A cat nudges me
the cat climbs up
to the chair
a foreleg
nudges me
as i eat
it wishes to
share my food
bit by bit
i throw
left over of
fried prawns
squids....
and it quietly eats
and keeps
nudging me
when it wants more
like a friend
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Food To Share
She set the table with white linen cloth
and fancy dinnerware,
Sparkling crystal glasses with stems
and then she said a prayer.
But she had no food to share.
She played some Brahms and quietly sat
and fiddled with her hair.
She lit some candles and watched them glow,
all alone with no one there.
She had no food to share.
She was old and frail and forgetful
and she could not remember where
all the guests that used to dine
had sat in every chair.
She had no food to share.
She sat and thought of older times
when there was food enough to spare
for family, friends and strangers
who'd come from everywhere
for all that she had to share.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Life that we are part of
one life
one soul
shared by
entities
all added
up to one
larger life
the river
freezes
because it
it is telling
the sun
not to go
too far
the moon
hangs out
in the night
because
it wishes
to share
the secrets
of the sun
the cloud
comes down
as rain
because
it wishes to
share with
all the glory
of the sky
the trees
bear fruits
because
it wishes
to thank all
for giving air
as well as
hellp spread
their kinds
the sky is
thunder and
lightning
because
it wishes
to throw
a balance
between earth
and sky
the world is
getting hotter
because
it wishes
to tell us
we have gone
against its order
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Food is My Friend
Food is my friend,
I eat it everyday.
When I'm all done,
I throw the trash away!
Food is really good;
I like chicken and pizza and fries.
I think that without it,
I just would not survive!
Food can be gross, too;
It stinks when it's gone bad.
But when it doesn't stink,
It actually tastes rad!
Food is the best;
I'm sad when it ends.
But all in all,
FOOD IS MY FRIEND! !
this was written by me and my brother
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Chicken & chips
Chicken & chips
Often brought by fast food addicts
Who love the finger licking taste
Fried fatty food
Unhealthy but cheap
Eaten for hunger's sake
Shop owners
Laughing all the way to the bank
At the expense
Of junk food loving customers
Who just want to fill their belly
With a cheap box of fried chicken & chips.
poem by Sinclair Azubuike
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A Friend For Life
A friend for life
A friend forever
When there's no one left to dance
A friend for life
Two friends together
When no one else would take the chance
When there's no one left awake
You stay awake to talk
When there's no one left to care
You are my shoulder
When there's no one left to share
You share my thoughts
From you i cannot stand to be apart
My friend forever.
My heart.
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The Arrow The Chair And The Falling Star
the chair is silent
it has feet but it does not leave
it screeches sometimes
because you are heavy
with your load (this burden
this baggage of the
soul)
the chair faces the sea
because your finger points to
a falling star
and the chair like you
makes a wish
like you
it wishes that the moon
may soon have lips
that you can
kiss throughout the night
unlike you
the chair never dreams of arms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh, my friend
you, my friend
share this with me
as your feeling
as my feeling
too, Oh my friend
every day i find you
my friend in my verses
every night i find you
my friend in my dreams
are there meaning
for my words
with out you
you my idol
and the imagery
of my fate
you my friend
oh my friend
you my fate
share the breaths
of my life
share the beats
of my heart
you my friend
you light the shadows
my friend
and let the darks fade
pure love my friend
flourish flourish
becouse my friend
you are alwaye
my friend
you my friend
the golden merror
to my fair
and holding hands
to my flame
you are my fame
as safe heaven
you are oh my friend
to my faith
you are always my friend
it is your kindliness and your care
Oh my friend
and god's grace
that you are always
for me
you gifted lover my friend
and the love is your game
my friend
so share it....with me
my friend.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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A Circular Motion
the murky sea
tells the truth about the
chaos of rain
on the high mountains
those who are unlucky
remain buried
some are carried
to be swallowed by
the fish and the
shrimps and the
squids
feasting on the body
of the rotten
kid
on our tables
for lunch
we are lucky to have
same fish, shrimps
and squids
the sea clears itself
of the mess from those rivers
and we are the first
guests here
dipping...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wok
Into the Wok I drive tonight
Down into the heart of the balmy city
As I drive a voice comes on the radio and says:
'The Wok has been crowned food capital of the North Coast'
Afterwards, I reflect on what the radio announcer said
I have just finished a meal of snapper and prawns
I resolve that the Wok should be crowned 'food paradise'
That should become law
poem by Scott Mcdonald
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Krishna's Meal
Kanha eats in Yasoda's lap.
some he eats, some he drops,
as the ladies of Nandgaon watch,
some he eats and some he puts
in Nanda's mouth,
this joy is beyound recount.
some he eats, some gives to gopas,
butter in his hands, curd in doniyas.
