Food Tritina Poems | Examples
These Food Tritina poems are examples of Tritina poems about Food. These are the best examples of Tritina Food poems written by international poets.
The farm I loved, my ancient homeplace
A families love, God given grace
Though poor then now those memories embrace
I learned to be somewhat independent, life embrace
So much to explore on that old homeplace
So lucky to be covered and blessed by God's grace
The whole family worked hard, filled with grace
There was plenty of food, nature I did embrace
That farm will always for me be my homeplace
Homeplace,
Grace
Embrace
Swimming in the blind; feeling by electricity
Puddin found her without ever eying; the food he was relying
Their connection developed slowly; for neither found the other clutch
They shifted emotional transmissions; with no clutch
Twirling into a whirlpool of affectionate electricity
Never once expecting to find a mate worth relying
Surveying a riparian bank; of safety relying
She mothered his eggs; of three in the clutch
Now, a sentry of protection for his loves electricity
Back hunting with electricity, in he; Tritinas' relying, a devotion so clutch
What a lovely bunch! Or is that bananas?
I think the term is cluster. But isn’t that chickens?
No, that’s a peep, as in, don’t make one.
If I don’t make a peep, will I become a Silent One?
If I Speak(s) Volumes will I cluck like a cluster of chickens?
If I do, will I be thought crazy as a hand of bananas?
If I am an Unseeking Seeker, will I lose my chickens?
Or is that marbles? I have to choose just one.
Peep of chickens, cluster of coconuts, or hand of bananas?
Forget the chickens and bananas, make a poem with the other one.
A yellow finch chirps a sweet melody
As black-capped chickadees steal the show
A blue jay circles in the air for food
Robins in the grass finding worms for food
As a red cardinal sings his loud mating melody
I watch out the window enjoying the show
Two hummingbirds at the feeder, putting on a show
Fighting until they stop to perch while sipping liquid food
Crows appear, cackling and squawking their own melody
I enjoy hearing the melody of birds while watching them put on a show searching for food.
2/15/19
I once saw a UFO; an unidentified flying object.
When I told my family, they thought that I was nutty.
An object can be anything; even simple butter.
When I got up this morning; I wanted toast with butter.
When my toast was ready, my butter contained a foreign object.
Since peanut butter was all that was left; my task was very nutty.
Outside I took my breakfast; coffee and toast so nutty.
Across the sky, something glided; as smooth as, melted butter.
It was no bird that I saw, but an unidentified flying object.
I saw the object; I’m not nutty; and to the store I’ll scurry; I have to have butter!
The fairies harbor secrets; many humans should not know.
Some will give one away for a price; that trade is very rare.
Make a deal with a fairy and it’s for life.
No self-respecting fairy, would take less than human service for a lifetime.
What a fairy expects of a human slave; you won’t want to know.
Fortunately, deals with fairies are, quite rare.
Forget your steak dinner; in the land of fairies; you won’t get steak rare.
Fairy food, you’ll eat and fairies take no animal’s life.
How to cook fairy food, you’ll learn; it’s something a fairy slave must know.
Once you know how; your new talent will be rare but, remember that you made that trade for, your life.