Short Dinner Plate Poems
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My parents thought giving me too many chances would be a mistake,
When so much was at stake,
Preferring to leave me in no doubt about the choices I needed to make,
Starting with what was on my dinner plate.
I lined up the vegetable crazies onto a dinner plate.
They stuck out their tongues, their tummies were great.
With scrunched up faces, I wondered if they knew their fate.
Eight gnarled up turnips lying on a flat dinner plate.
I
Admit
I took it,
You’re right to feel
Upset, yet, try to
Understand how I had
Been so tempted with the sight,
Lying there, waiting to be claimed;
Soaking in delicious brown gravy
Upon your almost finished dinner plate!
My little dice
So small and ornate
They clank against
A dinner plate
As I sit in the kitchen
With Mathew and Ian
Playing magic
A slice of pizza to my side
Those were the days
Before
I can’t go back
But can I revisit them anew?
wake up
time for meddling
meddling away the day
it's got a bad rap
wake up
pray on demand
yelling goes over well
with a no no no never
yelling deserves the medal
dinner plate of medley would be just fine
side of baby corn's will come up later
deserves a medal
Octopus Oscar needs all tentacles eight
One to carry his dinner plate
One to hold during his presidential debate
One to write upon his sixties slate
One to open the garden gate
One to watch, so he will not be late
One to cuddle his friend, Kate
One to open his second-hand freight
One to balance, so he could roller skate
If turkey’s all marched on congress
With anger they cannot suppress
They could get some relief
If people just ate beef
Could Biden save them from distress!
Thanksgiving is one day each year
All turkeys are worried I hear
As for many their fate
Is on a dinner plate
No wonder these fowl live in fear
Today was a rotten
And terrible day
No sun in the sky
And the birds flew away
Raindrops drip dropping
Made mud from the dirt
My shoes got all wet
And so did my shirt
The lunch lady was mean
The bus driver was late
Fish sticks and peas
On my dinner plate
Today was a day
I would not call splendid
I’m going to bed
So happy it ended.
Good night.
From the dock, our boat speeds off
Into a channel to the calm Gulf of Mexico waters
Stopping when the GPS identifies our favorite reef
Hoping to catch a tasty treat, we cast with anticipation
It’s not until sundown when fish start to hit
Nibbling at our bait in a frenzy until finally
Grouper is on our dinner plate!
January 31, 2019
For Bobbie May’s “Word Play” contest
With a wide-eyed grin he slowly dangles his catch
a silvery tilapia- first of the first batch
gingerly gripping the slimy water dweller
to unhook the hook on that unlucky feller.
Reaching out graciously, tactile and slim in form
tiny fingers picking a squirmy little worm
a beautifully presented live dinner bait
for some sweet and sour fish on his glass dinner plate.
Violet’s an arrogant bossy cow
I know the farmer knows this now
Luke the farmer says, “It's time to mate her”
Evan the bull moos, “No deal, I hate her”
Violet will not go near the bull
Alas she’ll soon be for the cull
Cos she’s costing money to be fed
Her refusal means soon she’ll be dead
Ending up on our dinner plate
09/02/23
Moonlight Come Dance With Me
There's no polyester in the trees
Nothing but mucous membrane
What's writing what's wrong
Pattern of the ole coal miners
Roughing it eating leftovers in diners
A brute abusive husband placed in marmalade
This is how bad men behave
Sun bright burning the heavens
Loaf of bread singles only seven
Nothing left on my dinner plate
Dine at my request
03/08/14
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
from anthology "Up Rising"
This weight is great
Heavy upon my soul
Each tear drop is lost
On my wet pillow
Memories now a dream
Sharing is now gone
An empty dinner plate
Filled with only thought’s
Empty hangers in a closet
Our youthful days
Have disappeared
Laughter is now fear
Your greeting message
Still on our phone
A voice I cannot erase
Sitting here alone
A grief I must now embrace
Contest: Givers
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date Created: 09/21/2020
fly'in in were gonna take note's
no appointment madman's order's
no way no caucas no way just order's
strait from the heart
wen't out from start to carcass conscience
for the night
a prayer for those in need of help
a prayer some light
a dinner plate of horror
a prayer for oppressor to stop
a prayer for people hurting
a prayer for people healing
a path with no enemy's on it
a good night
for bad plan's to go stale
and 1860 express lucid note's to fail