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Wealth And Food

There is pity where we walk
In the mouths we float our food
Sin is again in the mind
What will this bring when we think?

What food do we bring for our bodies
When the mouth is strong in taste
For the fine wine and lovely bites
So strong in love of our soul?

The smile on your face is strong
As the tale we tell will bring more food
To the hearts of the poor
Who will love us more for our wealth is grand.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Taste Or Life?

They say honey is sweeter than wine;

Many say kiss is sweeter than wine!

Some are fond of sweet taste in all;

Many like hot taste in food we eat ever.

Taste is just a flavour of coffee we take;

Tasteless food nobody likes at first ever;

But food for living life cannot be ignored.

Sugar coated pill makes us take medicine;

Just like that taste makes food delicious!

Taste various from person to person ever;

Hence one man's food is another's poison!

So also taste for poetry, novel and articles

Say about one's mind, heart and soul ever;

More than taste food for living is fine ever!

poem by Ramesh T A
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What Can You Bring Me

(j gadson)
When your lovin is gone
And you cant carry on
What can you bring me
When there aint nobody else
And you cant help yourself
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
Can you bring me that happy day
Let me know that everything is ok
Bring it strong and bring it fast
Bring it till the pain is in the past
What can you bring me, thatll unchain me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me baby
What can you bring me
Like a amn whose on that road, drivin hard towards his goal
Like Im on my last go round
My love lifes lost and cant be found
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
Hurry baby, dont waste time
I need somebody, help me solve this crime
Bring it strong and bring it fast
Bring it till the pain is in the past
What can you bring me, thatll unchain me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
Help my equilibrium baby
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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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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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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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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Gracias', 'La vida Latina'! !

Why had your bed been taken out from under you? !
But i bring you peace and love to you;
'Shalom Aleichem'!

Where is the horizontal trade mark of your love?
For the casualties of the war had taken you aback!
But i now bring you peace and love.

'Gracias', 'La vida Latina'! !
For the ants are a tiny nation but they prepare their food in the summer;
And i am here to help you with my peaceful mind,
So be very strong on your dreams and move on.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet # 398

As like no doubt the appetite`s behavior
That asks for food when it has had food had
Does kill all wants of food becomes its hater
Only to later come; wish food `gain bad.
So`s the desire of intercourse all know
That when it`s satisfied knows not the flesh;
That e`en with Venus to bed would not go,
But then does come another day strong, fresh.
Thus is my love for all the human race
That weak becomes when I see people`s worst
Only to come, lo, strong like mother`s embrace
When I see people`s best, like mad a thirst.
So I go low and high in this my living.
Somtimes I laugh and others cry sad giving.

poem by Luis Estable
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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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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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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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On This Love

Strong as a bull, i need you my love;
Bold as a lion, i want you my love;
But to be cut down like a grass is what we don't need on this love.

An eagle soars in the air like the strong kiss of our lips,
But a serpent glides over the rock like the romance of our nakedness;
But to be cut down like a grass is what we don't need on this love.

A man wins his way with a maid and,
We are withered away like a green plant;
But a ship floats in the middle of the sea like the passions on our love.

This is what we need on this love,
Light to him or her who is in misery;
This is what we share on this love,
Life to the bitter is spirit;
For those who forsake the law praise the wicked.

My love will always be with you,
Because your love is the key to my successs;
Like the food in summmer and the food of winter!
So cast your bread upon the waters that you may gain the morrow.

On this love,
You are all that i think of to put things right;
But strong as a bull is the love that we share together.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dog Food

Pop
Im hanging around that same old scene
My girlfriend betsy shes just fourteen
Theres nothing better for me to do
Im living on dog food
Dog food is so good for you
It makes you strong and clever too
Dog food is a current craze
Eat some every day
I chew up my sunday mirror
I read about the rich I fear
Dog food is my whole life
Dog food composes my wife
Yum yum yum - woof woof woof - arf arf

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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When A Sunflower Dies

It's sad to watch sunflowers die
That once were strong and bright
Their thick stalks drawing food from soil
To reach amazing height

Their faces once were giant stars
Their hearts an intense brown
Their sunny petals always smiled
And formed a golden crown

When stalks are cut and brought indoors
To parlors decked with grace
They bring its owners fleeting joy
With fresh and glowing face

Nobody cares when in a week
Life ebbs from each dry stem
Each petal shriveling and spent
To certain death condemned

It's sad to watch sunflowers die
That once were strong and bright
Their thick stalks drawing food from soil
To reach amazing height.

poem by Liilia Talts Morrison
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The Clean Plater

