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Dough Dash

With my computer in hand, out the door I dash....
To other people's doors for cash

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop

Dashing, Grubhubbing, and Ubering galore,
In a sputtering economy, lent-filled pockets I really abhor

Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop 

Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a fresh and different energy looms

A mad dash for cash

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door 
I GO

To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, yet so close, is this human interaction

A mad dash for cash 

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO

Charlie Martin was always fartn

Charlie Martin was always fart’n
Thanks to his mama, Mrs. Martin
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Never salt, sugar, or anything with crunch

Baked beans, lima beans, chili beans too
Sometimes in a Shepard’s pie, sometimes in a stew
Kid who sits in school in Martin’s row
Says Martin's beanie aroma curls his big toe

A skunk is not as offensive, said Little Gee
I bet at four o’clock his mama serves bean tea.
Charlie Martin knew he was stinky.
But his input in home menus was really dinky.

Error 404: Freedom Not Found

Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE,"  
algorithms hum what thoughts to lose—  
a labyrinth of tailored streets  
where every turn pretends it’s mete.  

The app says "yes" but limits "no",  
while search bars choke what seeds might grow.  
Drop-down menus mock the "free"—  
liberty’s a loading spree.  

We swipe left through infinite feeds,  
terrified to close the apps we’ve kneeled.  
The tightest chains are coded thoughts:  
ghostwriters scripting what we’re not.

-

Good Intentions From A Nostalgia Nutcase

'Marty King, this ain't my thing
You must be suffering as if your life is buffering' 
I reply 'If I was roughin', then I'll take Me a Bufferin'
Eat me some stuffin' and a banana nut muffin
Make me some cheese grits
Then I'll munch on some Ritz
Bump some song that were not hits
The that give me Lovely Fits
The feeling makes me feel all snug
Like a Lavendar Scented Hug
My favorite menus dwell in hidden venues
It's the stuff I'll be ForEver Into
And Will AllWays be diggin' views
For The Search Continues......

Holiday Meals

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 please,
And one Thanksgiving, we did brood
When stuck with eating Chinese food.

But mostly, menus stay the same
On holidays, when families claim
To stick to what they always eat,
To make the past and present meet.

Hey! hi! A plausible blessing

A poets taste buds are a lonesome place
When threatened by alien interface
One must strap in for emergency brace
To sample the menus thrown at our face

Hey! hi! recipes can never outshine
True creativity's rare soulful divine
Of course, one may pair with fine vintage wine
After ten long sips - all will be just fine

As knowledge advances, we shirk the test 
New ingredients won't bake like the rest
Let's savour on a la carte and invest
On a tasty PS trophy contest

Hey! hi! Here to boil, to chew and digest
An acquired moot taste my tongue doth protest

Menus

“menus”


when the phone
option becomes

English or
Spanish

i’ll
never

admit
that

i’m
Irish

Why Am I Here

I
I am
I am in 
I am in poetry 
I am in poetry soup
I am in poetry soup to 
I am in poetry soup to stay 

I am used to sourly, 
salty, dryly, whyly
 and sweety foods
Because the mix up 
foods are medicaments 
If John the Baptist ate Scopions 
Who am I to complain about free combinations 
of some  delicous soups
 which I am given in poetry soup? 
I am happy with different menus. 
It always my choice to select my favourite recipes 
to eat in 24 hours daily 

Just my choice , Just my choice 
Just my choice, Just my choice 
Just my choice, Just my choice 

Because cooked foods 
is always available.
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly,dryly  and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!

July 3/2023

Halibut

I’m not a fan of seafood but don’t mind
a tuna salad or fried fish with fries.
In England, that’s called fish ‘n’ chips. I find
the same name used on menus here. My eyes
spy that title easily. I am awed.
By a nice huge serving of fish ‘n’ chips.
The fish is likely halibut or cod,
but the one that passes through my lips
most often is halibut (a flatfish).
It’s firmer – more substantial – than cod is.
However, it costs more than cod. I wish
it wasn’t so dang expensive. Gee whiz!
“Just for the halibut” I ask for it!
But that's no whim; I like it quite a bit.

Pedigree Cuisine

Perhaps for dinner you might try
A steak and veggie plate
Or some chicken wrapped in nori,
Such a treat to masticate!

At some eateries, the menus
Are creative as food gets,
Which is really a surprise because
The customers are pets.

San Francisco’s restaurant “Dogue”
And Manhattan’s “Judy Z’s”
Offer rawhide bones and cupcakes,
All with canine tastes to please.

Though I understand that owners
Love their dogs, I must admit
Fancy dog meals in a restaurant 
Just seems inappropriate.

Four Cafes

    The four cafes, bordering the canal, sat eerily still this January night.  So often they seemed to blend together but on occasion any one of them could become a little more rowdy, and tactfully competitive - making the view a little more interesting.  I would watch from my apartment window as their personalities were expressed through music, each displaying their own version of laughter and unique aromas defining their menus and all, oh! so heavenly.  I watched with envy as couples danced and caroused on the festooned decks that laced the water’s edge and I’d sway to the rhythmic pulses rippling in the water's reflection. 
   But on this evening, I watched as each sat in silence.  The haze of fog had settled just above the canal’s waterline, slowly drifting in rhyme to its flow, deepening the stillness.  I was filled with a sense of sadness.  Each empty cafe appeared to be waiting for someone... a friend maybe, possibly a lover?  But no one came. It was an emptiness I knew well.   

loneliness lingers
in an ominous silence,
still waters quiver

A Big Occasion

To mark a big occasion
There should be a special meal,
Most often in a restaurant;
(At least that’s how I feel).

Today’s the anniversary
Of when I met my mate,
So therefore we will dine somewhere
Outside to celebrate.

Without a reservation
We’ll just stroll around the ‘hood
And peek at menus, noting
If the food and drink sound good.

It’s not our usual routine,
But after all these years,
Most anyplace will do to eat
And toast this date with beers.

Truth Finally Revealed

Truth Finally Revealed
David J Walker

The lie wrapped in the riddle 
Lay bare to the gaze of wonder
If Only 
	From the middle 
	There were the words 
	Of thunder

If Only
	I knew the words
A riddle
To challenge passwords 
Into places overgrown 
		An abundance
Of unknown
vocalic menus 

The lie wrapped in the riddle
Underlies the leanings of 
The liar 
Words on fire
	 	used in 
Soliloquy & Secularization
The cost is bourn 
	In hesitation 

When truth is finally revealed

Lovers

lovers 

eyes lock, hands touch

as they reach for menus

moments of electric tension

conversation, drinks sipped, dessert savored 

inevitable shady scene

impugnable action

souls never part

lovers

La Luna Lovelies

Two bucket of beers and a basket of chips
grinning I said at the door
how gracious to greet us so quickly
Never so promptly before

No aspersions toward La Luna 
as this was our second time here
Spectacular chips and salsa
I was kidding about the beer

we leisurely looked at the menus
Ordered coke when they said out of tea
 except for us place was full empty
Still nothing occurring to me

I told the man who served us
I'm going to do a test
My favorite Myan  dish ordered
to see who had the best

Mamacita she pulled out all the stops si
beautiful delicious too
discussed how their entre differed  before
Presenting the ribbon blue

They could not have been any nicer
A lovely place to dine 
good food and warm smiling servers
And manners gracious and fine


As we walked to the car I glanced at the door
to see our distance from  whistle bit
I could not believe they were closed
When we came and never a word of it.


It made up for every dry burger,warm salad,tepid soup
my faith in eating out again
La Luna served to recoup

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