Food simply isn't important to me.
quote by Alice Paul
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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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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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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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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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Its Time
its time now....
no more questions dont ask how
we got here whats important is we are
more importantly i am... no i dont have a star
not anymore nothing to shine
for me or for you no more
this may be the last rhyme
alas not so
time to go
the time is now
it is not important how
simply that we must go
show
them let them know!
let everyone see
just what has happened to me
it is not important how, simply that it did and something must be done
this battle is far from won
who is the enemy
why of course its me
i will not lose the fight
aganist myself nor will i run like gazelle with speed running away with fright
i will not lose to me
i will not be
the poetry i write
i will fight
its time to fight no time to run
i will one day hopefully be alive to say i have won
lest i hang on a rope
or i am dead and numb without any hope
poem by David Knox
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Some food
Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...
Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...
Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...
At only some food...
Some food...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Food For Everything!
Meals are the food for the body;
Knowledge is the food for the mind;
Meditation is the food for the spirit;
Music is the food for the love of heart;
Dreams are the food for the consciousness;
Prayer is the food for the Almighty;
Love is the food for the living heart;
Thoughts are the food for the brain;
Colourful ink is the food for the pen;
Ideas are the food for the stories;
Truth is the food for the will;
Sun’s energy is the food for the plants;
Plants are the food for the living beings;
But one man’s food is another man’s poison!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Dialogue Between Two Predators
it starts like this: hello
is hello that important? yes
is dinner important to you? no, i just had one
dinner must be important to you
since you have had no dinner yet, yes
can i have you for dinner? me> for food?
i am not delicious.
but you may swallow me alive...big shark!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's more than just high quality food for the family table; it's growing the food in a way that does not harm the environment. That gives me emotional well-being that is important to me.
quote by Robert Patterson
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Holding On, Just To Be Alive...
when a boat sinks
you grab everything that your hand can hold,
it does not matter what it is,
whether it is good or bad, legal or illegal,
you simply take hold of it and hold on
to the saving of your life.
similarly, when you are hungry and there is no food to eat
you grab every food that is there, dirty or clean, stolen or gained
you simply take it, and eat it to save yourself from death
they impose their laws upon you, it does not matter anymore
they give you death? what for? it does not matter
you're already dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ashberry
what makes a promising poet
is the one who comes to you
telling you that he wants to write a novel
in some other exciting ways
or simply one who lightly quips
that he likes to play with words
like some tumble weeds
and bedbugs tugging a bundle
of fecal matter
i suppose one that lacks the seriousness
to write the most important matter of life
and he was clear in saying that the one
who comes to him telling him that he wants to be a poet
because he has important stories to confess
ideas to express
does not really become a poet
and i am really, one of them
because i do not really want to be one of them
there is simply no use
at the age of ten, i already wrote my first line:
please leave your slippers before entering the door
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Four Women Of Your Life Brother
brother it is important to have
1) a woman who is intelligent
who can correct your spelling
and help you with some deep ideas
2) a woman who knows
how to cook
tasty exotic food
to fill our cravings
3) a woman who is beautiful
one you can be proud of
as you take a walk in
the plaza
4) a woman who is caring
affectionate and
tickles you to the bone
and takes away the
boredom in your life
these women are important
but what is most important is that
these women must not
know each other
[that was his joke
before he was murdered]
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And If I Am A Mediocrity?
AND IF I AM A MEDIOCRITY?
And if I am a mediocrity?
And what I have written is not worthy of remembrance?
And if I belong to the great mass of those not good enough?
And if all I have done disappears as if it never were?
And I also?
Should I blame myself
Or simply say God made me not good enough?
Should I feel sad and a failure
Or simply resign myself to what is the case?
Should I protest in anger
Or simply go on meeting the obligations of my life
As best I can?
I know the answer.
Being the best person I can
Especially to those closest to me
Is what is most important.
Mediocre or not as a writer
I must try to be a decent human being-
This is what the service of God really means-
And this is what all of us can try to do,
Wherever we are in the world of work and accomplishment.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Food
Food food food
All are here for food
All evolve from food
All act for food
All think about food.
All know no food
No existence.
Food come from rain
Rain ensues from sacrifice
Sacrifice rooted
In prescribed action
Prescribed action
Originate from knowledge
Knowledge proceed from you
You my dear not destructible.
So long as you are there
Food is there
You are all pervading
You are infinite
I the finite
Long for you
Through the food
Supplied to me
Only by you
And the food
Itself you.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Well, you know, I think in conversations with members of the Senate and others, they all recognize that the issue of immigration is important. It's important to our nation, it's important to our public safety, it's important to our security, it's important to our economic well-being moving forward. And it's not something that's going to go away.
quote by Janet Napolitano
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To be important, …
Importance is not goodness.
It is a quality entailing
Attention or recognition.
It’s important to respect;
It’s important to serve;
It’s important not to hurt.
Anyone who is not important
By breed, wealth or rank
Can become important thus.
30.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eatin Food
eatin food
eatin food
eatinf food
eatin food to swallow sadnees
eatin food to make happienes
eatin food to satisfy
eatin food instead of gettin high
eatin food to be eatin food
and thats why im eatin food.
poem by Pablo Sanchez
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To Seek Food
Hunger is to seek food,
Food has one eye and one ear.
The food we abstain from are the heads,
The food is caring over us, and we maintain
Our lives with the food of the day.
Liquors are taken as food,
With a brain too bright,
A table and a cook is required,
Forming my life as a whole.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Don't Anymore....
this thing is not the most
important to do in my life
i have many other important things
to manage,
but this one is most addicting
because it can be anything
from trivial to serious
or to nothing but just a
matter of expression for the day
like
hmm, when i have nothing to say
i can always say it here
like when i have nothing else to mind
i can always put it here
you see, we are riding on the same boat
of ennui
when we feel riding it
we do,
when we don't we simply turn this thing off
and
do something else somewhere
nothing kills us, nothing can,
as simple as that...you wonder
i don't anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Eyebrows
for doing nothing
for simply being there
the eyebrows
are given a higher place
than the nose
the eyes
the mouth
they who feel more important functionally
feel agrieved
about the arrangement
the hierarchy
and the eyebrows that know the reason
simply
niked wanting to laugh to something funny
that the future
has imagined
you know what jealousy may give sometimes
a comedy
and the inevitable chaos
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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