Chopsticks
chopsticks
hot red tea
atami sashimi
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Surprise in Japan - Using Chopsticks
the Japanese says
he's surprised I use
chopsticks too
I thought everybody knows Chopsticks orgiinated in China and spread around from there. So I was very surprised when several Japanese expressed surprise that I can use chopsticks. Perhaps, they are not well versed in the history of chopsticks.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Off to Maine to Live in the Land
No stopping now:
Interdiction pricks.
One more poem for all,
Read about chopsticks.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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January
the tinkle of porcelain spoons
clink of glasses
and click of chopsticks
turn over december to january
the old year
just a few minutes ago
a flash of the meteor
gone and lost
in another part of the mind
now all alighted with
the new year, new plans
new wishes and hopes
january
the new child
brings fresh hope and joy
all of a sudden all the attention
is focussed on the new days
the old year slowly, slowly,
just another memory
a dead relativel
inspired by
In January
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city
creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.
Ted Kooser
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sing, Song, Swing
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks
Choppity chop chop, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When charlie chingee make his sing song swing
Charlie ching
Make his sing song swing
With a tingaling
On the ding dong ding
With a tingaling on the ding dong ding
Makee plenty sing song swing
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks
Choppity chop chop, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When charlie chingee make his sing song swing
Foo yung foo
Makee doodle-doo
With a toot or two
On the flute bamboo
And the doodle-doo and the tingaling
Makee plenty sing song swing
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks
Choppity chop chop, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When charlie chingee make his sing song swing
{instrumental interlude}
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And a tingaling on the ding dong ding
Makee plenty sing song swing
Chop chop choppity, chop chopsticks
Chop chop choppity, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When charlie chingee make his sing song swing
Choppa choppa choppity, chop chopsticks
Choppity choppity, chop till six
Choppity chop chop, chops the thing
When charlie chingee make his swing
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Everything from airplanes to kitchen blenders and even chopsticks comes with an instruction manual. Children, despite all their complexity, do not.
quote by Lawrence Kutner
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Dinner For Two
at the 38th floor
i got a dinner date
with you:
sashimi, maki,
oysters, sea urchins,
duck meat, red wine
and the whole view
of cebu,
you put me in the box
to an affair
that you do not like to
remember
could be my ex?
or a new wanna be?
or just a fling?
another inkling?
you're wrong
it is the promise
fulfilled to
a nice niece.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.
quote by Helen Rowland
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There Is Nothing Much To Go Deeper Into Life...
everything has a synonym
life has
a synonym for good food,
sushi,
uni, atami
a platter of jasmine rice,
beside a
hot chocolate
sardines with lots of
tomatoes
fried
in fact the synonyms have
become substitutes
for our definition of something
good and beautiful
less the garnishing of truth
to make
a synonym of a perfect day
just a pinch of sunlight
in my forehead
and then a bigger shade of
the penumbra of trees and
horizons
less the butterflies
that flit and then gone....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I was young, I just sat down and started playing Chopsticks at the piano. I got so far and then lost interest. Eventually, I regained it and started writing songs.
quote by Otis Blackwell
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I bought a piano once because I had the dream of playing As Time Goes By as some girl's leaning on it drinking a martini. Great image. But none of it worked out. I can't even play Chopsticks. But I've got a nice piano at my house!
quote by George Clooney
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Tree
This is for 'B.Y.O. CHOPSTIX', a new song by Nobuko Miyamoto about the ecological ills of disposable chopsticks. Did you know that some 40 million trees a year go into making these items? And that we throw away 100 billion of them annually? Ridiculous.
transformations? evolutions? hahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahah.
Ridicu lous.
A Lightweight Ode to Ars
A Lightweight Ode to Ars
or A Not So Fauve Muse
Fernand Leger watching me
Bloats my limbs
But when Salvador Dali comes
He makes my edges flow.
And if Pablo Picasso shows up
My face looks
Like it hit the fan.
Of them all I adore most
Marcel Duchamp’s tongue.
He says I taste like
A cubed sashimi roll from
A fauve Rousseau beast.
A the roaring sound
Magritte pops his head out and
All gaga about her says Dada.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Feb©2009
AD Something
poem by Alex Nodopaka
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In January
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city
creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.
poem by Ted Kooser
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Father's Day
Masquerade sits beside
his daughter: white face and
slender body
she looks like a flamenco
that evening
she feeds him some
yakosoba noodles
using the chopsticks
it's father's day and i look at them
with envious pity
at the 39th floor
i look at the city: lively like
stars twinkling
at the ground
inside is the sound of emptiness
hissing like a snake whose tail is cut
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Octopus; Lifestyle & Lifelong Supermarket!
