#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.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:38 AM UTC
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~
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
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
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
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
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
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!
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
.
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 !)
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 9:39 PM UTC
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...
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC
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?
Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 8:35 AM UTC
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
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC
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.
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
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
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
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
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
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
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
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?
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
And he told me:
Burn the soup with you
It is a privilege that no one else has ...
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
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
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
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
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
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
Soaring through the clouds
The hawk observes his next meal
Dropping in to dine
Brian Hill - 2019 # 325
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
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
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
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
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC