.
09/08/22
Re edited on 09/13/22
Imagine if everything was topsy-turvy
The sky was a bright yellow green
Grass was a deep shade of crimson
The strangest darn sight you've seen
People walking around upside down
No need for wearing shoes
Six foot birds with smelly breath
A dog with a very loud mew
It would seem like a funny world
If all the pigs wore pants
An elephant doing a pirouette
Even crocodiles doing a dance
You'd eat some meat for a snack
For the main course only good stuff
Like some apple right-side-up cake
Which you could always get enough
What a topsy-turvy world it would be
If you greeted friends with “good-bye”
Total confusion would surely reign
Happy things would make you cry
" Those who serve arrogance as their main course
will eat humble pie for dessert. " ~~~
Frank. K. Sonnenberg.
Humble Pie can be sweet
Or it can be tart.
It's down to our attitude when we eat
And take the lessons to heart.
Either way, it's good for us!
It keeps us in our place.
A bit like meds, unpleasant at first,
But a change is seen in our face.
A better side of our self shines out
And it makes others smile.
For the good of our personality
We must eat of it once in a while.
Written 11th January 2022
For the BUZZWORDS contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
He loved a drink did ol'Johnny McBeal
And offered to cook the thanksgiving meal
All the trimmings with turkey
For their friends and family
His wife agreed but no drink was the deal...
On the big day he was up before five
But with no drink knew he wouldn't survive
Found a bottle of sherry
Then started to get merry
Guests arrived and the bird was still alive...
Johnnys wife said " you've ruined thanksgiving
The turkeys gobbling and it's still living
There is no main course
I want a divorce
I'm upset and I won't be forgiving"...
She then reached out for a sharp carving knife
Johnny was shaking in fear for his life
She wanted the turkey dead
Who ran out the door and fled
Johnny thought she is one demented wife...
Johnny was determined to save the day
And phoned Mcdonalds for a takeaway
Ten turkey burgers arrived
Ol' Johnny's marriage survived
Then before dinner they knelt down to pray...
And what became of the McBeals turkey?
He was found terrified up in a tree
His poor life was spared
By someone who cared
Now lives in peace in a bird sanctuary...
Written 16th November 2021
The crazy turkey
Prancing through the open field
With no fear of death.
He knows the time of the year
Soon he'll be the main course.
My Kryptonite
Sweet tooth is the sweet truth of mine.
And my kryptonite! Any time, day, or night.
I know, this is wrong, not right.
May be termed as vice!
But to me perfect and nice.
Sweet attachment inherited from my father
Transmitted to all siblings: Sister and brother.
I hold disciplined persona with controlled life- style
Showing my exact profile.
Yet can’t restrain myself from sweet dish
Always to relish.
In any party or feast
I eat little from main course
letting sufficient space for desserts
to satisfy greedy sweet taste buds
though inviting health hazards.
In spite of sugar problem, I feel helpless
but to indulge sweet intakes:
My kryptonite
through day and night.
10/08/21
'Your Kryptonite'
Contest by Anthony Biaanco
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