Short Eats Poems
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On a pretty funny note
Pup eats paper like a goat
Digests it pretty easily too
Will he have such good luck with daddy’s shoe?
Granny decided this week
To no longer wear false teeth
So she eats soft food
Like beans and stew
Much less meat in her cheeks
you participate in the pit,
seeking prize but leaving
disappointment.
your words are a labor to read,
your heart a clash and havoc.
Following the food truck trend,
Peruvian fare:
Beef, chorizo, hot dog, eggs
crushing the limp bun—
one “superburger,”
carne clogged.
Split.
The Woman Who Could Eat Wood Eats a House
For free,
The Woman Who Could Eat Wood ate a pine house
for a too bitter, battered and bruised divorcee.
in spite of the grass
the worm was his own witness
As the robin bit him on his middle back
gulp-slurp
Oh! oh!
Gulp-slurp
tweet
7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
so cold confections
it's hot lovin' this ice cream
frozen ice sweet treat
there my mouth waters
oh, longing for chocolate
vanilla ice cream
6/10/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
A dead insect
Yuck!
The female praying mantis said.
Envisioning her tasty date alive when she bites off his head
He gives her a sweet smile
Unaware that to her
He is but a morsel best enjoyed
After they are wed.
Head for the Tills
It's suggested Uk raise tax on treats
Outpricing salty and sugary eats
Go head for the tills
Bag all of your thrills
Afore the prices are too high to meet.
15th July 2021
abolished beheadings conspire delicately. egotistically fawning grooves hinder intricate juries.
keeping luxurious meanders. nocturnal outlets permeate quintessentially. random splurges
transcend universal victories. whispering xylenics yearn zoomingly.
Panda Pete was an avid carnivore
Devoured small birds, snakes, and wanted more
Followed the Amazon River to Ecuador
where he lived with a meat-eating matador
these two had a great time shopping at a grocery store
purchasing steaks, roasts, chicken, fish, meats galore.
summertime blazes
a large, grumpy goat jumps
betrayed by bottle
which he tried to eat
crunches, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch munch
got glass in his teeth
all in his mouth crunch
in the field and the meadow
yet he spits out glass
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
filigree webbing
paper delicate
spider’s influence
spun into the night
proudly holds her own
against elements
lunch is served daily
sorry flying things
spider’s masterpiece
daintiest structure
methodically built
takes on thunderstorm
filigree webbing
genius builder
spider eats tonight
chocolate pudding for supper? Sure why not?
Shhh.....Differing opinions are not sought
I like my sweet foods, and milk products too
Keep your ideas to yourself, nephew naysayer Stew
I was just going to ask if there was enough pudding for me.
Well that is different, yes, I will share, said my Uncle Lee.
WILD MOUNTAIN Lion KILLS AND EATS DEER
unfriendly hearts love
shall a female, weak deer skips
whilst watching the lake
bright place for watching
a small, menacing deer runs
beyond the lorry
Highest bitter mount
when mountain lion eating
after kills eats deer
5/27/19
"He or she eats like a bird," I've heard often said,
regarding people who eat little when they are fed.
Birds eat an average of 1/4 to 1/2 of their weight everyday,
so if humans were to eat the very same way,
one who eats like a bird, one can safely speculate,
would be very obese, vastly overweight,
and would literally eat themselves to an early death at any rate.
The silence ate at my voice.
I didn't fight back this time
I watch a black pile of smoke
It's the same shape as “him”
devouring what's left of my voice.
Should I fight back?
Should I scream?
Do I join him?
His voice is extracted
join me
So I did
My body
turned into black smoke.
I ate someone else's voice
It wasn't like they used it.
Everything eats; everything is eaten.
The law is older than hunger,
older than teeth,
older than the first creature
that learned to want.
We pretend we stand outside it—
Diners, not dinners,
yet mortality is only the moment
the oldest bargain is kept.
After a lifetime of taking in the world,
the world takes us in:
not as punishment,
but as returning.
Windows blink.
Someone’s still awake,
counting what never adds up.
The billboard’s face glows through the haze,
selling hope to those who can’t afford it.
Clouds crawl like old memories,
stretching their shadows
across the quiet of the soup line.
Rain begins, soft as loose change.
It never reaches the roots.
The sky eats gold again,
and no one seems surprised.
~Brent R. Grimes
How many calories in
a muddy tower of winter-shed leaves?
What taste on the tongue
of white-capped rapids as they lap
at the dirt monolith? What sound
it makes as the tower falls, finally,
into the belly of that river,
where the fish and our reflections live?
I do not know if they’re answerable
questions, but I ask away, if only
to remind myself that the river
is just as alive as I claim to be.
I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets.
You can have hams, chickens and other meets.
I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread.
Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed.
I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day.
Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way.
You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and such.
My mouth is ready for sugars, vanilla, and a cinnamon touch.
Virgil the Vegan Eats Out
By Elton Camp
When to a café Virgil did go
Any type meat was a no-no
Even milk he would eschew
Cheese and butter were too
“My meals I require to be
Totally made cruelty-free.”
Although Virgil never knew
That veggies have feelings too
Beans scream when he comes near
Tomatoes and squash also fear
One chef got orders mixed up
In an outage, Virgil did gulp
He yelled, in a voice firm and clear
“Get that flesh away from here!”
Grandson discovered a magical land called, "under the bed".
Unearthing a tin of jingling coins.
I told him: "The Big one is the king; all the rest are serfs".
He looked at me baby baffled, then let out a baby burp...
Without warning, he tried popping a serf into his mouth.
I pried it from his tiny mitt, and he cried.
so, I soothed him with a little lullaby..
~Little king-little king always love the serfs.
A good king would never eat the serfs. ~
CARLIN EATS EM UP----
There was a boy named Carlin
Who used to suck his two fingers
Hungry or not he'll eat up all the food he can find
And then to unwind, he'll continue to eat more he finds
But during a break
He made a mistake, got a stomach ache
looks around gives a call ask his mother for more
For heaven sake boy, save some food for me sis and daddy
What a terrible day for this family
3/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©