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#meal
Every best conversations are made at the table, Strong friendships are created during meals, Best ideas said and implemented during meals. Our bodies embrace the best we take , Having good health and best we survive. A meal is art in itself, We don't take food to **** hunger, We understand life through meals.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:38 AM UTC
Meals and life
Melancholy skips a beat, when vacuumed between the bubbling absorption of kindled harmony. Mash together insecurity with melody, as tragedy flees the passage of memory. Consider the sparkling jewels looking your way. Which charmer can hunker your heart to a spelunker. Come let us invade the forgotten caves of what remains. Channeled along the ravines of yesteryear. Hearken to the echo of history. Each passage of hope lingers below the roots. Settling sediment like bread crumbs. Dogs can't sniff it out, the core of the issue is far beyond their reach. No need to shiver in the molten warmth of the earth. When even blood runs dry, bones lose form, but the spirit never dies.... Do you yet realize?! As you hold your eyes to the machines, you lose another hour of life to the cold dead earth. So for goodness sake, take the time to enjoy a meal with the gaze of another soul~
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
Good Food, and Better Times.
he always wanted to break bread with us cook a meal and share it's nourishment a religious belief in the sanctity of food I dunno but when he died I took his microwave and most nights we share a meal cooked with his blessing
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
breaking bread
The world enters She holds a plate Bows to the table Where you just ate “Someone nice to fall in love with?” “Yea sure, why not?” It's been a heavy meal Your stomach is wrought Fork stabs at the corners Breading, bland and bleak You miss the previous course This is all just lard and leek But you asked for this It's time to eat You opted in For something sweet Are sweet things Not enough for you? Do you crave the heat? Of spice and rue Those rich delicacies Made you shatter and break Let go of them now And finish your plate What you get now And all there is to order A small, simple circle With a felt-tip border A pillow to sleep on A jumper to wear Someone nice to fall in love with If you even care A light to see by A melody to hum Flowers that creep Between apple and plum A meal that is certain A modest, tidy pie Someone nice to fall in love with If you give it a try
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May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
Pastry
The dinner table. It is called what it is despite the use for all meals starts out with breakfast the kids get their backpacks from the chairs and go to school. The dinner table. Come lunchtime, sandwiches prepared on its rough tired surface waiting for the children to come home and enjoy them. The dinner table. Now comes dinner, A place of comfort and good thing where every expressed meal takes place in the American home. The dinner table. Wooden, ovoid piece of furniture located in the formal dining room such a work of art in yet such a pleasant, morsel-resting masterpiece a family heirloom often overlooked for its uses. The dining room is where the family can relax at the universal dining counter for mealtime. The kitchen is where the food is made and prepared. But tonight, we have other meal plans. The dinner table. Let us rest our heads upon its surface and say a prayer of thanks let us praise the Lord for the food he has blessed us with. Now let’s eat! This takeout looks delicious!
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Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
Mealtime
. and your mug shot's shining through it's a vision true   (but the subject's taboo)               all             ugly               here morning sunshine    breakfast table    autumn cool you're poised to speak   a fly lands on your lolling spoon     then   i stand up merry                                       i make my vital move      the table backs away  distressed your eyes raise    i flop open my faminous mouth   and let the fumes draw in Surprise ! (no time for you to hold surplus breath -                              - form an expression - make any objection)               mechanism disjoints    like the raw riches i whip the plumb weight of my head   and strike mouth-chomp-grip   over your scalp and i am working you in with swift jaw shifts and hingery i **** on you with a smile and gullet                                         (past photos of you   shuffle glaucous before my inner eye) yap sock muscle   i operate   gumming on your head (ours was the world ; we got so lazy) budging in your hair   dampened by my saliva (our timid first meeting at a bar) and airway and my teeth softly folding back (us in bed-us in bed-us-in-bed)                                    and whole hog jaw agog (the tourist we made as a couple) i dilate and distend  crouch low to take your weight (the rise and falter of your sleeping chest) upend  your hands panic typing in the air         (the eyes of your investment in me) your feet flinging the heft back and forth        your shoulders break in and forward folding my chest cracks and wells                             (gifts we gave that touched heart and others that fell short) a complete engulfing meal of you                 (your childhood antidotes and teenage feelings we discussed) down my soft disposal                                      (all my memories of us in a fizz                                                                and all the inaccuracies) ...and then i head off to hibernation           ferrying an idea that ' i have you now '            that   perhaps you were my enemy                                                           all this time and i am digesting the beast                       (what a feast !)
