Eating is not merely a material pleasure. Eating well gives a spectacular joy to life and contributes immensely to goodwill and happy companionship. It is of great importance to the morale.
quote by Elsa Schiaparelli
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A Guide to Eating Meat
Eating a little beef
Could cause a Hindu grief,
Eating too much chicken
Can make a person sicken,
Eating lots of lamb
Is preferable to Spam,
Eating a leg of pork
Won't make the neighbours talk,
But eating Mum and Dad
Is DEFINITELY BAD! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Hard To Swallow
We eat to live
We eat to grow
We eat to endulge ourselves,
In the greatness of food
We eat to provide comfort
We eat to be accepted
We eat as it is part,
Of our lives
Food comes in all different forms,
Shapes and sizes
It can be a bean as small as a nail
Or a christmas turkey the size of a horse
Food is a necessity
Food is a way of life
Food is enjoyed
Food is loved
But for some,
Food is despised
Eating brings pain
Eating brings weight
Eating brings illness
Eating brings hate
Eating means endless pain
A pain that wont stop,
Until the food inside,
Is forced out
Eating means weight gain and hurt
So,
It's best not to eat at all
The aching pain of hunger drifts away,
With several ibuprofein.
The battle with food is a constant struggle
To overcome the eating disorder
To take one bite,
And Swallow!
poem by Chris jones
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Basically, though, I believe in eating well, not eating too much but eating a variety of foods.
quote by Joan Collins
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Pork Fried-Rice
Pork fried-rice,
Eating your way to death!
And from Mattithyah to Revelation.
The specimen,
Of a tale and a tail!
But upon the two wings of a great eagle i will fly away.
Of the sale of a sail and,
Of the life under a microscope;
You are eating your way to death.
A bale of a bail and the eating of pork,
But heaven and earth will pass away and the laws will still stand!
And it will be like a puzzle to you all.
Essau hated Yaaqob like the pale of a pain but,
With your rhythmic contractions and your tympanitic abdomen;
So come out of this world and live for the truth only.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Vegetarian Mumbo Jumbo
I dont want tofu Id rather have a mouthful of beef stew I dont want
To be a vegetarian why eat beans when you can have steak insted?
I dont feel bad about eating something thats dead why should I be
Sad for cows getting hit in the head? so I like eating fish tell me whats
Wrong with this how can you blame me for eating chicken of the sea?
Dont waste your breath yelling at me about animal rights and how they
Should be free its survival of the fittest and were winning I dont feel
Bad about eating something thats dead why should I be sad for chickens
Being force fed so I like eating fish tell me whats wrong with this how can
You blame me for eating chicken of the sea?
song performed by by NOFX
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Eating everything you want is not that much fun. When you live a life with no boundaries, there’s less joy. If you can eat anything you want to, what’s the fun in eating anything you want to?
quote by Tom Hanks
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Eating Alone In A Chinese Restaurant
all my life i never imagine myself eating alone.
there is something detestable i think when a person eats alone.
either he is selfish to have to share a conversation with someone else
or that he is shutting himself away from this world where each must belong
to someone else, lest one can be branded as another scrooge
before Christmas, a misanthrope, a man who has no capacity to relate to
another human being, or even with a pet dog, or cat, to join him eating
in a restaurant.
i have seen some who eat alone in a Chinese restaurant, their eyes fixed on
the other customers eating alone too, sipping the bird's nest soup with the sound of a pig or a big bird, as though eating alone becomes a socially
acceptable action. I do not bother asking them, why they eat alone and look
stupid with their lonely eyes, falling faces, less hair, and protruding teeth.
then i start to eat alone by myself. I look at the passers-by one rainy day
through the glass window of the restaurant. I enjoy the noodles and the
sweet sour pork and the bottomless red tea and the jasmine rice.
i tell you, it did not take that long really to learn to live my life alone.
after you left me.
It is this eating alone in a Chinese restaurant which taught me. And now i am beginning to like it.
Sans love. Sans anybody.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Hate Eating Alone In Public
I sat alone to eat at a restaurant today
For the first time in public today
I gotta say I hate eating alone
I used to ask total strangers to eat with me
And I would tell them that I would pay
So they would eat with me
This one guy must of thought I liked him
And that wasn't the case
I just wanted someone to eat with me
He gave me compliments
We had a great conversation
It was fun eating with him
Than I realized
He thought we were on a date
When he said
I never had a girl ask me out
But I didn't have the heart to tell him
I only asked him out to eat
Because I didn't want to eat alone in public
He asked for my number
So I gave him my number
But I never called him back
And if that had been a date
I would of called him back
But it wasn't a date
Now I'm sitting in a restaurant eating alone
And having all these people stare at me
And it make it worse they're all here with a date
And I'm eating here alone
Irom Sharmila, My Daughter
I see people eating
in front of shopping-malls
I see people eating
in front of reality shows
I see people eating
in front of cinema-halls
Only IROM, my daughter,
hematophobic,
hasn't eaten ten years
for only she knowseating
to be homicide
when bread is dipped in read...
poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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Bits of Life
Life is no sanctuary
Of desire and fulfillment
Each day extends
Vagaries of nothingness
And I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
My walks to the beach
Brings images intermixed
The chopping of waves
The hustling of winds
Amid chicken roasting streets
And I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
I often ask,
Is it my life
For which I pursued forth?
