Food Prose Poems | Examples
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Dating Memory
Kevin Davis 2025
I’m gonna be happy tonight,
I’m Gonna shine up my sneakers,
Gonna do them up just right,
I’m gonna take in all the sights.
I’m gonna put on my best t-shirt,
The one with Jimi on the front,
I am gonna not worry about the dirt
On my car, cause I am doin’ what I want.
My girl and I are goin’ out and have fun,
Just to find what is out there all right,
We’re not comin’ back until the first sun,
Cause we’re gonna be happy tonight.
We’ll find us some good drink and food,
We’ll find a place to look up at the moon,
Then will find a place to put us in the mood,
Then we’ll dance and sing to a funky tune.
Oh, we’re gonna be very happy tonight.
Tumultuous excitement to think of actually having an
address on the moon. Needing to be quite self sufficient,
as there will be no ordering Take-Away from ground control.
Prefab housing and inflatable furniture will be all the go.
It will have to be weighed it down, as we don’t want it to get up
and go with no gravity. Tubes of food and drink, will need
to be stocked by the mile. Living on the moon will cause
quite a smile, thanks to those first brave astronauts.
their mission was soon
it was to land on the moon
came more to explore
could we build a colony
where we could all survive there
I woke up inside a capsized boat.
What if I get cut on a coral reef?
What if I get stranded for four years like Tom Hanks?
What will I do for food, water, shelter, warmth?
Could I live without any company?
I stared at the moon.
At least I have her, I will name her Dolly.
We will have conversations.
I could write them down and become famous.
I hope I get stranded for at least two weeks I thought.
I could use the break from work.
“Ahoy!” someone called from a new boat. “Need help?”
I never did like old people
Still don’t
Which is why I never plan to be one.
I stayed in my art studio, painting up a storm
Got nine canvases almost finished
Began working on six more.
My husband took naps.
He is a professional nap-taker.
The dogs were thrilled to have us both home.
We sneaked them chicken and steak.
No one bothered us.
No one wanted to be entertained or begged for food.
Best Christmas ever,
and I do not have to un-decorate anything
or fix food, which I do not like to do
Seventy, still a kid.
my daddy loved corn meal mush
mommy didn’t, she had eaten too much of it
during the depression of the thirties
I watched him cook it
because I loved daddy
he gave me a taste
with butter and maple syrup
now I loved corn meal mush too
I can hardly ever find it
but I will never forget the sweet gritty taste
and how much my love for it tickled my daddy
Three times this week I have had biscuits and gravy.
They are fifteen hundred and two calories per plate.
I know because I do not make them.
I eat them in restaurants and they list these calories.
All three times this meal was super scrumptious.
I was not expecting them to be as good today.
For the menu listed them as 1402 calories.
At this rate, I should weigh six hundred pounds by Sunday.
arriving thirty two minutes early
opportunity to sit in the sun without apology
I observe people waddle in and out
this is a restaurant with unhealthy food
my favorite kind
I have written eight poems so far
my friend has fourteen minutes left
I could probably build a haunted house out of sugar packets
if I sat at a booth and waited
I choose to sit here in the sun
soaking up rays like a happy cat as I write
He sat on a bench in the Boston Common one day and watched children play, people drinking LATTE’S walk their dogs, the homeless scavenge, and the alkies and addicts beg for money. A somewhat disheveled gentleman asked him for money to buy food. He replied: “Well you’re in luck I was just about to go to lunch would you like to come along?” The gentleman hesitated and quietly asked: “Really?” And they were off for burgers, fries, coffee and dessert. It may not have been a happy meal but it brought a smile to both their faces.
John G. Lawless
©5/1/2023
In a pet shop, a female cat fell in love with a male dog. The dog was so irate and said, "Stop licking me or I will eat you!" For many days the cat was crestfallen and silent. She said to herself that a dog can never fall in love with a cat.
One morning, the dog was choking from the food that he ate, and the cat rushed to him. Knowing that the veterinarian was not inside the shop, she went on top of the table and pushed hard a plastic bottle filled with water towards the dog's head. The dog was relieved after being hit by the water-filled bottle.
From that day forward, the dog loved the cat for what she has done for him. Unlike other animals inside the pet shop, it was only the cat that cared for him more than anybody or anything else.
I have to have it! I told my mother
Because I wanted to be Popeye
I wanted to develop those arm muscles
I wanted to save the day, and fight the bad guys
My mother finally broke down and bought it.
Canned spinach. I could hardly wait to gulp it down.
Wait a second! YUCK!
I did not eat spinach for years after that.
Finally ate fresh spinach
Accidentally
in a spinach salad
This was nothing like the canned
Popeye had never indicated the truth.
Canned spinach tastes like spit out baby food.
Nothing would ever help me believe Popeye again.
The old woman has visions, I was told.
I had heard this for thirty years.
So I decided to visit her.
No visions, she told me, but glad for the company.
She fixed me chocolate flavored mocha and raspberry tarts.
We had a fine visit.
No visions, I stated again.
She shook her head. Sorry, she apologized.
It was okay.
The visit was wonderful
She was entertaining and her food was terrific.
I would be back.
I plan to come back and often I told her.
She held onto my hand for a long time.
“You do that,” she said.
I visited her the very next day.
In spirit.
I put two garbage bags of junk into my husband’s car trunk.
I am ready to start filling up the lonely green dumpster.
Most of the year he sits forlornly with two or three measly bags.
I am off school for eight weeks; so I am giving him some food.
He is green and hideously ugly, but a terrific landmark.
Because we live in an earth home, people do not see our house.
They fly past our driveway, not noticing it either.
Sometimes their GPS laughs as they drive back and forth.
“When you see a green dumpster, turn in,” I tell them.
“If you pass a green dumpster, turn around.”
“What kind of place do you live?” They ask me.
“We live in a van, down by the river.”
I delight in saying this.
It reminds me of Chris Farley each time.
I try to pass the powdered donuts
They jump off the display
landing happily in my grocery cart.
I am next met by a shelf full of potato chips.
Lays – my favorite brand.
They throw themselves at my face.
I catch a bag in midair.
What kind of grocery store is this? I wonder.
Marie Callender’s lemon meringue pie laughs
and begins chasing after me.
Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee boxed pizza
If I had a dollar for every time I ate these two as a child
I could probably buy a desk, a computer, and a lava lamp
If it was not quite enough for all three, maybe I could buy a lava lamp
And beads to fit in my doorway, I do love that seventies look!
And a fake fur chair that yells my name in pink and orange
I would buy hip hugger bell bottoms if there is any extra money.
It is funny how certain foods take you right back to your childhood.
My husband and I cannot even look at a chicken pot pie.
When we were first married, we ate two chicken pot pies
And two frozen macaroni and cheese and half loaf of bread each
For the first two or three years, until our daughter could cook.
He took five times his limit of free provisions from the food bank.
Many of us watched without comment, because we know him.
He must have a lot of children! Someone said. There were snickers.
The old lady behind the counter gave them her eating snake face.
This guy was a giant, super huge. I know him too. He has a big heart.
He selflessly gives his talents and energies to those in need.
Many of us could have defended him.
But these people were heartless.
They might have become worse bullies, so we kept quiet.
Choosing to live with less drama, losing a bit of our own humanity.
By not speaking up, throwing away a bit of our integrity.
I felt torn later, wishing I had said something.