Some singers sing of ladies' eyes,
And some of ladies lips,
Refined ones praise their ladylike ways,
And course ones hymn their hips.
The Oxford Book of English Verse
Is lush with lyrics tender;
A poet, I guess, is more or less
Preoccupied with gender.
Yet I, though custom call me crude,
Prefer to sing in praise of food.
Food,
Yes, food,
Just any old kind of food.
Pheasant is pleasant, of course,
And terrapin, too, is tasty,
Lobster I freely endorse,
In pate or patty or pasty.
But there's nothing the matter with butter,
And nothing the matter with jam,
And the warmest greetings I utter
To the ham and the yam and the clam.
For they're food,
All food,
And I think very fondly of food.
Through I'm broody at times
When bothered by rhymes,
I brood
On food.
Some painters paint the sapphire sea,
And some the gathering storm.
Others portray young lambs at play,
But most, the female form.
“Twas trite in that primeval dawn
When painting got its start,
That a lady with her garments on
Is Life, but is she Art?
By undraped nymphs
I am not wooed;
I'd rather painters painted food.
Food,
Just food,
Just any old kind of food.
Go purloin a sirloin, my pet,
If you'd win a devotion incredible;
And asparagus tips vinaigrette,
Or anything else that is edible.
Bring salad or sausage or scrapple,
A berry or even a beet.
Bring an oyster, an egg, or an apple,
As long as it's something to eat.
If it's food,
It's food;
Never mind what kind of food.
When I ponder my mind
I consistently find
It is glued
On food.

poem by Ogden Nash
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Don't consider the wealth is eternal!

While the wife feeds
the husband, with love and desire,
the different types of foods
prepared with six tastes;

And he takes only one handful,
leaving the rest untouched,
from the quantity of food prepared,
the remaining food is wasted;

However rich,
he is likely to become poor one day
and beg for food in some other place,
Hence don't consider the wealth is eternal!

(naalatiyaar - aRaththuppaal - selvam nilaiyaamai 1)

Hence don't waste food
and share it with everybody,
Utilise your wealth
for charity!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Food for Everyone

Sellers of food have a huge price,
And they eat from them from advice.
The restaurant is a race for the food,
A beautiful place for the meat barbecued.

I like the eating to be done in a fantastic place,
Where I love the taste in my head, no disgrace.
Love anything but do not eat the forbidden fruit,
So horrid it is of the devil to say, but we must be astute.

It is poverty that hides the food from poor people,
It is not the poor people who taste a life admirable.
Sellers of food must be paid, and poor is the person
Who can not afford, so he can not eat, unless he is in heaven.

Heaven is a place for food and drink,
Drink I take and health I doublethink.
Heaven has a drink for me.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Grave who was my great grand ma

She was good woman she bring
us grace to the family
She was great friend and mom and sister
and great grand ma
She bought everyone in the family Grace
Grace was strong woman and nice and kind
and loving and caring and sweet
When she came in to our life she was
great in our life
She love me and everyone else when she
and ma say both love me
It was like Grace she bought me was in
my heart and soul
Grace was good woman and good person
who went to church
God needed my great grand ma to have things of
Grace be bring up their to everyone else like she
did here
God bought a good person in this world and to everyone
hearts Grace is my family and friend
Grace was strong and she was leader all of the family
She was great leader and good friend and family and
she was love and everyone will miss her and wish she
was still here with us
But Grace is with us and she live in us she a hero just
like my aunt is
We love Grace and my aunt and great grand pa and we
always will love these three strong people.

poem by Kristina Riggs
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Something So Strong

Love can make you weep
Can make you run for cover
Roots that spread so deep
Bring life to frozen ground
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today
Turning in my sleep
Love can leave you cold
Taste of jealousy
Is like a lust for gold
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today
Ive been feeling so much older
Frame me and hang me on the wall
Ive seen you fall into the same trap
This thing is happening to us all
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today

song performed by by Crowded House
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Monkey Principle

Monkey always says
Your food is not your food
In your plate
Until you hold it
In your hand

Your food is not your food
In your hand
Until you put it
In your mouth

Your food is not your food
In your mouth
Until you swallow it

Because anything can
Knock your mouth
And you spit it out

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Taste Of Food

In food is a certain quality of taste,
May they abstain and be erased.
For food manages my godly life,
Just as the fish manage with strife.
In this food, in that food we collapse
And honour a feast with some gaps.
The food we eat as dinner shall be kind
To the sleep we carry throughout the mind.
What food do you cook with expertise?
Fish and meat will certainly cease!

poem by Naveed Akram
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