Unhappy lunch
I could sense as soon as we entered
the restaurant that was a family run business
there had been a turmoil in the kitchen
the servers were father and daughter who
normally worked well together, but to day he
was in the kitchen, his daughter said, when
I asked
There were still many costumers, but they
kept a low profile and spoke subdual when
eating, we had entered a war zone
when our food came it was served on a dish
where my meat was grey like it had been
boiled, fries were uneven remanded of sailor
who had jut made ashore from a sinking ship
falling exhausted to the ground, and the
fried egg had been killed into a hard shell
However the salat, possible made before the
civil war, was good
Needless to say I refused to eat the served
my wife more skilled in diplomatic niceness
told the girl server to pack the food to take home
that I for some reason was not hungry
the lesson is, do not upset chefs in their kitchen
in a strange foreign land
lone outsider
waiting on the sidelines
stumbles upon friendship
and finds comfort
soul to soul
securing a safety net
experiences the freedom to let loose
to laugh and share the freedom to be free
within confines set by the heart
indelibly forging a lasting memory
to take home and treasure always
AP: 3rd place 2025
Inspired by the movie 'Lost in Translation'
At the animal shelter, I looked at them all
The dogs were aplenty, some large and some small.
Some of them were barking, and others looked quite meek.
Would I find a dog to take home this week?
I wanted one badly, I had almost given up,
But then I saw Noah, oh a sweet little pup.
He looked at me shyly, his eyes were quite sad.
I said, I like him, but they said he was mad!
He bites, he jumps, and is not a good choice,
How about this other one? he asked in a soft voice.
But there was something about Noah, that drew me in,
I was determined to walk him, but he did nothing but spin.
He pulled so hard, he nearly broke my arm.
The excitement was real, but he did no harm.
He finally settled down, and looked at me deep.
Like he knew what I was thinking, he was mine to keep.
I brought Noah home, and we got to know each other,
He is my friend for life, I am his new mother.
When I find myself in times of trouble…
That’s right, Mother Mary and all the rest.
Always right there on our shoulder
And in our hearts.
It’s all good you know,
And there can really be no regrets.
You wouldn’t know what you do now
If you hadn’t known what you did then…
And so it goes
Around and ‘round.
Until all that’s left of the terrifying tiger
is a cup of ghee to take home to mother.
(4/27/25)
Study from bee
You will see: Mercy and Unity
In a safe bed hole
Mother feeds baby bee
Feed on pretty flowers
After absorbing the pollen
Leave flowers without stains.
Help breed future flowers.
Take home, sweet food,
To produce honey: A nutritional value
Sometimes, somehow,
Man unwillingly commits something,
With a lack of consciousness.
Many people often say
that they have no luck in love
even when they pray
each time they see a red dove.
I say that they have no luck
with their type
and that they hit a hard rock
each time they believe the hype.
It is time for them to step outside
their comfort zone
and search far and wide
for the one whose heart they can take home.
The man lost his wallet
He asked the lady for some change
To buy lunch with promise to pay
The lady gave him enough money
And went along to the market to sell the pig
Later, the man went to see her at the market
To pay for what he owed telling her
He found his wallet in his car
Then he offered money and paid for the pig
And then offered to drive her home two hours by car
She declined unless he agreed to payment for the ride
On arrival, the matron owner of the pig
Grabbed the payment for the pig and left
The lady was heart broken
The man then offered some more money
But the lady refused, telling him that he had
Helped her more than enough
She then gave the man some home product
For him to take home
In the end, he placed the money in the sack
And returned to her claiming it was too bulky.
2
a tea party for two
just me & you
in your best birthday dress
you'll be a success
we'll have jelly,cream&cake
& a take-home keepsake
there will be games&songs
some solos & a few singalongs
so please.. quickly... r s v p
by text to yours so very truly
sharing of everything that people don't want to eat or have to take home
Oh, Lord, you left the flock,
as others wept in shock-
to seek the stray you lost;
take home at any cost-
that one misguided sheep
which from your arms did leap.
How deep- your love for all
to save just one, from Fall.
She was a simple child
Loved her seat by the sea
Where she waited for the fisherman
Who waved and said
What a simple child
She was happy with whatever life brought
Smiling during the sunny times
Holding hands and soothing feelings
when others felt sad
She was a simple teenager
The boys who grew up with her fell in love
With her simple ways, and her utter sweetness
She was a flower they all wanted to take home
She was loved by them, and loved by the sea
They married others and watched her from their ships
She waved and threw flowers out to them
The flowers lasted on the sea for a long time
For even the sea loved her simple ways
As I gaze long, far
The Sun leans into the sea
Sets water on fire
A lone fisherman
Paddles through the angry waves
Few fish in the can
Has nought to take home
To his wife, hungry children
Hoping for food, some
The man sees not far
In the glistening waters
A floating buoy
On which a goldfish
Lay lifeless beckoning him
The tired man picks fish
Unknowing to all
Only to find a treasure
That’s kind of not small
Inside are gold coin
Life is changing, knows he will
Never fish again.
mbfarookh
most american men
will catch fish who have a fin
that are long and thin
with lore which will spin
with lore made from tin
stopped to sin again
thought would have a twin
who are next of kin
hit in head with pin
on wall in my den
hate to be a pest
which fish line do you like best
compared to the rest
the higher the pound
catch more fish line will be bound
we knew were around
line will never break
catching fish a piece of cake
did take home and bake
sat for a short spell
our rod started ringing bell
big fish we could tell
then to my dismay
with long line fish liked to play
then would swim away
With cotton candy
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat
A Ferris wheel
To make you squeal,
The carousel
Sure looks swell
Toss a ring
To win something,
Pop a balloon
You'll get it soon
Try to get that prize
Go for the biggest size,
Win a pet if you wish
Take home a goldfish
Stay there all night
For every sound and sight,
Like a kid again, be
So much to do and see
Show off what you do
Win a ribbon, blue,
Shower what you raise
With the highest praise
Craft and quilt
By hands built,
Goodness canned
Grown on the land
Pumpkins and pies
To delight the eyes,
Each cow and pig
The biggest of the big
Farmer's best on display
Sat in a pile of hay,
Take in the dairy air
At the county fair!
There's a dull ache in my casting arm,
But I can't complain everything is still and calm.
I just have to try and try,
To make sure I use the right fly.
There are so many to choose from either dry or wet,
I am going for dry which seems the best bet.
The one I choose I tied myself,
You won't find another on any shop shelf.
It's shiny and green,
And is bound to be seen.
I wind in all of the slack,
Then I cast the fly back.
To the spot I saw the water swirl,
And I thought I saw a big tail curl.
My aim is spot on,
And in an instance the fly has gone.
In an explosion of foam,
At last a trout of my own.
In the sparking shower of green, silver blue,
At last my hopes have come true.
I am content now just the water and me,
And a lovely fresh trout to take home for my tea.
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