Oh! The miraculous skyscraper
Consolidate three hundred and sixtyfive stories
And they're going to build another floor
For commemoration of the leap year!
Beside the massive parking lot
I chained my precious tumbledown bicycle
And the pet dog chihuahua to a tree.
My beloved's bit nervous and she asked;
' Do they accept our food stamps? '
'Why not? ' I replied.
'Darling I use the stairs and you go on escalator.'
'Are you mad? It's not good for your heart.'
'Don't worry they sell rubber hearts here
And it's easily could be prevented from bad cholesterol.
The new experimental sugar, salt and some other unsoluble granules
Harmful to the health.'
Bread forever and no expiry date and we can store for our next wedding anniversary!
Artificial meat like jelly and thank God they minimized slaughtering
But some they don't like as no blood to be seen over there.
Candymoss attached to fourteen carrot gold sticks
Darling in case of emergency we can pawn those.
Love juices in canned tins.
Hey! A Japanese sashimi restaurant on the top rotating floor
Named as 'Genjimonogatari of Lady Murasaki Shikibu' a prominent poetess
And I haven't tasted sashimi since I left Japan.
Long grain rice takes a long time to digest
That's better we can skip our meals off & on.
Some liquor I search beyond 40% of alcohol to get spin my head.
Synthetic masks resemble of actors, actresses and corrupted politicians etc., and I like if you wear Ursula Andress's, Sex symbol!
I'll choose Godfather's, when the Landlord comes to collect the next rent
He must have run away.
Hurry up darling and lets go as I have to do the graveyard shift
And it's already 3 P.M. and the month of January is going to be finished soon.
Do you hear the printing machine sounds like a train?
And they're printing 2012 calendars and the Passports of World Citizen it seems!
*To Alison & Jerry in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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literary scene - Chopsticks, spoons, forks on the lane of my mind
A strange encounter, this person's writing, whom some hail as 'great', I found it to be inadequate. There are so many 'erudite' words strewn all over the place. The feeling is not that they are wrongly used, but that they stand around like they have no business except to point out the fact that the writer wants them to make him look smart. They feel like chopsticks, spoons, forks, chopping boards thrown onto the lanes of my mind. I just wish to tell the man....... your literary journey has hardly even begun.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A La Carte
A gloomy evening
I was in the red-light district of Yoshiwara, Japan.
In a restaurant I ordered 'Sashimi & Sake'
raw fish with garlic sauce and rice wine
my favorite dish.
I saw a bonhomie 'Geisha'
she wears a red & maroon kimono
who brings the plate with a sing song.
A very familiar face.
Oh! I couldn't believe.
She is my loving wife.
I was so angry and I asked her' who brought you here? '
'you brought me here' she replied calmly.
I woke up to the set alarm.
The dream complicated my mind the whole morning
and suddenly I called home.
She is very fine.
To my poet friend Joe.Breunig
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sensei
running on the street
doing 8 to 1
60 seconds tiger’s walk
a minute-sharpen scratch...
stances on her legs
hands on her poise
posture and gesture
match the experts glow...
as brave as the lion
that roars in the woods
as strong as an eagle
flies up in the sky...
she is a fighter
with shuriken in her paws
chopsticks on her hair
a tiger fights with empty claws...
poem by Lady Grace
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Sashimi Loveliness
there is still something
raw in that relationship which
takes years to
grow
the tendrils of illusions
soft
it is like
salmon sashimi
sushi
bathed in wasabi cream
green hotness
which i leave softly still inside
my mouth
which my tongue savors
like
a pearl
a treasure of sesame
oil
with rice wine
and ginger
pleasure bathing longer
in the pool
of time
i love that raw peel
cold lemon juice
around my gum
that my teeth have long
readied
to take the
last bite
there is something delicious
in love that is raw
watery softness
hidden tenderness
unspoken
because the mouth is
closed
and full
so privately
uninviting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ignorance Fuels Merciless Ivory Demand
Chinese middle class economic strong bursts
free of centuries poverty cycles in numbers
several hundred millions Chinese middle class
cannot honour live without new pride status
ivory luxury chopsticks jewelry 70% of Chinese
think are told elephant tusk teeth just fall out
of elephant mouths harvest like apples from trees
ignorance is reason merciless ivory traders can kill?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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