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Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 9:39 PM UTC
g u z z l e (devouring the beast)
. and your mug shot's shining through it's a vision true   (but the subject's taboo)               all             ugly               here morning sunshine    breakfast table    autumn cool you're poised to speak   a fly lands on your lolling spoon     then   i stand up merry                                       i make my vital move      the table backs away  distressed your eyes raise    i flop open my faminous mouth   and let the fumes draw in Surprise ! (no time for you to hold surplus breath -                              - form an expression - make any objection)               mechanism disjoints    like the raw riches i whip the plumb weight of my head   and strike mouth-chomp-grip   over your scalp and i am working you in with swift jaw shifts and hingery i **** on you with a smile and gullet                                         (past photos of you   shuffle glaucous before my inner eye) yap sock muscle   i operate   gumming on your head (ours was the world ; we got so lazy) budging in your hair   dampened by my saliva (our timid first meeting at a bar) and airway and my teeth softly folding back (us in bed-us in bed-us-in-bed)                                    and whole hog jaw agog (the tourist we made as a couple) i dilate and distend  crouch low to take your weight (the rise and falter of your sleeping chest) upend  your hands panic typing in the air         (the eyes of your investment in me) your feet flinging the heft back and forth        your shoulders break in and forward folding my chest cracks and wells                             (gifts we gave that touched heart and others that fell short) a complete engulfing meal of you                 (your childhood antidotes and teenage feelings we discussed) down my soft disposal                                      (all my memories of us in a fizz                                                                and all the inaccuracies) ...and then i head off to hibernation           ferrying an idea that ' i have you now '            that   perhaps you were my enemy                                                           all this time and i am digesting the beast                       (what a feast !)
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⁠Even if you are an enemy who's bound to hurt me, I would still ask you to come sit and eat with me. Even if you are an enemy who's sent to capture me, I would still ask you to stay for a while, share even this one meal with me. Even if you are an enemy who's ordered to **** me, I would still ask you; "Have you eaten? Kumain ka na ba? Ya comiste? Ja has menjat? Xa comeches?" And if you say you haven't, I'll take out the plates, but I'll be angered. Because look at the time! And if you say you already did, then I'd let you take me out, my head lowered. You can waste my time! Even if you are an enemy who's bound to hurt me...
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May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC
Kumain Ka Na Ba?
Who do you invite as a lunch time guest? Who do you embrace, give space to? With all due respect, do you connect? Who do you pick for your table? To whom do you assign more of your time? With whom do you breakfast and banquet? With whom do you offer good food’s aroma, and space on a cramped picnic blanket? Do you reach beyond your thick outer marker, beyond your community sphere? Do you risk the discomfort of social faux pas or play safe and stick to your peers? Do you feast with a loud and generous heart, starting early and finishing late? Do you share more of your time, taking your time, giving with God-given grace? With whom do you share a long, good meal? Who are you a good friend to? Who do you eat with, laugh and be real with? Tell me - who do you pick for your table?
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Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 8:35 AM UTC
Who do you eat with?
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that ill be laid out in the meditterian sea with the water hugging me I plant seeds of hope into my cranium that my heart is gold and titanium and that I will never again know the lows that I've known instead, I can just float float away swim away to a better place one not plagued with flawed structures one not filled with hungry vultures always looking for their next **** their next meal but maybe it's just our culture, to **** maybe these seeds of hope will save me from this desolate land grant me a benevolent man so I plant my seeds again
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC
seeds of hope
Water the Greenhouse Water the plants on the deck. Walk Autumn Moon. Salutation to the Sun Yoga on the deck Prayers Angel of Air Reading & Study with Ken Sipping herbals & he, his coffee. Pick up. Moving the living room furniture Rearranging. Sweeping. Mopping. Clean the kennel. Fresh bedding for Autumn. A break for Sevenfold Peace in the sunshine. Listening to the Holy Stream of Sound. Playing with Autumn. Laughing with Ken. Continuing with rearranging & cleaning Done! Another break With Ken, Autumn & Habibie By the firepit in front of the shop. Auti chasing water up and down and around. Walk to Alli's, talk and pick up the key. Cut broccoli, cabbage, carrots, & kale Add a few pods of peas Drizzle poppy seed dressing. Two bowls with 1/2 cup of rolled oats each Add cinnamon. Taking a teaspoon Half full with honey. Dipping it into the center of the oats Pouring boiling water over the honey. Into the oats. Stirring and stirring Watching the cinnamon spirals Mix into the sweet porridge. Small cacao chips, sunflower seeds A few raisins Sprinkled as garnish. Eating together Smallville, playing with Autumn Habibie resting near by. She maybe carrying kittens. Too early to tell. Tired. Good night. Sleep. 2:30 am. Ken up watching a movie on is phone. My, my, how times have changed. Return to bed. Writing, writing, writing….now it is done.
