Short Dining Table Poems
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Now a memory,
Mama's long dining table,
Big enough for nine.
Great platters over-flowing
With fresh food from her garden.
meal tray on her lap
dining table set for two
mocking the widow
Competition 'get your Senryu on'.
Submitted 11th April 2015
PAINTING
Dining table set :
Peerless painting of Van Gogh
defines dignity
adorning my dining hall,
also to welcome guests.
Karter sits
at end of dining table
chicken meets its fate
green bean placed
on his plate..
rejected
question "what's this,
here" placed on another plate
still chewing chicken
THANKSGIVING
Thanksgiving party:
Turkey tempted to visit
decorated room.
Its wish was fulfilled to reach
dining table but roasted.
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11/08/21
My uncle is married to Brandie -
A nympho who’s frequently randy
If she’s in the mood
He’s no chance of food -
Their dining table comes in handy!
Limerick Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Tania Kitchin
08/29/20
I am your past
You are my present
You are my lyrics
You are my music
You are my singer
You are my light
You are my life
You are my shadow
You will find me in your foot steps,
dreams, in bed, on dining table
I am your past
You are my present.
Father had ills
couldn't even get up
not even eat
spoke properly
didn't go to the bathroom
She took care of him at home
for many years
without complaint
setting the dining table for seventy years
Today, after burying husband
first night
Mom lying in father's bed
fell asleep.
Father had ills
couldn't even get up
not even eat
spoke properly
didn't go to the bathroom
She took care of him at home
for many years
without complaint
setting the dining table for seventy years
Today, after burying husband
first night
Mom lying in father's bed
fell asleep.
An empty space in the dining table
A vacant space in the car for four
My room vacant without an owner
My pets masterless
But still my dreams and a handful of aspirations
remains trapped in the gap
between the living and the eternal
If only i was lent a patient ear
If they hadn't forced me to push further in the world of competition
Maybe i would have been spared
on a gentleman’s humble farm
six hungry mouths to feed
an ambitious garden
behind the chicken coop
each hen adopted by the kids
given funny names
inside a big tall fence some bunnies
all given bunny names
around the dining table
one big happy family
coq au vin for dinner
mystery stew tomorrow
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
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Ed had all his father's traits
blue-green soft eyes, reed physique
reckless, tempestuous streak
rich baritone, proud
untaught to love and be loved
After 12 Christmas dinners
whole dining table went cold
alone, he had to go rogue
young, kinless, awkward
learnt to hate and be hated
Sweet and savoury,
Smothered in rich tomato sauce,
Adding a pinch of spices like cumin, pepper and garam masala ;
Brings in a great combination of flavour and aroma,
Making baked beans smell so wonderful.
Healthy and super delicious,
Utterly addictive and irresistible,
Quick and easy breakfast,
Love to have it with Dejeunette Viennoise and Croissant along with a bite of cutlet,
One of my favourite morning delights on the dining table.
When I see kitchen I see sorrow
it is in this chamber where daily
my appetite is cremated and ashes
systematically placed in dishes
and damped in family dining table
dining table of misery and gloom
Yet each week I am asked by chef
to purchase more items to enhance
and seal my unhappiness
Cooking and serving without care
each day I fear starvation
I fear dehydration in this place
as I continue to feed on ashes
of cremated appetite.
I’m with my friend Mable
seated at her dining table;
her roast turkey’s bone dry
and I can’t understand why!
She cooks for the navy
but she cannot make gravy;
it ends up in lumps
and pours in gloopy clumps!
I’ve made it quite clear
I’ll make gravy next year!
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12/26/17
Candles on my bathtub, soothe my
Bubbles. Pop, pop! Candles on my
Desk soothe into my poetry rhyme.
Candle on a dining table. Romantic
Dinners, silver forks, fine china.
Sunsets look like candles bright.
O'er mountain, take in the sight.
Candles lit the farmhouse homes.
Torches light, when there's none.
Candles, candles, burning bright.
Light my day, and calm my nights.
Greens, reds, pinks, many whites.
I have them all - Burning brighter.
Here they partake
Here they undertake
The populace for claimed change
But no valuable range
The undertakers often masquerade
The masquerades parade
In-advance will in will
The will unveils self-interests
For youth no job invests
For populace no dining table
For Gerinians maladies incurable
V.I.P Gerinians are equal
In Gerinian all are not equal
Do you still set a place for them
At the dining table at day’s end
Handily polishing their knife and fork
And make with them the usual small talk
Do you leave their bed turned down
After putting on their favourite sounds
All those things they used to do
Bring a smile or a tear to you
But those were different days past
When you thought that it would last
And the things that you now recall
Keep them alive in your heart and all.
© Paul Warren Poetry
It's round
So that everyone has the same width of view
It's round
So that everyone has the same position and plight
It's round
So that everyone is as close as the others
It's round
So that everyone can take turn to speak
Like the turning disc at the centre of the dining table
It's round
So that an unanimous conclusion is reached
And a happy family is formed
Like the shape of the table
At a reunion dinner
If not in the meeting room of an office
As you know, I am fasting today
And fasting was never a lighter chore for me
Craving sugars, coffee mugs, all those, all of these
Serenity prayer, and I kept myself ongoing.
Every fever has a hype, this one too.
I just thought that the thermometer was a gift
a glassed space with mercury indicator
to remission the degree of expiation
the world needs.
Though, the world, I thought, is still in the first phase
phase I construction zone, happening in mind space.
I entrust my pension
To a silver town.
I have retired.
"I am different from others.
I was a civil servant."
The moment I enter the silver tower,
That scent of a silk road.
I drift off to sleep for a moment.
Awakening,
A dining table is spread out
Before me.
Five years later,
As the money in my pension runs low,
The food gradually grows saltier.
They are waiting for my death.
"You have basked in the sun for too long.
Soon, the moon will be waiting for you!"
Check points
If you want to check a nation
How much slobs are they
Do not go to their malls or supermarkets
Go straight to a public toilet of a town
If you want to see the race of women
How sophisticated are they
Do not go to their drawing room or at dining table
Go straight to the kitchen and see the sink
Do you want to check a race,
And see how intelligent are they?
Do not take into account their concrete buildings
Take account the poems they have written .