The joy of Yasoda
the three worlds cannot account.
the meal is over, Kanha washes,
for Sur the left-overs count.
poem by Sant Surdas
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My Brother Julian.
my brother julian is weird,
but hes not one to be feared,
burgers and fries is all he eats,
loves video games
but he always cheats,
sleeps all night sleeps all day,
he goes to church but i never heard him pray,
but his nose is special it could smell food a mile away,
he gets crazy and physco thats why i call him violent j,
he loves food like they aint no tommorow,
he eats so fast i sometimes wonder if he swallowed,
hes always first in line to order,
hes favorite food is the ultimate cheeseburger,
hes cool but mostly rude,
but show him your food and violent j will druel.
1/05/2008
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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Friendship
Friendship
Friendship is love,
Without friendship love means nothing!
Without friendship love is empty…
Without friendship love is boring...!
Friendship means sharing…
People learn to share from friendship,
Share everything they have in life,
Friendship is like stars,
Even though we always see them together
Always mean to each other…
But,
Sometimes they argue!
Friendship is like flower,
Soft but strong!
Friendship is like sun,
Bright and beautiful!
Friendship is everything in life,
Life without friendship is like life without air…
Life without friendship is like eats without food
And
Life without friendship is like body without soul…
Friendship is wide!
Anybody can be our friend,
Our parents, our grandparents, our sister, our brother and even our school principal!
Friendship….
Is everything!
poem by Qistina Zaini
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Poem about Poetry - when poetry comes kicking
when poetry comes
there is always a goddess
at the back of the mind
that always wants to
swing herself to the fore
to the page and the net
laughing all the way
she nudges at the heart
so that the passion
climbs mountain high
if there is a notebook,
it is a goldmine to till
if not, the goddess
would be gone
and looking for her
would take an age
lost in the forests, oceans
and skies of thoughts
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give my pie a throw! ”
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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A Friend, My Friend
I sit and think of you
Kenechukwu.
Last night I had a curious
Dream.
My best friend saw you beside me
And grew jealous;
Who is this?
He asks in a huff,
Black spectacles closing
Crimson red eyes.
A friend, I say
Unready to precipitate offense.
A friend or your friend?
I am at a loss then;
Where lies the bifurcation
Between a friend and my friend?
Jude, I do not know.
If it is bile that eats you,
Then know that
You are my best friend,
My everything
And Kc is just
A friend, my friend?
poem by Samuel Nze
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My Friend, A Friend
I sit and think of you
Kenechukwu.
Last night I had a curious
Dream.
My best friend saw you beside me
And grew jealous;
Who is this?
He asks in a huff,
Black spectacles closing
Crimson red eyes.
A friend, I say
Unready to precipitate offense.
A friend or your friend?
I am at a loss then;
Where lies the bifurcation
Between a friend and my friend?
Jude, I do not know.
If it is bile that eats you,
Then know that
You are my best friend,
My everything
And Kc is just
A friend, my friend?
poem by Samuel Nze
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Black Cross
All I got is a Black Cross,
And two crabs in my left eye,
What you say you want you want,
Like a lump in your right thigh.
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend.
You the users of the wheel,
Stink of oil and electric eels,
Users of forbetten tools,
We must be the fools.
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend.
Cancel the world,
Erase history,
There is no future,
As far as i can see,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend.
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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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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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give a pie a throw! ”
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Bag For Life
And so I blew it
And I some how I knew it, that
I would throw out the screwed up ends
The tighly coiled gut load of sentences
That discharged themselves randomly
In the supermarket
They gave me a 'bag for life! '
Somewhere on the journey I left it behind
At the point of exchange
Where there were no bins
I filled it with sentiment and waste
And those unheard wishes
Best left silent
Somewhere between here and waterloo
If only they knew
How easy it is to dropp off
The edge of all reasonable sense
Spill coffee on those carefuly pressed creases
And forget your lines
Under the interrogators light
A dark mastermind chair of pitting wits,
Leaving all wits witless!
45 minutes and times up!
yvette smith june 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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