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If I can wake up everyday before I die and know that I don't have to serve anyone food or drinks, I will be happy!

quote by Kelly Clarkson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Food is god

Food is god
for poor people...!

God is not
Only food...

Rich home
Dog is eat

Nice food...
That food is god...?

yes that also
A god...

Good food is
God...

What is good food...?
Given good health

Always good food...
So...

Non veg
Or veg...

Every good food
Is god...

Simply sit
Silentely eat food

With out hot
And cool drinks...

Food is not only
Poor's god...

With each and
Every one also

food is god...
Give respect and

Take food...
Happley too try too

Thank for god...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Runaway

If you Runaway you will miss you'r family in lot's of
ways and you could die in a couple of days.
You wan't have any money for food or drinks and you
will get cold and wet.
You wan't get any new stuff or have any fun.
You will find you're self-looking in the bins for food and drinks.
You will become a tramp.
So don't run away from home.

poem by Jim Mowat
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No Food

I wake up every morning
stomach growling
No food to eat but
Momma won't let me tell nobody
Not even Jesus

When Momma leaves I'm happy because
For a second I think
That when she comes back
She'll have something to eat
But still-no food

The Roman Noodles are gone
Momma ate the last pack this morning
And I'm getting weaker
By the moment
Because there is no food

And when I get to school
I sneak to the bathroom and cry
My friends ask what's wrong
I tell them it's something in my eye
And- they believe me

And when I go home
Which is this abandoned house off in the woods
I hug my Momma because I know she did
The best she could with what she had
It just didn't work out

I didn't blame her because she
Put her trust in a man who
Not only verbally abused her but beat her, too
Which is why I entitle this poem No Food

She apologizes to me everyday
I ask het the reason why
But all she does is close her eyes and cry
And I wash those tears from her eyes
No food

Momma there's no reason to cry
I tell her; and she holds my hand
As tight as she possibly can
And says one day I will understand
And still- we have no food

She dies
Right there in my arms
Ironically the same place she held
Me- in her arms
The day I was born

No food, no lights,
No one around to hear
Finally, all her pain is gone
After all of these years

poem by Ebony Davis
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MaMa's Cooking

Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
It's an assortment of goodie things
Chocolate, pies and banana pudding
Enough food and that's Mama's cooking

Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Apron in hand and lasting impression I didn't want to miss
Everything seem perfect from beginning to end
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking

Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Smiling faces and a gentle speech of o.k.
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking

Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Being polite and sincere would carry the weight
Seemingly enough she has the greater plan
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking ahead

Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
The napkins, plates and never-ending why didn't it last
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking again

Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Craving for the turkey and dressing pan
Not to admit, seemed a bit much
Enough Food and that's Mama's Cooking again

So nowadays, I look for the needle in the haystack
Wishing on the times, she would come back
It's been 10 years, since I said thoughs word's
Enough food and that Mama's blessing for us

Missing mom everyday becomes second-nature for me
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see
For know I'll take her spirits with me and others will speak
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see

poem by Natasha McGee
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Split-Feelings

I'm sorry that it was you in that crash
I'm sorry that you got hurt
I'm sorry that you're in the hospital
I'm sorry that I can't be there
I'm sorry that I can't help you through this
I'm sorry that I can't talk to you everyday
I'm sorry that it happened like this
I'm sorry for every arguement we got into
I'm sorry for any stress I may of caused you
I'm sorry that I couldnt give you all I wanted to
However
I'm happy that we met
I'm happy we became best friends
I'm happy that we spent a lot of time together
I'm happy for all the good times we shared
I'm happy for everything we've gone through
I'm happy that we use to talk everyday
I'm happy for spending ISS with you
I'm happy for being able to have a class with you
I'm happy that we used to skip classes together
I'm happy for having the chance to know you
To know that your happy will make me even happier.

poem by Ashley Olson
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The Greedy Cat at the Cafe.

He sits at the corner table
with not a fur out of place,
delicately he eats with a well-manicured claw,
then, overwhelmed by the delicious smell - and taste,
shovels mouthful after mouthful in with his paw.

He greedy comes to the Cafe everyday
for breakfast, lunch and afternoon tea,
Gets served by Chris and Morgan,
two lovely people who, to please their customers
go out of their way.

The Cafe but had no name,
a catchy title none could think of,
But then the cat with the appetite so greedy,
said 'why not name it after me? '

'I always come here everyday,
and the freshest food you go out of the way to serve,
It would do me the greatest honour
if you named it The Greedy Cat Cafe'

So the cafe at last had a name,
'The Greedy Cat' it's now called,
Still everyday there go's that greedy cat,
Because of the food -
and Chris and Morgan's service with a smile -
he could never get bored.

02/01/06.

poem by Liz Munro
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Salad is Incompatible with Life

Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.

Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good

For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!

I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!

But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sunshine Friends

they always come
to my party
and baptisms and weddings
and even funerals
not because
they are happy when i am happy
or sad when i am sad

not that they mourn
or rejoice with me

it is because of the food
served hot on the table
and the drinks
ice-cold
the ice still clinking

some sparkles
and glitter
only for a while

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happy Day

As I walk in, a dark cloud hovers over me.
The sadness displayed on my face assures me it is time.
Time is nearing to leave this unwelcoming abode; there is no place for me here.
Happy will I be to never have to come here again.
Happy will I be to never have to deal with ignorance of people I work with and serve.
Happy will I be to raise my children and teach them right from wrong.
Happy will I be to continue to be loved by my man.
Happy will I be to see a happy face in the mirror everyday!

