Short Victuals Poems
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choice of victuals to be stranded with
Beans, macaroons, fudge,
Cinnamon rolls, sugar for coffee
If I get shipwrecked
Categories:
victuals, food,
Form:
Free verse
When morning breezes bring on the shivers,
and the thermometer is in the teens.
Your head stays buried under the kivers
while the farmer pulls on overall jeans.
When wafts from the kitchen wake your pleasure
with fond smells of bacon and egg victuals;
reflect on what great degree you treasure
a busy farmer's early rituals.
Categories:
victuals, 11th grade, appreciation, farm, morning, work,
Form:
Quatrain
COPLA 92 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Is authority an entity
On its own or individual
Spiritual
Or is it en bloc bound by duty
A super individual
With no equal
Or composed of individuals
With their own fates and destinies
Tearing apart
All fed by powered victuals
Serving no higher Almighties :
Ships without port
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
victuals, conflict, creation, god, men,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Traveller camp not by me
for the
night
I am but a barren and
rootless
tree
Stranger repose not your
bones at my site.
For the dream you seek out
is not
with me
The troubles you flee from I
have
my own
The warmth that you crave
for I
cannot be.
Move on for with me you
are
still alone
My shade you could take
but I
bear no fruits
Nor host bee hives to be
victuals for none
Beyond are grapes and
many shaded roots.
Categories:
victuals, hope, me,
Form:
Terza Rima
A meal with lots of choices
Is the kind I like to serve
For everyone will find,
Right from the very first hors d’oeuvre
At least one food that’s tasty
Since variety allows
Some tidbits to remain untouched
While others earn some Wows!
It’s hard to hide displeasure
If the items on your plate
Comprise a gastric palette
Made of victuals you hate.
The choices on my table
All are geared, though, to my taste
So whatever guests don’t finish
Surely will not go to waste.
Categories:
victuals, food,
Form:
Rhyme