Mind approves…
Heart denies…
And I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
My look to the East
Brings memories on sea waves,
Children, wife, parents,
Kinsfolk, friends, teachers…
Inheriting a loss,
I go on
Eating solitude and slow time
Bit by bit
With silence.
(Composed on15 Jan.2009 in Tripoli)
poem by Vachaspati Dwivedi
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We're A Happy Family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
Me mom and daddy.
Siting here in Queens
Eating refried beans
We're in all the magazines
Gulpin' down thorazines.
We ain't got no friends
Our troubles never end
No Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men.
Daddy's telling lies
Baby's eating flies
Mommy's on pills
Baby's got the chills.
I'm friends with the President
I'm friends with the Pope
We're all making a fortune
Sellingd Daddy's dope.
(Repeat)
song performed by by Ramones from Rocket To Russia
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Dogs In Wars
The big, white dog cowered in the shadows unseen
by soldiers marching by, there had been fighting and
many corpses lay rotting in streets, hungry dog had
been eating, first reluctantly, then with abandonment,
forgotten was ancient taboo about eating human flesh...
Soldiers, who could kill their enemies brutally and
without mercy, had an irrational fear against dogs that
ate humans. The white dog knew this, any dog seen
eating man could never again be mans best friend
When the war was over it would try to be adopted by
a nice family with small children it could look after;
but for now the dog was hungry it had to finish eating
an arm that appeared to have belonged to a soldier who
had been keen on weightlifting before joining the army
and be blown to bits by a wayside bomb.
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.
quote by Chamfort
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A Lonely Cloud
I’m eating a lonely cloud
It’s empty and cold
When it has gathered lot
Soon the sky is getting dark
I’m eating a lonely cloud
It’s heavy and hard
When it has already been dark
Soon the day is going to rain
I’m eating a lonely cloud
It’s grey and bitter
When it has already rained
Soon the tear won’t hesitant to flow
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I'm crazy about westerns. I need to do a western once in a while. It's like you know, eating bread, eating pasta, drinking wine. It's in my blood. I need it.
quote by Franco Nero
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I feel good now. I've gained all my weight back after getting stoned for three weeks and not eating and not sleeping much. I've been coming by my mom's and eating food.
quote by Marc Wallice
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As they say in Italy, Italians were eating with a knife and fork when the French were still eating each other. The Medici family had to bring their Tuscan cooks up there so they could make something edible.
quote by Mario Batali
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At one point I had to shove as much food in my body as possible to pack on calories. My trainer wanted me to do six meals a day and not go two hours without eating. If I would cheat on eating one day, I could tell - I'd drop a few pounds.
quote by Taylor Lautner
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Diurnal Awakening
The hands of the distorted day
Came clambering
Plucking out the pace
While I am riveted
In the emollient pillowcase
And a plethora of dreams
That had been eerily haunting
These past few days.
The tail of havoc wagged its tail
As my eyes rolled through the walls
And tripped over the clutters
Of the things invoked
By inertia
With no intention
To be hauled
Neither to pick up itself.
The sun penetrated my room
And poked my eyes,
I stood in a whim
And dropped my heart
In the enigma of
Still rousing up
To touch the ceiling of
A flaming mire.
My eyelashes fluttered
With morning glories
Of the same story
I turned off the fan
And the passé whirrs
Lingered into the halls
Of the calignosity
Of the noontime sun
I stashed my mobile phone
Beneath the pillow
Now it can rest
On a grave,
Pulled a book from the bedside table
And sate myself with
The ephemeral thrill
And to shun the beckoning
Cries of the latched door, calling
In a lilt of sepulchral melody:
"Come out, come out,
Starshine, be bright
The sun would let you sprout
And corrupt your livid light.
This is a life eating life.
This is a life eating life.
This is a life eating life.
THIS IS A LIFE EATING LIFE! "
poem by Norman Santos
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Eating Icecream With My Grandkids
There’s something very special,
For me it’s always a treat,
When I sit in a booth having fun
Eating ice cream with my grandkids.
It never fails that I eat too much;
Just maybe I sit a bit too long, but
Oh, well, I still enjoy the time spent
Eating ice cream with my grandkids
Then, when I’m too old to get about,
I can sit and reminisce of the times
When I sat in a booth having fun
Eating ice cream with my grandkids.
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poem by Loyd C. Taylor
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