Edible substances evoke the secretion of thick, concentrated saliva. Why? The answer, obviously, is that this enables the mass of food to pass smoothly through the tube leading from the mouth into the stomach.
quote by Ivan Pavlov
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Stomach with food
Dont full
Fill your stomach...at
Food...
Stomach is
Full fill
The food...
Only at only
With waste of
Basket...
Making
At your stomach...
Drink...
Eat...
A llways
With your stomach
Limet... limet...
Healf stomach
Is good...
Bada full food
Eating...
Mothley once
ok...
Every day
Not better for
Your body health...
Diside to eat food...
Daily...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Men More A Fool Than Beasts
Whenever the food was served to a dog,
It was done after a stroke of the bell.
The sight of the food induced its saliva.
The sound of the bell induced the saliva.
When the bell rang with no food to follow
Then too came out the saliva from it.
Women excite men; things they wear excite.
Names they bear excite; so do female voice.
Man is conditioned by sex perversion.
Women not in sight, then too will excite
Him anything that sounds feminine.
More a fool than a dog is the learned man.
12.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When ego is fed…
Someone would remember me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would be grateful to me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would broadcast of me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would long for me:
My stomach goes full.
Whenever ego gets food,
The stomach is fed without food.
05.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Drain You
One bady to another says. I'm lucky to have met you.
I don't care what you think unless. It is about me.
It is now my duty to completely drain you.
A travel through a tube and end up in your infection.
Chew your meat for you. Pass it back and forth.
In a passionate kiss. From my mouth to yours. 'cause I like you.
With eyes so dilated. I've became your pupil.
You've taught me everything. Without a poison apple.
The water is so yellow. I'm a healthy student.
Indebted and so grateful. Vacuum out the fluids.
Chew your meat for you. Pass it back and forth.
In a passionate kiss. From my mouth to yours.
'cause I like you. You! You! You! You! You!
One bady to another says. I'm lucky to have met you.
I don't care what you think unless. It is about me.
It is now my duty to completely drain you.
A travel through a tube and end up in your infection.
Chew your meat for you. Pass it back and forth.
In a passionate kiss. From my mouth to yours. 'cause I like you.
song performed by by Nirvana from Nevermind
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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
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Monkey Principle
Monkey always says
Your food is not your food
In your plate
Until you hold it
In your hand
Your food is not your food
In your hand
Until you put it
In your mouth
Your food is not your food
In your mouth
Until you swallow it
Because anything can
Knock your mouth
And you spit it out
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Sliders, Addicted I Am
Something so small and square, edible
Be so good and addicting
Travel 100 plus miles for them
Do they call our name or brain wash us
The small square buns so soft and warm
They could be dinner rolls
The grilled square patty cook so well
Juicy and delicious, the right amount of onions
I am so addicted to them
Not just one, maybe two, or go for the six pack
They play with my mind
I see the signs as i drive down the Interstate
They must know when I am near
I feel a magnetic pull
I crave them bad, can't get enough
Ole the White building is in site
Do I stop or do I pass
My stomach says yes, the heart no
I do stop almost always
Those burgers are my life
Ole to the White Castle Burger
They took my heart and stomach
I need to go to Sliders Anonymous
The addiction is bad, very bad
It takes over my mind
I go to dangerous places just to get them
The fixation is so over whelming
Ole to the Slider, My true love food
So juicy, so small, so good
My body will pay later, now that I am Full
Sliders, Sliders, My mind dreams of eating you
One more time, Do I stop, or do I pass
White Castle, a Addict I am
People beware the Sliders are addicting
Give me more, My tummy is bursting
Just one more before I go
Sliders, I love you So
poem by Michael Peterson
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AE01 growing fish
fish lips barely off water
filtering food crumbs
floating like carpet
fish pond feeding time,
amazing appears as unit
focus to food, giant vacuum
swirling mass of fins, bubbling
some jump with open mouth
catching whatever it pass by
total chaos, survival of fittest
soon nets come for collection
feed them now, to feed you later
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Nothing else belongs to you except the passing pulse of time
Nothing else
Belongs to you
Except the pulse
Of each passing second
You cannot hold on to it
Nor can store it
It is just fleeing
But you can recall each moment
When you have something
At that time to rejoice
So never waste a second
In an unpalatable manner
As time is like the
Food that just entered
Your mouth
You bite, chew
And get the feel of its taste
in a wonderful mix
Of saliva and
Digestive juices
Once you swallow
The food is no longer there
You cannot and
In fact, do not like to
Get back the swallowed food
So too, time once passes
Has passed for ever
You cannot get back
Even the previous second
Just trickled
So, as you enjoy food
When it is in your mouth
Enjoy time
Assimilating energy
And nutrient from
Each bit of happenings around
Instead of losing it
Without any gainful use
To you and
Others nearby
Remember, the most precious
Possession you have
Is your time
With each second slipping
Become wiser
More learned
Enhance your knowledge base
Ensure happiness
To you and to yours
Let you not regret
Having wrongly spent a second
As, such a regret simply amounts to
Your having swallowed
An unpalatable
Tasteless food item of
No nutritive value
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Win A Prize
Run the race and win a prize,
For the food is for the stomach and the stomach is for food;
But i will live on always to see you grow.
Slow, glow, blow, flow;
That which was empty is now full,
But he who joins himself to a prostitute is in one body with her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Universe
From point of view of mass
The universe is nothing but
A little bit of saliva of God.
