Strange is a wedding that sidelined cake.
Many appear at one for its sake.
We have dreams of time to one bake,
For Rich Cake begin to time stake…
Cake for weddings even if fake;
For the supreme sense it does make,
Refusing to heed the Old Snake,
Going ahead to bliss awake…
Cakes cutting goes with love wish
For bride and bride groom main dish:
Together, they hold its knife
Their journey starts: Husband and Wife!
Cake is the first pride of flour,
And does challenge the Bride’s Flower:
A part of great cake Vanilla
I’d packet mine in Manila…
“Thousands” when lips want to cake cost
“A Million Dollars” I’ll be lost!
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.
Vanilla convocate
Cherry mamberley
Chocolate cake Alamo
Boysenberry peach pie
Lemon meringue
Main dish french fries and crepe crescent in salmon patties
Yuck all this and a tebow full of ketchup
Yum ya think your stomach's on the run
Be honest with yourself you know you want this menu
Come on man sit down and order your some
Get you some of them fried onions
Huh!
Yum!
1/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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.
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!
Lung smoke and mirrors
shatter the wed dream with a bang
The lies become clearer
A hail of false bullet vows rang,
revolving deceit adulterously sang
Ring finger is missing sacred forged metal,
severed bond got an autopsy divorce settle
Trigger heart aim to fatal kiss the jugular hard,
life insurance has a messy clause
Joined together til’ death is the separating part:
cold cash on a barrel reload pause
Splatter the truth on a red carpet aisle —
love was just a paper mirage
Words of fidelity was deadly lead guile
Anniversary surprise
grants a devil cake death wish,
sent by Browning eyes
Bang, bang sniffs is the main dish,
amore stiff bosom of a frozen fish
Flatline sound of a trigger heart goodbye,
last rite tear click of an empty chamber cry
Kennel brimming with dogs,
kibble and bits main dish,
kneel down get doggie kiss,
knoll walk a special treat,
kinetic happy feet,
know they need family,
kindly adopt they're free.
3-8-17
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
Joulupoyta
Feast fit for a king on a day the king was born
17 Nov 2015
Joulupöytä (translated "Yule table") is the name of the traditional assortment of foods served at Christmas in Finland, similar to the Swedish smörgåsbord. It contains many different dishes, most of them typical for the season. The main dish is usually a large Christmas ham, which is eaten with mustard or bread along with the other dishes
Mr.Mish got screwed on the fish
He cried over his main dish
The dish was so screwy
Emitted a mewee
Jumped out of plate with a swish
Rainy days chill makes me lazy here in my cabin
Only croaks of frogs, I hear, singing with no rhythm,
Snails crawl on the ground; earthworms are visible in my garden
Used them as baits, to the river I went for some fishing.
Yet water running from slopes makes the river cold
No fish on surface, they swim deep and avoid,
I stayed hours while singing 'Raindrops Keeps Fallin' in my Head'
But nay, no fish eats my bait; can I just shoot them, instead?
Sam said true, "Fish deep, fear not to plunge deep
Fulfillment is gained; why not face your fear,
Swim and play, water is enticing, dear
Water holds fun and lots from it to keep!"
I like to catch fish, though I cannot swim deep
Neither kill a fish, take off its intestines and gills,
Scaling it, cook and eat it in zest
I'd prefer catching fish and throw it back, I guess!
Hmn...I think I prefer it as a sport than feed
Yet I have naughty thoughts as I do the deed,
If my man is here, he may join me as we catch some fish
Ha ha! Can we make love before we eat the main dish? (Wink)
Inner Whispers
*****
Date: March 7, 2014
Light Poetry
7th Place win
Contest :
Gone Fishin'
by Caleb Smith
some may pray
others stray
believe as you wish
life is the main dish
you may even hate me
just don’t hang me from tree
how we live is our choice
you may hear your god’s voice
live and let live that’s my life
see you in the afterlife
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 dishes 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.
I jumped from the plane while making a wish
My purpose and plan was feeding the fish
Now feeding the crocodile
I suddenly lost my smile
Invited to supper I'm their main dish
They say that fishing is a sport,
but who wants to compete with a fish?
These small, slimy swimmers
often end up as someone's main dish.
The fish's pea sized brain
is usually fooled by store bought bait.
The only problem for the fisherman
is how long his patience must wait.
A fishing rod and decorated hook
lures the brainless victim to its death.
After its fins slap the human skin,
the fisherman brags with every breath.
A cold blooded fish's defeat
means little on the scoreboard of life.
If fishing is meant to be a sport,
why are the losers chopped up with a knife?
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