~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2008

poem by Kristy Artmann
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Avoid hot

Avoid to drink
Hot drinks...
Hot drinks is
Drink take proper food...

Drink to drink...
With hot drinks...
Emty stomach...
Acute gastric

Problem will be come...
So...
Avoid hot drinks for
Your liver and stomach...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Win the Disease

Disease
Are called...
New new...
Name for today...
Disease...
All are come
Comenley same...
For nasty water...
For colour full drinks...
For fasted food...
Cross sex...
Bad habiets...

With out execise...
That is...
Todays for disease...
Name is new...
All disease are old...
Change your steps
On...
Food...
Drinks...
Habits. ..
Normal sex...
win the disease...
With your life...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Overweight with Food

Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!

Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I Want To Wake Up

I heard what you said, and I can tell you its true
I heard youve said that I am crazy about you
Turn in my sleep, the bad dream is over
Think of you and shall I ever recover?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
I stood at the kitchen-sink, my radio played
Songs like tainted love and love is strange
As I listened and the words hit my ears
I cried sudden tears
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
(its mad, its mad, its mad)
Its mad, to be in love with someone else
When youre in love with him, shes in love with me
But you know as well as I do
I can never think of anyone but you
(all my life,
All my life
I want to wake up)
Play with fire, play with guns
Its easy to impress someone
Turning in my sleep, you call me a fool
To fall in love, is it so uncool?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Now, I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
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I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up, with you, oh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh - oooh)
I, I want to wake up, with you, oh, ooh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh) I want to wake up, wake up, wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up, wake up, wake up with you
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh) I want to wake up, ooh, ooh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
Ooh

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Food is My Friend

Food is my friend,
I eat it everyday.
When I'm all done,
I throw the trash away!

Food is really good;
I like chicken and pizza and fries.
I think that without it,
I just would not survive!

Food can be gross, too;
It stinks when it's gone bad.
But when it doesn't stink,
It actually tastes rad!

Food is the best;
I'm sad when it ends.
But all in all,
FOOD IS MY FRIEND! !

this was written by me and my brother

poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Everybody Loves A Happy Ending

Toe the line
Toe the line
Wake up your time is nearly over
No more the supernova
And no action guaranteed
Wake up you've had an operation
Ideals above your station
Too much reality
Think about the waste of time spending
Watching Mother Nature's knees bending
Everybody loves a happy ending
Wake up you're on your own agenda
Give up the great pretender
With baby eyes of green
Wake up you're holding on to nothing
You know you're only bluffing
As dead as autumn leaves
Think about the waste of time spending
Watching Mother Nature's knees bending
Everybody loves a happy ending
Don't you just love a happy ending?
Oh yeah well so do I
And all your love will shine on everyone
The darkness of the day
A curse in every way
You try to see the light
But you don't know why
Don't know why
They tell you on the phone
To give your God a bone
And grow a set of wings like a butterfly
The guarding at the gate
Reminds you that you're late
You try to take your time
But you toe the line
Toe the line
The children of the world
And daddy's little girl
The grass is always green on the other side
So stay and breathe new lies
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Everything is moving faster than you think
(Wake up, wake up)
Your pen is running out of ink
(Wake up, wake up)
Fill up your bath and kitchen sink
(Wake up, wake up)
They're really kicking up the stink
(Wake up, wake up)
You've never found the missing link
(Wake up, wake up)
You should be happy and to think
(Wake up, wake up)
You're rending members out of sync
(Wake up, wake up)
And God is whiskered as a wink
(Wake up, wake up)
Once more are different to the brink

song performed by by Tears For Fears
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vangie's Cuisine...

Food, food, food…Vangie’s food…
You can find them in FACE BOOK
Mouthwatering cuisine of Filipinos food
Let’s get together and have a look…..

Pretty Vangie is the cook
Using delicate hand to cook the food
Her expertise is out of this world
Nothing can beat her skills of food….

I look at it everyday
To see what’s the menu for today
Tummy now that was once empty
Is now full of what she cooked for that day! ! ! !

 -xxx-

 

poem by Rachel Hill
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Syrup Sponge

Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!

Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;

Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?

Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -

Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!

And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Im happy

Im happy because all of my biils are paid
Im happy because i woke up and saw a brand new day
Im happy because i have food on my table
Im happy because my free
Im happy because im me
Im happy because i have my family
Im happy because im living
Im happy just for air and oxygen
Im happy just to be happy

poem by Jovahn Davis
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041410f Eat, Drink And Clean Up

men are helping conductor to load up
my bag is still hanging there innocently
villagers came with trinkets and food
they are selling, boiled corn, sweet
potato, banana, chicken on stick, drinks
they are buying, it must be good but me

we have rested almost twenty minutes
their faces are brighter now than few
minutes ago, villagers also made money
i also wash my face; still brown thru n thru
i didn't tried their food nor their drinks
i have my orange juice bottle and sandwich

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Everyone happy :)

Everyone happy
Everyone happy when they can pay their bills
Everyone happy when they have money in their pocket
Everyone happy when a person tells them they love you
Everybody happy when they have food on their table
Everyone happy when they have cloths on their back
Everyone happy everything goes right in there life
Everyone happy when find them a boyfriend or girlfriend
Everyone happy when they pass a test
Everyone happy when they get a new car
What happen when you lose everything?
What happen when you don’t have anywhere to go?
Or no food on your table
Your lights about to get cut off
No money in your pocket
Bills are due no money
Can you still be happy and have a smile on your face

poem by Jovahn Davis
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