God’s body is only a few meters tall
But His glow is so big
His body seems like a dot to it.
Even God’s visible glow is so small
When God expands it to show His body
It seems like a dot to God’s invisible glow.
Nevertheless God’s body can become so big
The universe seems like a little bit of saliva of It.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Two
Give yourself to fasting and prayer,
Give yourself to things that are right;
For the unrighteous will not inherit,
The Kingdom of Yahweh.
Food is for the stomach and,
The stomach is for food;
But the two will become one flesh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We Cry for Food and They Give Us Bullets
Food! Food! Food!
It is all that we need
It is all that we need
to calm down our spirits!
It is food that fills
that fills the empty pangs
of our stomachs,
pangs that make us yawn
but cannot sleep
that make us gulp
but cannot vomit,
that make our saliva
taste sour and acidic!
We cry for food
like the helpless little children
with the art to attract attention
by our street demonstrations.
Yes, we cry for food like little children
to calm down our spirits,
that the cry cannot at all be neglected
for it is food,
it is food that soothes our spirits.
But you give us bullets
on the streets where we stage
our cry for food
You give us bullets
instead of food.
But even bullets cannot silence
our cry for food
for as long as we`re hungry
we shall be like little children
that will ever cry for food.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Sauces In The Mouth
Satisfy us, the sauce is laid on the plate,
To sound like a train we munch on the crockery.
All of us are tame, men sweat due to food and water,
This ranch of dining musically swings with munching.
My food created the salmon in my mouth
To move in lovely rhythm with my tongue.
Its territory is tested, like all good men,
But the inner taste is subjected to the pleasures.
At the end of all this is bitter and sweet food
Being kept in batches for the stomach to design.
I have been satisfied by the ranch of food and dining,
The sauce is hot and sticky in the very district.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sky Soup
The birds
Cutthrough
The blue—
Thick, azure porridge
Of the astral plane.
Steam building,
Billowing in
Cumulonimbus clouds
Blowing in thhhhecool front.
The aluminum wings
Of an airplane
Tear a ____
Through it allllllllllllllllll,
` The stew drains simmering—
A whirlpool bent around the jagged edge
Of the sunbeams emanating
From the soup
We call a sky,
It all mixes
With alphabet letters
And faces
And animals
And images
That we'd like to think we seeeeeeeee
But who knows?
It just spills from the bowl
I call my head.
Quench
My thirst throat,
Parched of nature's saliva,
The water,
Brain juice
Stream of consciousness
Pouring down my esophageal tube
Parachuting.
I'm hungry
For something soothing
To sip up with my eyes.
I'm starving
Scrawny,
So the broth of stellar noodles drips in my empty gullet,
Churning in my stomach,
Squashing and squinching
Squeezing in my mind's canteen.
The ceruleandraping
Cascades
Crush My ocular nerve,
Foam wiping my white washed, subfuse pupils
Clean. Sky soup.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Nibble
Nibble...
The food and eat...
Nibble..
Food...
Little and little...
For your mouth...
Eat...slow...
Nibble...
Nib ble is
Not tasty bite...
A healthy bite...
For the stomach
With your body...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Smooth
i want words
to be smooth
smoothly said
and smoothly
understood
like rum sliding
in my throat
directly inside
my belly
smooth as tiles
on the floor
effervescent as
your breath in
my mouth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's wife and food
God has a body and glow
The universe is inside God's glow
And it is actually made of a little bit of saliva of God
God's body cannot break into two pieces
Because of gravitational force
If God's body had double mass than it has now
It could break Itself into two pieces
Thus He would have His wife and food
poem by Asif Andalib
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Woman as wife
Woman as a beloved,
Man is on knee; it’s the height of love.
Woman becoming wife,
Man is on throne; it’s the depth of blasphemy.
Love is like food in mouth.
Wife is like food in stomach.
Women are not for marriage.
16.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Insect Assassins
Injects no survive. Efforts control the
Animal survive. Survive. Animal survive. Survive. Injects no survive.
In nasty spitting eye cost. This
Assassin spitting spitting assassin spitting spitting in nasty spitting
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Are species species are species species insectivorous nutriment species
Into notoriety. Sweeping eastern capture testimony
As sweeping sweeping as sweeping sweeping into
notoriety. Sweeping
Interest nervous succumb easily: composed tube
Adhesive succumb succumb adhesive succumb succumb interest
nervous succumb
It near spider East closes thorax.
And spider spider and spider spider it near spider
Its needle. Specialized enlarged? Cutting tough
A specialized specialized a specialized specialized its needle.
Specialized
Is nontoxic secretion extremely contains that
Assassin-bug secretion secretion assassin-bug secretion secretion
is nontoxic secretion
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needle-like snake,
INLET not significant, effect cockroach. Thus
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After surround surround after surround surround insect "natural"
surround
Internal nerve. Sucks especially contents through.
Against sucks sucks. Against sucks sucks. Internal nerve. Sucks
Immediate now share extinguishing controlling them.
Arises: share share arises: share share immediate now share
Insecticide? Needs. Sap; episode. Cimicidae thoroughly
Attributed sap; sap; attributed sap; sap; insecticide? Needs. Sap;
Insects numbing seconds. Each channels. They.
Accordingly seconds. Seconds. Accordingly seconds. Seconds.
Insects numbing seconds.
poem by Jackson Mac Low
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