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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges

#05 Food for Thought




Hello Poets;

Thank you once again for responding to the theme challenge. After such a serious theme I think some light-hearted fun is in order for this next challenge. A request for poetry on the subject of food. It doesn't actually have to be the lunch box, maybe a family dinner or as Red Nose Day is next week maybe a bath of custard or one I found quite fun to do was write a favourite recipe as a poem. Perhaps even using the "currant" form challenge - the Septilla, try eating one of them!

Food for Thought

Inside the box an apple, red;
The salad, green with cheesy squares
My cup of coffee simply stares
I look across the sea instead.
A slice of fudged chocolate cake
It does not ease the empty ache
Those dreams of you inside my head.

I want to walk across the sea
Not eat my lunch on this here beach
Reminding me you're out of reach
I need to feel you close to me
How I detest this time of day
To eat alone is not the way
Yet I must wait for love to be.

My apple will be sweeter then
The salad crisp and dressed divine
And wind chilled coffee is just fine
My heart no longer asking when
A shared slice of creamy cake
Your kiss at last has eased my ache
For love alone brings peaceful Zen.

Jem Farmer
Happy Quilling and Blessings to All

Jem
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Food For Thought Challenge



Divena Collins

Able Male Needed
Burning Desire

Ivor Hogg

From Grandma's Kitchen

Peggy Nelson

Loving Blues
Marshmallows
Starving

Ryter Roethicle

Fireside Dreaming
Just A Drink At Twilight
Meeting in my bar
Sonnet 18

Nia Wynne

Sate

Divena Collins

Able Male Needed

Would you do it for me if you could
Being a man I think that you would
I would not ask but I`m desperate;
I beg of you please I am helpless
You are needed I am in distress
I only hope that I am not too late;
Take me now!! (To the shops for food)



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Burning Desire

Hot as a chilli pod seeds all on fire
Running through his body so wild
Acute indigestion burning on a pyre
Preferred con carni hot never mild;
Sichuan peppercorn ripe and young
With horseradish root freshly picked
Fiery as mustard resting on his tongue
Such was so good the plate he licked.

Jalopeno peppers hotter than desire
Taste buds reach levels of intensity
Ginger in it's piquancy favours higher
Peri Peri sauce enhances rich density;
Finally the heat from the vinda loo sung
Praising hotter spices they had picked
Hot tantalising tingling on his tongue
Such was so good the plate he licked.



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Ivor Hogg

From grandmas kitchen

Gran's corn beef stew was world renowned
No one could doubt its influence.
Unusual but it was found
to stimulate flatulence.
A single bowl sufficient
to produce a great deal of gas.
The pressure somehow had to vent.
There was no doubt it had to pass.
The built up gas flowing free.
Because the sphincter could not hold.
Like a trumpet voluntary.
It was completely uncontrolled.
I know too well what it can do
So I don't eat my grandmas stew

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Peggy Nelson

Loving Blues

Found blue food coloring for lovers dream
Everything tonight will be mixed in blues
Bought delicious apples to paint blue hues
Bought finest blue wine to suit the scheme
Blue food coloring will lift his esteem
I trust the blues will delight lovers muse
Tonight we'll fly in blue skies on a cruise
Wheelchair gone, thanks blue rats; research team



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Marshmallows Free for a Kiss

Tonight was superlative sharing with you
Humor started right when I opened door
You knew I ate marshmallows by the score
Pleased to consume my way through to you
Scrumptious inviting lips and tongue found
Wearing one of your preferred colored blues
Apron see-through blue nylons; high heel shoes
Entered home your face glowed when I turned 'round



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Starving

Asking for food to eat today
dying from hunger and from thirst
This disease is known as the worst
dead in land fought for yesterday
Starving no more shoved in a bag
Millions perish from ruler's lag
Be it the Lord or Satan's play?

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Ryter Roethicle

Fireside Dreaming

Would'st thou nestle by my fireside,
Needs that I be your beacon in the night
Your lighthouse or just a shining light
Or would thou prefer in the dark to hide?
I offer you warmth staying by my side
Instead of that cold harsh white sight
A warmth of which will your soul ignite
As in your lovers arms you chose abide.

As we sit here let me feed thee sweetmeats,
But not sweets or food of the fattening kind.
Not of sugar nor a flour by man refined,
Nay my love I would offer you better treats.
A kiss or more from thy lips most surely beats
All that, and after one sweet kiss we’ll find
Some more, and after find our love redefined
And to build love depends on what one eats.



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Just A Drink At Twilight

As I stood by the tree waiting for you
As the twilight grew, I rested against it.
Not moving allowing the mood permit
A group of faeries, a peaceful looking crew
Approach me offering me a brew.
So thirsty, to their will I did submit
As I stood by the tree.

Then all of a sudden, realisation! I knew
My feelings to the tree I began to transmit
And through that drink began to commit
Unable to stay with normal life I bade adieu
As I stood by the tree.



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Meeting in my bar

This is the place where I once felt so free
Instead it's become a miserable prison to me
Trapped with memories, captured in life
A stranger is talking, who used to be a friend,
Silently, I wish and pray for this meeting to end
The pain slices through me, just like a knife
Why can't things be like they used to be?

The eyes that once smiled and endeared me
Are heartless now and show no mercy
I finish my Guinness, for once not enjoyed
And always tactile, you take my hand
But now I wonder what evil you've planned
That feeling of love has become a void
I no longer want to be like they used to be.

Through all our life, all you caused was pain
But now I'm not a victim of your campaign
I pay the barmaid and then bid her farewell.
Typically in your conceit you cannot see
How the sight of you now disgusts me
And you, why don't you just go to hell,
I'd be stupid to take you back again?



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Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a glass of wine?
Thou art lovelier and more full bodied
Thy lips more tasty than grapes on a vine
And by such poor fruits be more envied.
The sun doth dimly dip to thy bright eyes
Yet shine brighter still when it be night
The redness of thy lips, to some fruits advise,
Such colour and taste is beyond thy might.
What about thy breasts upon which my head rests
What fruit is equal to their taste or texture?
Nothing comes to mind that would dare suggest
A food or drink or feast that could more allure.
If love were food on thee most lovingly I'd dine
Each night I'd toast thee in thy own sweet wine.

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Nia Wynne

Sate

Should we both come to privations plate
Lest we accept the bounty love bestows
In a recipe meant to help it grow
And hold back no morsel though we would wait?
A love creates the formula of fate,
Dashes of cinnamon from the bistro
Where latte, chai tea and zinfandel flow
Into our hands and hearts fully ornate.



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