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Nonsensical Phenomenon 25/10/09

Opened a bottle of Port, Allesverloren,
translated as Everything Lost, forgiving
myself for coming to earth as an evil spirit,
enthusiastic support for hubby’s exotic
dish until I tasted once too much

Gone the rapport we strived to reach, gone
the false friendship – How dare you go on
tasting, I want to present exquisitely, you
are thwarting my goals - wish I could throw
him and his dish into the sea, smiling

I am sorry, will not come near it again, realizing
it is impossible to please other people, some hate
the Torah, some hate creative writing; some hate
both, life is a nonsensical phenomenon, the only
thing to control is myself

I am going to read a fairytale and be sensible about
life – it is the biggest waste of everything there has

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poem by Margaret Alice
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One of a kind

My D.N.A’s in disarray
Genetically I am quite mad,
I just found out the other day
I never had a proper dad.

They hatched me on a petri dish.
From bits of that and bits of this
and kept it warm to incubate
How I turned out was left to fate

I finished up a vertebrate
but I will never find a mate.
In all the world I am unique
I shall not live to be antique.

I’m six feet tall and three feet broad
and I blow bubbles when I’m bored.
From both my ears I swear it’s true
Now that is something you can’t do.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Bitterliciousness

Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.

The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.

Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Animal Rights (A Restaurant Sold Fried Fish Cruelly)

In Taiwan, there was a restaurant,
sale promotion gimmick of which was very abhorrent.
It was a smoky fried fish,
a spicy and good -smelled dish.
There was a glass fish pond,
swimming in it were fish...big, fat and long.
Beside it was a fish net,
by which the chef would catch.
Then he quickly removed the scale with a knife,
and on the body he cut and sprinkled with salt and spice,
while the fish was still alive.
Then with wet towel he grabbed the fish head,
while the gill huffing and puffing to catch the breath.
Into the sizzling hot oil, the body was slowly dipped,
which in painful agony, flapped and flipped.
The fish struggled in a desperate attempt,
causing the hot oil to splash,
onto the chef's hand,
making him cry in pain as if the world was going to end.
Before the fried fish was going to be served,

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poem by U Win Kyi
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A Dish (cuisine) that talks

I am a dish that talks
and usually i want the chef
to do his stuff my way
wishing this, wishing that
hoping to be the next best dish
to top the restaurant list

as the chef sprinkles
his spices and salt onto me
i diffident would complain of
the excesses, the overindulgent
use of veggies and mutton
or mollusks, mustard
vinegar and pepper
and even the overheating,
charbroiled, stir fried
steam cooked or stewed

i want it my way giving
little regard to the chef's expertise

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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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James And The Shoulder Of Mutton

YOUNG Jem at noon return'd from school,
As hungry as could be,
He cried to Sue, the servant-maid,
'My dinner give to me. '

Said Sue, 'It is not yet come home;
Besides, it is not late. '
'No matter that, ' cries little Jem,
'I do not like to wait. '

Quick to the baker's Jemmy went
And ask'd, 'Is dinner done?'
'It is,' replied the baker's man.
'Then home with it I'll run.'

'Nay, Sir, ' replied he prudently,
'I tell you 'tis too hot,
And much too heavy 'tis for you. '
'I tell you it is not.'

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poem by Ann Taylor
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Nutritious

That banana cake taste,
Grandma use to bake.
And was loved?
Is gone with the deep dish apple pie.

That smothered blade steak.
Served with black eye peas,
Collard greens and candied yams.
Sometimes with peach cobbler,
With rich vanilla icecream.
That too,
Locks in memories.

Those golden brown biscuits,
Fresh from the oven.
Buttered.
And topped with homemade,
Strawberry jam.
Or that cornbread no one can resist.
That too...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brenda's Lonely Fish

I am a tiny flame of gold
That flickers in a jar
I see the world in circles

Eyes watch me from afar

But I can only swim all day

In circles round and around

Out of the glass I see the world

But cannot hear a sound

Trapped inside a goldfish bowl

I swim round and around

I can never catch my tail

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poem by Yvette Smith
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Eve

Eve, with her basket, was
Deep in the bells and grass,
Wading in bells and grass
Up to her knees,
Picking a dish of sweet
Berries and plums to eat,
Down in the bell and grass
Under the trees.
Mute as a mouse in a
Corner the cobra lay,
Circled round a bough of the
Cinnamon tall. . . .
Now to get even and
Humble proud heaven and
Now was the moment or
Never at all.
'Eva!' Each syllable
Light as a flower fell,
'Eva!' he whispered the
Wondering maid,

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poem by Ralph Hodgson
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Ode to a Meal of Life

I took in all I could
Flavors of what life offered
Taste that could turn your tongue around
Dissatisfying sensations like explosions
Starting each reaction around 7 in the morning
Ending every night randomly with dinner
Digesting as if I were reborn in my sleep

Dreams influenced by the senses felt before rest
Today I flew tomorrow I blew up
Into a million pieces of glass
Reflecting the fates I have devoured
Meals become endless hopes to try something new
Eventually my taste buds begin to expire

Dying and lying on the dry tongue
Saliva surfacing to fight past fleeting times
Oh how the good times pass by so quickly
The great moments forgotten so easily
Oh how the sad times bring us misery

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poem by Han One Sail
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