When I think of food and drink,
it's no surprise
the question does arise,
with booze some choose to let it breathe
and defer their bottle of wine,
I prefer to savour the flavour
and give mouth to mouth to mine.
(Que Syrah, Syrah!)
Some say, “The glass is half full,”
with accent on the positive,
some see the glass half empty,
and focus on the negative.
Two sides to every story,
supposedly that implies,
as for me I see
something else entirely.
And as for size I will apprise,
but, before I do, I beg of you,
allow me one more swig,
“Sláinte, salud, prost, cin cin,”
the glass is too damn big!
A need to capture what I’ve been through
to map life’s puzzle, writing’s the glue
Making sense of what’s seemingly random
so that I can understand some
To preserve it for aye and forever too
what went down ~ where, why and who
Entry in 'Bite Size Contest No 110'
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
May 08, 2025
Super size your life
Live extra large
At love's drive-up window
Kisses no charge
Giggles on the side
With life's hot sauce
Squeezies to go
Hugsies no cost
Big joyful shakes
How much do I owe
Two spoons of love
And smiles to go
Fried morsels of bliss
Is this month's toy
You're next in line
For double size joy
Fast food for the soul
Is a happy refrain
So O.D. on the good times
And come back again!
Short
So many people assume
Short children can’t compete in
Sports, while in
School. It should come as no
Surprise that good talent can come in
Small packages. Let’s get out and
Support all kids regardless of size.
Make Less in Size
I can male less in
size my
left thumb, my
left little toe, the cracks in
all my
metacarpals, and my
thin, brown unnoticeable
eyebrows.
Translation is a fine art
wreaks havoc with volition
Errors of commission
divulging those of omission
~ Entry in 'Bite Size 94' contest ~
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Date: November 30, 2024
Grows the night when breaths lay
quietly
On obscure spaces fluid as the wind,
Where clouds of rest become a
hammock ,
Lulling frayed nerves with incense
As blend of matter and being cleaves-
For beyond dimensions...grows the
the night.
No matter nature’s placement woes
Of ears and lips and eyes and nose
Or beauty’s plan for symmetry
That makes us each a you and me
No matter fingers, hands or feet
Or weight to lose and scales to cheat
Of length and girth for short or tall
Appendages a size too small
The heart of kindness knows no rules
Of gracefulness that’s learned in schools
Instead its beauty rests assured
Its favor need not be implored
For love which guides a gentle soul
That cares and carries love’s patrol
Needs not to worry form’s design
Most beautiful is love divine
Fireflies reel as autumn arrives
Shimmering into kohl of night,
Tiny plumes charm ...in moonlit dives
To rollercoast until twilight--
To later fade, die from my sight!
In this world
Everyone has the right
To be whatever weight
Size they want to be
Everyone was not meant
To be fat and everyone
Wasn’t meant to be skinny
It’s goes according to your DNA
Which is why it’s hard
To lose or gain weight
In the real world
Everyone was not meant
To be the same size
It is not the size of your contribution that counts in this life,
But your willingness to contribute that counts in this life.
It is not how hard you try in this life that counts,
But the number of times you try in this life that counts.
It is not how much others are prepared to give that counts in this life,
It is how much you are prepared to receive that counts in this life.
It is not how many times you smile in this life that counts,
But how many times you make others cry in this life that counts.
clutch them …
nourish them …
draw all to your being with
a lover’s hunger
the cosmos bears suns, innumerable
each a rarity of scintillation
unlike any other -
a macrocosm of nascency and
divine chaos
in a measure to rival every
pinch of dust that ever whirled
upon a whisper…
like the ache of fidelity,
each has its own bountiful awe
and who can know what
wonders lay in wait beyond the gleam?
they are not stars
they do not churn with fusion
nor do they bedazzle the heavens,
but they are just as precious -
despite the size or weave or breadth …
so treat them with
deference, regard and quiet consideration
for the big things are the little things
and the biggest of
all the small …
are moments.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 2, 2024
May you get to spend time alone,
But never get to be lonesome.
May you never get so drunk,
You find yourself sitting on a shelf with an elf.
May your charms be good enough,
To turns fiends into friends.
May a touch of sun on your shoulders,
Always be enough to gladden your heart.
May your morning walk,
Bring you safely out of the mist.
May tomorrow,
Always be the best day of your life.
The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two-thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, producers that we all know.
There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillow upon which to lay His head.
The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable with a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.
The first king size bed was a simple manger for a royal destined to rule!
Born was the King of Kings whose birthday we celebrate this Joyous Yule!
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunset’s glowing colour of crimson and gold,
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
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