Prepared
dried beans, salt pork,
flour, lard, coffee,
and whiskey...
matches, sharp knife,
a coat, boots, dried dog food.
candles and books...
pull the blanket close,
hold those that you love.
storm clouds, hard lightning,
eyes squinted, lips tight!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pork-n-Beans
Pork-n-Beans, a favorite food of any renaissance man
Afterwards, you may want to turn on the exhaust fan
I like them hot as the capital of Sudan
I like them cold straight out of the can
Pork-n-Beans are a culinary delight
Give me great pleasure with each bite
If I could, I'd dine on them every night
Handy for the refrigerator raid at midnight
Pork-n Beans should be kept readily on hand
Nuclear fallout shelter...keep them canned
Zombie attack...snack while making a stand
In-laws visit...for a evening meal unplanned
poem by Charles Hancock
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Can't Be All Wrong (original Demo)
It is fire it is lightning
It is real it is frightening
Who will come who will go
Who'll be the last to know
Who is there when you're fighting
And I am here, now
Oh and I don't know if the feeling is gone
I can't say this is all that I want
When the tears have all dried
I still hold you inside and I
Know that this can't be all wrong
Threw the pain through the window
To the place where the wind blows
All this love all this time
Always the last in line
Never far from the shadows
And I am here, now
Oh and I don't know if the feeling is gone
I can't say this is all that I want
When the tears have all dried
I still hold you inside and I
Know that this can't be all wrong
It is here it is in you
We are all that we've been through
All these nights all these days
Always a better way
So much more than we could do
And I am here, now
Oh and I don't know if the feeling is gone
I can't say this is all that I want
When the tears have all dried
I still hold you inside and I
Know that this can't be all wrong
Hey, and I don't know if the feeling is gone
I can't say this is all that I want
When the tears have all dried
I still hold you inside and I
Know that this can't be all wrong
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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Pinto Beans
Pinto beans in a little bowl,
'A La Charra' they are so good.
Talk about food to sooth the soul,
With a flour tortilla, oh yeah, thats food.
'Frijoles A La Charra' with anything,
With rice on the side, and fajitas too.
The comfort food of which I sing,
Pinto beans a love so true.
8/10/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Nowhere Lane
we are...
the ink barely dried
on the page,
the cup chipped
on the windowsill.
wood stacked against
the porch,
the shadows on the
empty swing.
the kiss lost,
and the ring.
red dirt dried
on the shovel,
the old boots left
by the door.
the creaking of the
screen door opening,
the box tied and
packed away.
hunger sap dried
on novel sheets,
the half smoked cigarette
lying in the ashtray.
the sound of the empty room,
in that old house on nowhere lane!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Coffee!
Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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My Shopping List
I write my shopping-list in rhyme.
It doesn’t take me too much time,
and always helps me to remember.
(I’ve been doing it since last September.)
Wholemeal bread
low-fat spread
strawberry jam
dry-cured ham
Cheddar cheese
frozen peas
free-range eggs
chicken legs
grape jelly
pork belly
lamb chops
lemon drops
fillet steak
chocolate cake
cookie mix
seafood sticks
tortilla chips
salsa dips
instant coffee
treacle toffee
dried sultanas
ripe bananas
runner beans
a bunch of greens
new potatoes
vine tomatoes
and (really urgent)
liquid detergent.
That’s my shopping-list in verse.
Not very good? Could have been worse!
poem by Paul Hansford
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linger
Have a walk my dear
I encourage you
Just beyond and into the shade purple
Under my sunset into a yawning moment
When your eyes are dried
you will hold close inside my heart
until the last thought
You remember me
More than this
Take apart and then relinquish
as I catch you in thoughts
under every sunset fragrance
In love in shadows of lavender familiar
long, narrow, pale-green eyes
in leaves and purple flowers mine
When dried, they keep their fragrance
leisurely, lingering of reluctance
for a long, long time.
poem by Joseph Nez
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Written With Nails (For Terence)
metal jacketed truth bullets
spat from the empty tomb
on the third day, ...
grave clothes lying empty.
human stink garbage sweat grime,
hands reaching for hands...
candles made of flesh,
matches of dried bones.
truth lightning gentle weeping sorrow,
food bowls held by shaking hands.
eyes that see, hearts that feel,
simply living, by the fire!
spiritual writings written with nails,
compassion's hammers, caring's shovel...
lifetimes building shelters,
and planting gardens for the poor!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Allah gives dried beans to eat to him who has no teeth left.
Ice Cut In The Air
Ice cut in the air
Where dried out stalks
Stick through
Boone Pond.
Cattail’s long, green,
Knife-edge leaves
Bends three feet
With wind.
Shaken pads fold
Dried rust color
Locust leaves like bells.
Frog jump
As I approach.
Hand size turtles
Warm themselves
At bank’s end.
Shells of mallard eggs
Grinned into the soil.
poem by David E. Patton
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Is it Tea or Coffee?
Is it Tea or Coffee?
Tell me!
My instant early morning dream
I like it black, white with sugar or cream!
The choice is free
Yet the mind cannot agree
With Tea is a Yippee!
With Coffee it is a Whoopee!
The thought of a little caffeine
The smell of fresh roasted beans
Will once again set off my adrenalin
While my exhausted brain is waiting
That stirring cup of sizzling black
Put on the kettle; spill the beans out of the sack
I will pay the fee; I will pay the levee
I will beg on one knee for a little bit of Coffee
Take a sip of the early morning coffee
Close your eyes and try to see
As you smell the airy aroma like a bee
Tea or Coffee! Perhaps you now understand me
Those swarms of dark brown seeds
They feed my vicious needs indeed
I don’t care how much I pee or how much I wee
For that sparking liquid of hot black called coffee
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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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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Stars were racing
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,
And the Sphinx was listening to the desert.
Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus'
Blood grew cold; upon his lips was spreading
The blue shadow smile of the Sahara.
With the turning tide the night was waning.
Sea-breeze from Morocco touched the water.
Simooms blew. In snowdrifts snored Archangel.
Candles swam; the rough draft of 'The Prophet'
Slowly dried, and dawn broke on the Ganges.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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School Cafeteria - Version 2
Now, let me tell you bout the school cafeteria
Its got all the others beat
It sells over four million burgers a year
Just think, thats almost two pounds of meat
My ice cream sandwich is lukewarm
But my burrito is much too cold
You know a school cafeteria is the only place
That sells artificially colored mold
You know a school cafeteria believes in mass production
They buy those lousy soy beans by the keg
I dont like to complain, but in a school cafeteria
You can buy a taco and get bubonic plague
Today in the school cafeteria
They introduced a brand new malt
Its called boysenberry dysentery
Please pass the salt
The tunafish sandwichesll make you ill
The enchiladas are enough to kill
Before you eat, youd better make out your will
In the school cafeteria today
After sixty-three years in the business
Our cook still hasnt got the knack
And all the food in the school cafeteria
Comes from care packages that were sent back
Feel your arteries growing hard
As you eat another healthy spoonful of lard
Its no wonder that the food is so gross
The health department is afraid to come close
So everybody better hold your nose
In the school cafeteria today
So listen very closely, all you girls and guys
Heres a little message to the wise
Youd better not try the chili surprise
In the school cafeteria today, oh yeah
In the school cafeteria today
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The Good Lord Is Irish
Twas in a wee little kirk
Nestled deep in the heather
Where leprechauns lurk
mid fog and brash weather
Where wee Father Flanagan stood
Attired in black coat and white collar
Aponderin’ evil and good
E’ twas Five foot two and na’ taller
Aponderin’ the warld’
and to how it might end
And how things might unfarl
When tis gone round the bend
“Oh dear Lard, how twillit be when we go?
Twill all be gone, or will yet some linger? ”
To which the Lard replied in voice soft and low
“suure and I’ll show ye my son, just pull my finger.
poem by David Whalen
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Orange
I hold in my hand my last source of food
I squeeze it in my mouth
the sweetness envelopes my taste buds
growing increasing the ever small size of my belly
letting the taste of this orange last as long as possible
the orange becomes dried up
no more food to be found on the island
poem by Jessica Roberts
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I want to feel the touch of spring
The mountain waits for the snow thru the hot summer,
hurt and burnt by the sun, yet believes the touch of snow
It snows and covers the mountain like a blanket of love
I want to be the mountain to feel the touch of snow.
The sand of a dried river waits for the rain to shower,
dried and chared by heat, yet believes the touch of rain.
It rains and fills the river, to bring the life again
I want to be the dried river to feel the touch of rain.
The flower waits for the spring thru the harsh winter
Frozen and frosted by cold, yet belives the touch of spring
It warms up and the spring arrives, to flower and spread happiness around
I want to be the flower to feel the touch of spring.
This is the law of nature we have to wait thru summer and winter
hurt, burnt, bleeded, and freezed, yet should believe the touch of spring
God will show Love for those who can enjoy his summer and winter
I want to believe in Love and feel the touch of spring.
poem by Arayath Jathin
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Desolate
Cornered in the raw and empty--
Desolation-deserts sand filled hand-
Blanket of alibaster granules-
Grainy reminders of the Mojave-most grand;
Thirst-parched-mouth dried-
Heat dehydrated-hallucination---
A mirage coiled with a bent palm--
An oasis? -No-just my imagination;
Camels carry cargo-lumping along-
Tired in their long hemp gowns-
Sweat mired upon their tired brow-
Ah-the desert-steeped in light browns;
It makes no friends of anyone--
But does take away ones very breath-
Crossing this Hell Hole of endless vacuity-
Too soon-brings about dried death;
May 17,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Remember
I've gone, my sweetheart.
Do not fret.
For it is not your time,
not just yet.
I am at peace.
My sickness is gone.
And you my love
will have to go on.
You will remember
all that we had
and I will remember
so don't be sad.
For a love like ours
can never die.
It's just a temporary
short goodbye.
All of the tears
that came our way
will all be dried
on another day
when once again
you will take my hand
and hold me close
as you'll understand
that God is kind
and knows our plight.
He will bring us together
when the time is right.
Be strong my love
while I wait for you
and do the things
you always do.
Be you my love, be you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sunshine Of Your Love
Its getting near dawn
The lights close their tired eyes
Ill soon be with you, my love
To give you my dawn surprise
Ill stay with you, darling, soon
Ill stay with you till the seas are dried up
Ive been waiting so long
To be where Im going
In the sunshine of your love
Be with me, my love
The light shining through on you
Be with me, my love
Its the morning and just we two
Ill stay with you, darling, soon
Ill stay with you till the seas are dried up
Ive been waiting so long
To be where Im going
In the sunshine of your love
Be with me, my love
The light shining through on you
Be with me, my love
Its the morning and just we two
Ill stay with you, darling, soon
Oh, till the seas are dried up
Ive been waiting so long
To be where Im going
In the sunshine of your love
In the sunshine of your love
In the sunshine of your love *laughs*
Let me do it again!
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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