Supper Poems

Trapped in a Bubble

Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
    stop your stare,
    dare to help.
    Though I err,
    spare some love,
    wipe my tear.

The Day

This is the day
We break the bread
Cup full of wine
To numb the head

This is the day
When truth reveals
The veil of lies
A mind conceals

This is the day
We knew would be
That thorny cap
Of destiny

Awaits the king
Of hearts and minds
Releasing all the
Chain that binds

This is the day
A final feast
Then walk to face
The mighty beast

A farewell toast 
A hug

Supper Table

It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
Joy Harjo her poem Perhaps the World Ends Here

Supper Table

There was a time when the supper
table was a gathering place.
A time when children and parents
sat down together.
A time when television, computers,
cell phones didn’t

glockenspiel and, marimbas

The mole of a substance
Avogadro Constant
Molar mass
borax and colemanite
boron is derived
from these bornite
minerals
volcanic springs
orthoboric acid 
the most important of these is
rasorite
naturally occurrence
from the weathering of
rock material
sourced from
air, soil and water
 mass number of 11 
and containing 5 protons
 and 6 neutrons. 
full-scale fusion
B-111

Waiting For Supper

Rows of forgiveness
fallow in winter
Waiting for summer
 their treasure installed

Leftover morsels
heated in darkness
Sating the hunger
  of those who are called

Seeds from the past
replenish the future
Buried salvation  
awaits in the ground

Fasting on yesterday
feasting tomorrow
Waiting for supper
— when dinner bells sound   


(The New Room: February, 2025)

Goeduck Sauce Rigaberto Uran

1 x 300g piece mahi mahi fillet, skin off, pin-boned
1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil
1 brown onion, diced
Salt flakes and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
25g butter
1 clove garlic, crushed
¼ teaspoon ground turmeric
1 tablespoon tomato paste
? cup water
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 teaspoons dried barberries
Pinch saffron threads
Barberry rice (see video below),  saffron pilaf or steamed

The Last Supper

My house is always full of laughter,
Never quiet, only bursting from the noise,
There's not a single day, ever the same,
Bringing up my three, wild, yet wonderful boys.

But when it comes to bedtime,
A never-ending battle to get done,
For once I wish they'd realise,
That it's not the time for fun.

Constantly winding each other up,
Only ending when one

Supper at Sea

Snapping it up with so much zeal
The shiny black shag with its slinky eel.
The sand eel squirmed and slipped back to the sea.
The shag said stop, please stay with me!

You want to eat me said the edible eel.
I do not want to be your meal.
I see you swim under the sea
At speeds much faster than

Oven and Supper

Hand of Mechanical Mayhem,
wrought upon the Ghosts of the Machine,
lost in the Whirring Cog of the Lunar Alignment,
where a Shepard’s Pie cooked in the beam of light.

Dinner is done.

The Last Supper

Our candle refuses to consume the night,
it lit only to paint our shadows on the round mud walls
We were splattered greys of thin paint, mounted bold and unbowing,
guarding our supper like the ancient gods you read about but never pray to.

In the round mud house,
my first supper was no event unprecedented,
my mother gave me a

Fishing For Supper

With the sun on my back and my stick float aglow
I watched as it trotted along in the flow
There’d been little rain so the current was slow
I was ready to strike because sometimes you know

You can’t know what tells you to hover your hand
Just over your reel but you still understand
That instinct is what kept

Uncle Lee eats Pudding for Supper

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.

A Day In The Life

A day In The life.

Tomorrow, I’ll have the perfect day.
I’ll wake and keep quiet.
I won’t find fault or moan, 
as soon as my eyes open.
I’ll make it to lunch,
Thinking before I speak.
Listening before I condemn
And weighing up and
be more controlled,
I’ll not get stressed by an outside
Source, lose my temper and 
Have to show my remorse.
By

Sunday Supper

sun climbs big cloud hill
ribbon rays ink silhouette 
vultures feast fresh meat

Supper Club Steak

one whole turkey breast
3 sticks of butter
5 tablesppons of minced garlic
4 yablespoon of dehydrated onions
6 tablespoons of chopped parsely
6 tablespoons of chopped cilantro
1/4 lime juice
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
5 T of jalopeno peppers
1/2 cup of paresean cheese grated


flatten both sides of the turkey square enough to make it rol
slather the butter herb mixture over entire
area.

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