Short Pottage Poems

Pottage of lentil and bread
Thank you Lord I’m fed
With wheat, barley and flour
Filled my cup this hour
Overflows with grace
Bless this taste
Yes!

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Place among 273 Semi-Finalist 
Total of 1034 Entries
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
March 6, 2008
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Oh, just be my guest, I pray
Come to my humble home, I say
I am eager to serve you, please
Everything from pottage to cheese.

A full-course dinner, no ifs or buts
The entire gamut – soup to nuts!
Cooking from nose-to-tail dishes
Granting all your gourmet wishes.

Dress for the occasion, head to toe
Come hungry, oh, you’ll love it so,
From crabs, caviar, champagne to cake ...
So, is it Tom, Terri, Jasmine or Jake?


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Mornings are littered
with gnawed husks,
charred mouse-tails. 

March is burning its strew.
The limbless
braid a thawing earth
into knotty threads.

On wet lines flannel shirts 
poach in a warming smaze. 
while gust-hogs 
still attack the hedgerows.

In coddled kitchens
muggy boiled cabbages
envelope 
a pottage of sky.

Stubby snuffles 
herald undertows 
of new marrow.

April paddles in
with wet crumbs 
and buttercups....

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To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
when I heard
you was gonna
represent Tom
at the trial
and share the widow’s homelier pottage
bowed ‘til your bonnet brushed the floor
far below you saw the bricks on the floor
mostly these are seen as food labels
stooped and raised your knees,
because of laziness
the dust of the city
backward down your back so thin
like ducks.
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

(This poem was created using snippets from other poems.)...

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