Meals Poems - Poems about Meals

We give You thanks for all Your benefits O Almighty Eternal God Who lives and reigns forever Amen Poetry Form: Quatrain Date Typed: May 19, 2025 Time Typed: 9:47pm ...

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(Please) Bless us O Divine Lord And these Your gifts Which we are about to receive From Your goodness Through (Father Christ) our Lord Amen Poetry Form: Free Verse Date Typed: May 19, 2025 Time Typed: 9:41pm ...

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M+Mother you work very hard for our family, O+Oven hot for wonderful homemade meals. T+Tiny ones you were given from, H+Heaven above. E+Everyone wants to say Thank You, R+Raising a glass for your love on this very, 'S+Special day. D+Doing God's work you are, A+An angel disguised as a mother. Y+You have all my love forever. ...

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My robot brings me six meals a day We started out with three, but he was sad He lives to please me in every kind of way His baking is good, his frying and cooking not bad Robot makes my bed, he shines my boots and shoes Eliminates all doubts, makes me laugh, tickles away my blues He vacuums and dusts,...

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Can you see the Pharisee washing his hands, full of pride? Hasn't he, in his show-off, kept his honesty aside? The one who called you for meals had his agenda in mind. To prove you are wrong, in you some faults he wanted to find With the cleansing of dishes, you asked, Do you peep within? More than the dust...

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Imagine if, when giving thanks, We grilled some burgers, ribs and franks And ate our turkey in July With yams and fresh-baked pumpkin pie. Our guests would rear up and revolt And out the door a few would bolt, For some traditions can’t be ditched, Including foods which can’t be switched. I’ve heard some folks eat mac and cheese On both occasions, if you...

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I'd love to ban bombs, Let's do it with aplomb! Chicks, go on strike. No longer skirts to hike, Starve men of meals and sex, No more washing, cast the hex, Create peace that way, Freedom for Earth one day, That's what I would change, Ban all bombs from our range, Girls, peace is allowed, Noble Jung be proud!...

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She counts her calories, Reminders that even her hips Can lie, as they lye quietly against His leg, hesitant to breathe, Soft as a kiss, yet longing to exhale, Winds of respite from the calories, Counted silently, amid Vegetables and fruits, some fiber Proteins in hues of solid colors, Like a gesture to be weighed After the sins of swallowing whole, Devouring meals of fats Who...

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With this substance a lot to link, If only one would clearly think But nothing between Zinc and school’s ink Nor voyaging vessels that sink: Perhaps the gray of oysters, not pink… We all should crave the mineral Zinc. You ask me to explain i’ll blink But a doctor gives you a wink Of guys about to glasses clink: ‘Please,...

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Bones remain, retain, and nourish the under-croft, the terrain, the meadow green. Bones replant. They are meals for the mouths of ghosts. The dead feed the living, and the living cut down the alive to feed themselves. The world must eat itself. This is called husbandry and farming. It is also called shopping and carrying, killing, and butchery. Those that eat only vegetables also partake; for the leaf and...

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Let’s make a meal out of this mountain I said to Clouth. With a giant goat gulp I had a boulder in my mouth. Which I thought would be fun until things went south And my teeth began to crack and break and fall out. Clouth thought it was a competition, so he chomped on a tree. Spitting...

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Bones and their ash remain, retain and nourish the under-croft, the terrain. The meadow green. Bones replant. The dead feed the living, and the living cut down the living to feed themselves. The world must eat itself. This is called husbandry and farming. It is also called shopping and carrying, killing, and butchery. Those that eat only vegetables also partake. A grave is a half-way house, Urns are waiting rooms. The...

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Love Fruits, Passion's Meals On Which I Once Sup When I ponder my life, its fleeing years- Youth with its blessings and its cold dark fears; Wandering through world and paths not taken Truth of the sorrows and those forsaken; Faint gaspings of romantic interludes; Treasures lost, unforgiving attitudes; Celebrating those small victories gained, Savoring what true love in life remained. Whispers searching soul...

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Marmoset directs traffic better than monkeys or sloths. He stands in the highway and walks his feet off. We have hired other species. but they do not hold a candle. To Marmoset who can do it at every single damned angle. He is demanding a raise, sixteen more meals a week. For he has plenty of mouths to feed, and...

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God's neat Let's eat Meal's done God's gone...

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