And be careful of this, that each day at your meals you have two overseers over your household when you sit at meals, and of this be sure, that you shall be very much feared and reverenced.
quote by Robert Grosseteste
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Bitter Meals
cannot eat meals prepared by all hands
meals prepared of some hands cannot eat
taste of souls who prepared these meals
some prepared in love others anger swift deceit
taste of some meals sickens burns bitter not sweet
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I abhor averages. I like the individual case. A man may have six meals one day and none the next, making an average of three meals per day, but that is not a good way to live.
quote by Louis D. Brandeis
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Greedy poem Gannet
I stuff my face with poems here
The meals served up in reams
I indulge in wordy gluttony
I'm bursting at the seams
But still you serve me more and more
Just like a pushing Aunt
I eat and eat all that I can
But finish? I just can't
You cook and bake and fry and grill
The most delicious food
I want to at least try it all
So you don't think me rude
Even 'back of cupboard' tins
Will not go out if date
And if you all stopped cooking
All the meals would still taste great
There so much here to be consumed
Enough to feed the planet
I savour all I can
As I'm a greedy poem gannet
I've started cooking recently
To add into the mix
I have a mind of recipes
Do try the meals I fix!
poem by Stevie Taite
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Because we only feed in the United States less than 1 per cent of the meals, most of them are eaten elsewhere. Most meals are eaten at home. So to make McDonald's the target is not going to solve the problem.
quote by Jim Cantalupo
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A Lesson of Life (Thanksgiving)
(dedicated to Ms. Elī na Garanč a, a great mezzo-soprano)
This autumn is so relief
I hope it is a purely day
I have spiritual sense
Inside my very heart
I would like to attend
The ceremony or travel
Long distances with my family
I hope we have a large dinner too
We are as a family
Gather together
Yes, it’s the time
To a family reunion
I invite my all family, all friends
We are happily cooking together
We are happily eating together
We are happily talking together
Sweet potatoes
Pumpkin pie
Cranberries
A turkey
When crops are gathered
We are all thank God
We would also celebrate
National Unity, the harvest
I share what I have
With those who don’t have
I provide free meals
For the poor, old people, homeless
I prepare meals for them
I serve meals for them
I give meals for them
I sing Prayer of Thanksgiving with them
(inspired by Thanksgiving Celebration)
poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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Returning food
(This is a fictional poem)
You keep sending your food back because you aren't satisfied.
If you send it back just once more, we are going to step outside.
You say that my food stinks but you don't realize that I'm a great chef.
My meals have caused food poisoning but they've caused no deaths.
You said that your bacon was burned and your eggs were runny.
I'm going to kick you in the crotch and you won't think it's funny.
You keep complaining about your meals, nobody likes a whiner.
You say that I cook worse than that chef who owned Mel's diner.
I'm getting pissed because of the meals that you return.
I hold the worlds record for food that causes heartburn.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Take Salt Season New Meals
leaf meals taste spicy
bless mind to empty belly
spirit how leaf full briefly
transforms gift food energy
prepares meals for all souls
alone lost who homeless roam
life goes on be glad bridges
burning are not your home
take salt season new meals
for each lonely hurt traveller
pain commercial transitions
breaks breeds dream weaver
life purpose may begin in
kindness helping homeless kitten
waste rambling ways bless in
restore love in hope heart written
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gecko
Today, I found early in the morning
A small gecko was struggling to come out from the porcelain bath tub.
I remember that I had a phobia of geckos in my childhood
As my mother always say when I skip my meals and play with ants.
'You never become a big man if you won't take meals properly'
And she points out a gecko on the wall, 'Beware! It will bite you'.
I made a mistake by pulling out its tail.
Oh! It was broken and gecko was no more.
I am so sorry my dear.
I cannot do anything,
This sorrowful incident would torment my entire life.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dear Pedant
You thought I’d:
bleach
my teeth
paint
my nails
fix
my hair
prance
in heels
cook
large meals
f**k
each night
love
old friends
make
new plans –
instead I:
doubt
new plans
scorn
old friends
run
each night
miss
all meals
fall
in heels
tear
out hair
bite
plain nails
clench
back teeth
He Is In Heaven
He is in heaven
And from heaven he watches me everyday
But I can't see him at all
Because the dixtance from heaven and earth is too far to see
But I know that he is happy in heaven living his life
Also I live my life here on earth every single day
God watches after him
And the angels serve his meals in heaven in God's dining room
After the meals he watches his tv every single day
Because he needs to keep up withthe news from the world
If he was alive today he would be 109 years old
When he lived on earth he lived a modest life
And he was kind to everyone that he knew
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Poverty (song)
In the tune of the Boomtown Rats hit 'I Don't Like Mondays'.
The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell
Their whole lives hell.
(Gordon) Brown watches from his cosy home
Thinking of his latest plan,
While a man out THERE
Is so very SCARED
Living out his whole life in a dump,
And his dreams are stopped
When he sees the plot
To get rid of his landfill home
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They don't know what to think, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell,
Their whole lives Hell, Hell, Hell,
Whole lives in hell.
As all the life seeps out of that poor man
We go and count our money pile
And now we’ll be going to the corner shop
While that man starts to choke on his own bile
Then the media babbles
Then the signal crackles
(Pretending that they care about them)
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They can’t stand the poverty
And The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t
Tell us why
We should
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell.
Tell us why we shouldn’t help them
The answer is….
We should help them.
poem by Andrew Racklyeft
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Command that your marshal be careful to be present over the household, and especially in the hall, to keep the household, within doors and without, respectable, without dispute or noise, or bad words.
quote by Robert Grosseteste
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My Mom Sets the Table
Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered
6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed
Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes
Night after night my mom sets the table.....
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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My Mom Sets the Table
Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered
6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed
Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes
Night after night my mom sets the table
poem by Vincent Armone
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Command those that govern your house before all you household that they keep careful watch that all your household, within and without, be faithful, painstaking, chaste, clean, honest and profitable.
quote by Robert Grosseteste
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Pillars of Truth-4
the middle class is gone!
vanquished! extinct!
the american dream distorted,
dissolving into nightmarish need!
milk and honey are now
black market items only.
shut down the schools,
lay off the teachers.
close libraries, ban books...
firemen stand and watch
a house, a life burn down...
because the fee was not paid.
emergency rooms full of people
who have no insurance, ...
others wait in long lines
at the clinics...
people who used to own
their own homes... dumpster diving
for food...
roach motels and tent cities...
the only meals some kids get
are free meals at school...
people walking everywhere...
and more coming... $5 a gallon gasoline
shuts it all down... while
5% get fatter, gather more,
get richer... and the rest....
are disposable.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I eat all of the time... at least five little meals a day.
quote by Marilu Henner
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My family can always tell when I'm well into a novel because the meals get very crummy.
quote by Anne Tyler
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There are many days in the year, and still more meals.