Repast Poems - Poems about Repast

Bounty of Repast

gravest blessings,

who can eat when heart’s filled with grief?

             —all we can do

11/7/2021

*repast is a gathering after a funeral

Repast For June 13th 2020

Repast for June 13th, 2020...
(and countless provender
scores of years gone by)...
to partake larding refrigerator cupboards
think respectable food vendor.

Courtesy Montgomery County
(Pennsylvania) Assistance Office in general
and Electronic Benefit Transfer
(EBT) card in particular.

Yes, I (a mere tenderloin) reckonize
a long overdue thank you
wouldrequiremorethanone breath whew
but a clear and
distinct preference necessitates
easy to read and understand view

versus merely typing gobbledygook,
which would

Seven - Sunset Repast

slowly - a coolness rises
hints of a sunset repast
as a humble ambiance
embraces the heat of day
simmering the tedium
cleansing the city's palate
No waiting - setting for one

5/14/2020

Finish Line in Seven Poetry Contest
Sponsor - nette enclaud 
Theme #1 Taste of Nightfall

Hcs 6 'To Join the Angels In Joyful Repast'

SIX

To join the angels in joyful repast,
Where is no shame, nor overeating e’er,
Is her least gift, ‘tis given at the last…
Before, they stroke their golden dulcimers rare,
And sing like rivers babbling over rocks,
And sing like trees that whisper in the wind,
And sing like birds, a-winging in their flocks,
And shine, like mighty folk, who never sinned!
There,

Evening Repast

fat motionless frog
accurate lightning fast tongue
feasting at sundown

April Repast

         Didactic Cinquain



         Picnic
         Everyone loves
         Lunching, munching
         Making lovers world go around
  

Soul To Repast

In reference to nothing
Alone with itself
The truth burns in fury
Damnation to melt
Its legions are many
Believers so few
The stragglers all freezing
And lined in the queue
The mirror the liar
Death hiding within
The priest the deceiver
Who threatens with sin
But truth holds dominion
Setting fire to the throne
Rising above and beyond
What's self-righteously known
It calls to you silent
As it calls to you

Finding Repast At the Front Door

Word Lyric For Music #3

“Finding Repast at the Front Door”

Melissa and her sister are on the floor,
Dancing in circles without shoes, as before,
Dancing like tomorra’ might not shine,
Sipping white whales and bottles of red wine,
They were seeking a brace of yes men, heretofore,
Now they’re finding repast at the front door.
Older dudes with cigarettes dangling,
Said no

Soul To Repast

In reference to nothing
Alone with itself
The truth burns in fury
Damnation to melt
Its legions are many
Believers so few
The stragglers all freezing
And lined in the queue
The mirror the liar
Death hiding within
The priest the deceiver
Who threatens with sin
But truth holds dominion
Setting fire to the throne
Rising above and beyond
What's self-righteously known
It calls to you silent
As it calls to you

A Singular Repast

We are to each other now
many decades later
what we were the day 

we got married, a couple 
at the kitchen table on 
a summer night—she  

a slice of watermelon, 
corners touching the ceiling,
covering my face in juice 

and I the corn she butters 
before she devours it. 
We eat as fast as we can.

Donal

Your Soul To Repast

In reference to nothing
In search of itself
The truth burns in fury
An iceberg to melt
The legions are many
Believers so few
The stragglers all freezing
Alone in the pew
The mirror the liar
Death hiding within
The priest the deceiver
And threatens with sin
But the truth needs a champion
And sits on no throne
Lying above and beyond
What's self-righteously known
And it calls to you silent
As

Repast Transposed

To touch a sleight
with fingers right
to feel your flight
take withered spite.
Let loose the blow
and block the flow
to fight to grow 
so all will know.
To seek to blame 
and not to gain
To play the game
but not the same.

To touch a right
with fingers sleight
to feel your spite
take withered flight.
Let loose the flow
and block the blow
to fight to

Winter's Repast

Roti dough is at the shop
Onions in a pot
Braised then add the potatoes
Mince and curry too 
Spice to your desire
Rolled up
Yum!!

Sweet Repast

it is not with sorrow that I pack it away
in tissued hope of long past days
no common ground for it to last
a sated dream with a sweet repast

it is not with anger that I look back
on a path not traveled and the aftermath
the music beautiful to my ears
a whisper of magic when you were near

it

Invite To Mornin' Repast

Croissant, crisp
buttered farm fresh
marmalade is laid
asking for a taste rape
orange juice, 
just taken
from crop gash
cashews,
fair and smiling
roasted fine
coffee,
musky
and tongue
soothing hot
bacons,
succulent
teeth,
deep sunk
eggs,
laid
by hen
taking
my name
made 
in boil,
scramble
and lette
thin
crust
of pizzaette,
plain and
meatless
green tea,
wafting
by the 
sea
simmering
and naughty
hunger,
in the dews
of morning
after a run
on health gun
repast,
invites
would 
you
join in?

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