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May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
Flowing Movement
A stew of slow cookers sit simmering slowly brewing a communal stock, seaping steam and aromas which speak a seductive welcome from doorstep to table and whisper a warm, rich reassurance that this is home
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
A stew
the yearling roasted on the spit its drippings crackled the fire huddled in a smoky closed space family with a neighbour, or two bags packed, shoes on, ready to go the meat carefully carved its skeleton intact, unbroken with endives rolled in flatbread unleavened as we had no time meal's remains destroyed in the fire we're ready to leave at any moment from where we're born and always lived to a place known only from ancient tales outside, shrieks and wails, of horror and utter terror inside, goosebumped, hair standing, we waited, in silence
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Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
outside and inside
how am I supposed to love life? when every beautiful thing reminds me of you when nature brings me back to you when all the lovely songs shape a picture of you and me when every hot meal hugs me in your warmth when every sip of wine is as intoxicating as your eyes when every good thing in my life reminds me of how good we were together
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
everything good is you
As she walks down the road, She must be every man's dream. They all want a taste of her. Am I greedy to want the whole meal? The contours her body showed, Every curve and edge in a perfect seam. Not forgetting the locks in her curled hair. Am I greedy to want the whole meal? From her lips melodies flowed, Guarded by perfectly interlocked teeth that gleam. Her little brown eyes luring me to her lair Am I greedy to want the whole meal?
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
Whole Meal
And he told me: Burn the soup with you It is a privilege that no one else has ...
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
This little things
From the womb of Coronavirus, Comes the birth of a new human with a noble cause, a new purpose, a Renewed vision, and a new mentality, one that: Listens to cries of the people, and lift their spirits. Sheds tears over the innocent lives claimed. Values close family ties, friendship, and recites a wishful prayer to Alleviate the suffering of distressed souls. Protects the elderly, takes care of their neighbor, shares meals with the Hungry, and renders services to others, expecting nothing in return. The birth of a new human, Who thinks, breathes, speaks and acts with kindness , Who’s molded from humility, With a mind full of reflection, and a Soft heart encompassed with love! Hussein Dekmak
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
The Birth of a New Human Being
As the world seeps in pain And the wounds blind us I invite you, O beloved Let’s meet at the dinner table again We have a lot to speak But first, you need to be fed a home-made meal
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Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
Home-made meal
I recently cooked a meal to eat one night and was surprised that it turned out right. It didn't need many ingredients to add for which I was thankful and very glad. It provided nourishment to curb my hunger that was then starting to sound like thunder for my stomach was beginning to rumble and the time getting late for me to grumble. In particular like those who often go to sleep on an empty stomach or unwanted fast keep. It would seem as if they were avoiding crime depending on their own situation at the time. Many people keep a strict discipline with food and by doing so enhance their own mood. It has been said “one becomes what they eat' which in turn will reflect on their life's feat. ____________________
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
Home Cooking
Soaring through the clouds The hawk observes his next meal Dropping in to dine Brian Hill - 2019 # 325
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
Dinner - Haiku
let's put some toys in it! kids, they love gimmicks and a flyer depicting heroes so after parents bought the first one: the kid wants all; ain't that some fun? by the way: i thirst for more: can never sling too much money
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Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
A Happy Meal
I don't have an eating disorder But I eat one meal a day I don't have an eating disorder But I cant eat more than 700 calories a day I don't have an eating disorder But I have to skateboard at least 5 hours a day I don't have an eating disorder But If I don't know how many calories is in something I can't eat it
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Don't have an eating disorder