Short Repast Poems

Fall
arrives-
hazel nuts
squirelled on the
lawn...

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iced tea cools the brow
merlot, any repast endows-
sips of summer,now...

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fat motionless frog
accurate lightning fast tongue
feasting at sundown...

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dwelling on the past
can offer us no repast
share that peace pipe, fast...

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time to break the fast
and enjoy this nice repast
seconds? glad you asked...
...

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Above
swifts feast and fly
mistles' munch snails nearby-
tea-time on the terrace, this hot
July....

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a veil of shadows
hid therein
seductress with a poisonous pin
mid hollow husk
of past repast
she awaits.......

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the snow a clean plate
    trace rabbit tracks forked by wings~
              an owl’s repast served




2021.10.15...

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strike us down that we may rise
all shook up, to our surprise 
aghast looking at our past
where dark lust was our repast...

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The Sunday School teacher May Crow
Wanted children their God to know
Alas her repast
Created a blast
That caused them to puke domino...

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Mediterranean Moment


lunch, repast chosen
Greek salad, bread and feta
my day, now gleaming


August 3,2020
2:30pm PST


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Roti dough is at the shop
Onions in a pot
Braised then add the potatoes
Mince and curry too 
Spice to your desire
Rolled up
Yum!!...

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gravest blessings,

who can eat when heart’s filled with grief?

             —all we can do

11/7/2021

*repast is a gathering after a funeral...

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A soft meadow
Amidst the hard city concrete,
The wind blowing notes through the reeds
Above the traffic highway noise,
There I made a sight repast
     upon the future....

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Flames licked the dumpster on First Avenue
Firemen arrived, so did the men in blue
Four vagrants were all aghast
Burned to a crisp, their repast
They'd fired up the bin for a barbeque...

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After he finished his repast
Jesus said that he would go fast
But he did not run
And when he was done
His diet plan left us aghast!  


n.b.   What's with 40?
40-days/pieces of silver
life begins at????...

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      Floating blissfully alone in a moonlit, silvery repast.

      Scenting the night with her heady, fragrance of romance.



                                      4/12/2024         


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A bigger bite of life
for a hunger meant to last
Insatiable inherence
starvation my repast

Partaking of tomorrow
in dreams of future feasts
Anticipations banquet
—where ravenous I eat

(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)...

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Feeding on my hunger
  the days were longer still

That yet to come and still undone
  left victim to my will

Starvation my horizon
  its emptiness on fire

Unending pangs my souls repast
  —a famine to inspire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)...

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         Didactic Cinquain



         Picnic
         Everyone loves
         Lunching, munching
         Making lovers world go around
         Rains came


         February 22, 2020
             7:30am PST


         Syllables 2,4, 6, 8, 2


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Memories of a summer day,
chasing colder winds away

Lasting treasures so defined,
lace the corners of my mind

Zephyrs of a distant past,
breath unto my soul’s repast

Every hope and wish redeemed
—melting fast this winter freeze

(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)...

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slowly - a coolness rises
hints of a sunset repast
as a humble ambiance
embraces the heat of day
simmering the tedium
cleansing the city's palate
No waiting - setting for one

5/14/2020

Finish Line in Seven Poetry Contest
Sponsor - nette enclaud 
Theme #1 Taste of Nightfall...

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memory revisits the erased past 
who does it address: ego or our soul 
let this not become the ego’s repast
lest we are deflected from our life’s goal
which is rekindling light scriptures extol 
simply present in thought rested silence
our soul’s shielded from thought borne violence...

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We prowl
we howl
in fear
you scowl. 

We run
at night
full moons
alight.

The taste’s
so sweet
copper-iron
you see...

Fresh flesh’s
the best
a cut above
the rest.

So tender
succulent
repast
sublime!

Ashamed 
by day
ravaged
by night.

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We are to each other now
many decades later
what we were the day 

we got married, a couple 
at the kitchen table on 
a summer night—she  

a slice of watermelon, 
corners touching the ceiling,
covering my face in juice 

and I the corn she butters 
before she devours it. 
We eat as fast as we can.

Donal Mahoney...

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