Short Dine Poems
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cauliflower risotto
ricotta gnocchi
with lightly curried scallops
lobster raviolo
warm chocolate cake
Glass of Bucks
Fizz!
renard slyly skulks
in the leafy undergrowth
success… dinnertime!
Renard - traditional french word for fox
27th May 2015
Do you like wine
whenever you dine?
Red, white, or rose?
They are good anyday.
Sweet or dry?
Any of them you must try.
Dine and dash we are on the go
look at all the food below
warm soup is for me
with crackers and brie
are we eating real fast or slow
Pity the poor porcupine
on what kind of chair can it dine
It cannot sit on its rear end
for its quills will not bend
And if it stands on its head
it will surely be dead
Charlie and Marley maculate giraffe
Looking immaculate with a soft laugh
Dinner at Bread and Butter
Had their stomach a flutter
Through the window they ate shocking the staff
4/6/2024
Dine and dash with your head in the window
Stretch your long neck and bend like a willow
No one's looking, take your time
Outdoor eating's not a crime
And the lone master is an old widow
Heart Throb
I slurped at the buttery sauce.
It dribbled corner to corner.
I said “Serve it at bed
With fatty pork and bread-
And hide it from the coroner!”
8/29/2020
edited 9/02/2020
I ordered my whole gourmet restaurant staff
to serve my pals Molly and Max Giraffe
I humbly have to admit
the vegan meal was a hit
The tall order sparked a jaffy good laugh
Of course, Dine and Dash don't say no
Takeaway meals too good to go
A perfect restaurant
even to an aged aunt
Not a profitable portfolio
Toast and jam
Sausage, ham
Cap mushrooms
Red legumes
Tomatoes
Potatoes
Eggs to try
Poach or fry
Breakfast tea
All for me
Tummy full
Last mouthful
Happy tum
Yum, yum, yum!
Day dismal
Pink bismol
The Brown Bear
The brown bear doesn’t like his territory to share
If you happened to wander in you would err
If you shouted at him, he would not easily scare
But promptly dine on you without a care
The day began as normal - breakfast time.
I staggered to the café ready to dine.
And yet, what did I see?
Two giraffes drinking tea!
I knew it! Last night I drank too much wine.
(picture prompt, two giraffes drinking tea
through the window)
dine out 'pon good food
salad soup entre' dessert
chocolate molten cake
getting dressed for date
all my pants shrunk at cleaners
lie down to zip up
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: "What Makes You Smile, What Makes You Frown"
splendid colors brew
warm potions that soothe the soul
spiced fall concoction
orange marmalade leaves
taste sweet upon thy palate
fresh autumn dessert
crisp cool breezes blow
shaking loose red and gold bells
color symphonies
© 08-15-2012
People dine, I know I know
they also die
mostly old people
I know
there seems no fixed rule
to this dance with death
I do not like this one bit
or if dining, I don't like it one bite
I am alive yet I think I am dead
there is no reason for it all
smiles only bleed
now I dine alone
there is, no where to dash
When I dine with the devil
Long spoons are a wise choice
When you dine with evil
You must be alert
Cos dangers are not far
It obvious to be sensitive
In a world like now
Cos we are not far
From holding the long spoons
Is wise to use it
Nowadays
Cos the devil has grown
And it evils are neither
Below growth
Disappointment doesn't even
Summarize you.
How awful can this
Really get?
With mazes and mirrors
shattered, bleeding
my skin right onto the
Floor.
In the blink of an
Eye I aspire to leave
This ridiculousness.
Instant satisfaction
Could not come any sooner.
As I retreat into
Your ignorance
I will be leaving
you soon.
Check please.
AFRICA WAS BETTER
Signs of fantasy
Creeping me into ecstasy
Sad signs of destruction
Sinking me by pollution
Signs of good forestry with herbs that cure
Destroyed by fallacy
No way by natural creation
That stings this destruction
To make selfish currency
For our literacy
We sink into destruction.
Africa was better and fine
When greed had not come to dine.
Dining al fresco
when the weather is warm
in the summer months
here is the norm
but Mr Khayyam said it best
'A book of verses underneath the bough,
a jug of wine, a loaf of bread
and thou...'
as eating outdoors
flavours taste finer
and there with my lady-love
I'll wine and dine her
Excerpt from Rubáiyát by Omar Khayyam (1048—1131)
N ights hungry nourish ones
I nterested parties accede
G ready diner's images, yum!!!
H ot coffees improved caffeine strewn
T raditional diet feeds pork back
O rganization outside restaurants
U sual snacks urban grub
T rendy pubs typical menu for a, night out
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
So, make life
Out to be tender
With-out so many
Lope-holes and gaps'
Where life seems'
To be so simple
Where their are
So many things'
That seems' that's not
-
Where God gave gift's
Of everything,
And no-body gave
What's not,
-
Smart be the
Wings' of Angles'
Since pigeons' flew the sky
Fore what-ever we make
So must God have made
Before hand
GF
If
About my death you are informed, my friends,
Don't shed a single tear - just REJOICE
For
In peace, at last, will dine in Hades tonight
Far
From all human worries *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 January 2019
* I was just informed of the death of a renown jurnalist who
has spent all his life toiling to inform people of the problems
society faced.
Roses for you
Dear Valentine
If love be true
You would be mine
Let it come anew
What duties entwine
Every dropping dew
Would calm your spine
That sky covers blue
To never brightly shine
With darkened black clue
Of what trust and doubt combine
To rain what cloudy vapour glue
Unless hearts become a shrine
There, we go out of curiosity's review
And cling humbly unto love's design
Take me to your table
The place at which you dine
I’ll satisfy your hunger
I’ll be your offered wine
Oh taste of me the fruits
So offered there for you
Partake there of my offering
That’s what I wish to do
Courses? There are plenty
At least seven, maybe more
If no room on the table
Then move me to the floor
But taste me now, I beg of thee
Your lips upon my skin
Drink in the salty spirits
Devour what’s within