Repast Poems | Examples

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

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, for her, burgeon green, and growing things,
There, poor folk feed each other, free from envies,
There, service is the measure of all Kings,
Wherever they do go, their only envoys
Are streams of butterflies and honeybees,
Which bless the kings, and glow (which each King sees!)

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
         Rains came


         February 22, 2020
             7:30am PST


         Syllables 2,4, 6, 8, 2

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 loud
Do you hide in the shadows
Or answer back proud
That thing that you reference
From your prison within
Those things done in deference
Now caught in the wind
You lie as you bargain
You cheat and defame
One voice now your jailer
And calling your name
Your back to the altar
You hide in the pew
Before robbing the poor box
A new low for you
Your history tarnished
And legacy shot
Your name ill-begotten
From all you are not
But truth has no time stamp
No ticket to claim
One choice will release it
Life starting again
Your mortal days finite
You have to act fast
Will you ask for redemption
 —your soul to repast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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 with wives in tow;
Melissa and her sister stopped angling,
And found the limbo stick set down low,
They begged Tired Ed not to lower it anymore,
Now they’re finding repast at the front door.
Late night promises made with a glass of rum,
Melissa’s sister dancing to a delirious drum;
She’s beckoning the boys to get down low,
And with wives in tow, as before,
The old dudes and Tired Ed got down on the floor,
But Melissa and her sister, heretofore,
Were finding repast at the front door.

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 loud
Do you hide in the shadows
Or answer back proud
That thing that you reference
From your prison within
Those things done in deference
Now caught in the wind
You lie as you bargain
You cheat and defame
One voice now your jailer
And calling your name
Your back to the altar
You hide in the pew
Before robbing the poor box
A new low for you
Your history tarnished
And legacy shot
Your name ill-begotten
From all you are not
But truth has no time stamp
No ticket to claim
One choice will release it
Life starting again
Your mortal days finite
You have to act fast
Will you ask for redemption
 —your soul to repast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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 Mahoney

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 it calls to you loud
Do you hide in the shadows
Or answer back proud
That thing that you reference
From your prison within
And those things done in deference
Ride the wisp of the wind
And you lie as you bargain
You cheat and defame
With the truth now your jailer
And calling your name
You gave at the altar
You gave as you knew
You gave what you’d stolen
From those poorer than you
Your history now tarnished
Your legacy shot
A soul black and burnished
From all you have not
But truth has no time limit
No ticket to claim
One choice will release it
Life starting again
Your mortal life’s finite
You now must act fast
Will you ask for redemption
Your soul to repast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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 know 
so all will grow.
To seek to gain 
and not to blame
To play the same
but not the game.

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 is not with regret that I let it go
the dreams still come with the lunar glow
no longer a nightmare, no longer a prayer
what stays behind and was never there

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?

Repast

Above
swifts feast and fly
mistles' munch snails nearby-
tea-time on the terrace, this hot
July.

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