#meals
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
Four meals arrive, each one a delight,
First, sweet ginger tofu, gentle and light,
Tender whispers wrapped in flavors so kind,
Nurturing warmth, a love intertwined.
Next, the fire, bold and ablaze,
A meal full of passion, igniting the days,
Spicy and fierce, it crackles with might,
A reminder of strength, a dance in the night.
Then comes the coconut milk, cool and fresh,
A soothing embrace, like a soft, summer mesh,
Refreshing and light, it flows like a breeze,
A taste of the calm in the warm evening’s ease.
Lastly, sweet bread from family’s hand,
A slice of home where warmth takes its stand,
Golden and soft, like a sweet night’s embrace,
In every bite, love finds its place.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 7:08 AM UTC
A proteles cristata
prepared
not grasshopper
for a meal
it is a
care given
and
merciful granting
to dwell
in
it's belly
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
We should cook meals together
I know this food will taste good
Let’s experiment up in the kitchen babe
Get the ingredients & turn on the stove babe
We should cook meals together
Turn on the stove
Making breakfast:
Pancakes, Bacon, Eggs, with some French Toast.
This is the vibe that I bring.
This is not just a fling, I’m trying to eat with you.
I’m trying to eat with you.
Cooking meals, cuddles in bed
Drinking wine, watching cartoons like "Tom & Jerry".
Tell you- “Good morning, love”
Kissing your cheeks & forehead.
And tomorrow, we an redo this again.
Where we wake up in the morning
Place you on counter
**** naked, cooking eggs.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
Sundayish
with sun on us
remembered dishes
passed from smile hand
to hand
The love does not diminish,
immutable,
like all the good stuff
I’ll hold mine in reserve
for every one of you I miss
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC
To count upon my woe
and prostrate myself at your command
Lips ruminate the words
The powdered skin of slushy snow
And is he only man
With passions gone of last I heard
To all the moments never known
The last of which would fell the ******
Though mortal sighs were solemn dirge
Anticipate the breaths you blow
Inside the shaking grip of hands
Clasps the sudden, hidden urge
To count upon my thoughtless woe,
The last of which would raze the land.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
I can make cake
make smiles
happiness too
I can make meals
heart beats
I can make love
I can make drinks
laundry
and poetry
but I can't
make you
love
me
&
It's
OK
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
#Two hours with pay
To roam around town
Anything, to get away
This cube paints my frown
I used to do it just to get away
But now I am not so sure
Now I take,
No I mean volunteer,
My day
The one moment I can savour
Never thought pleasure would come
By giving a helping hand
Never thought a smile would be from
Helping those that life has left astrand
I travel the town for miles
Deliver the weekly meals
Return to work with a genuine smile
A frown, upside down, now heals
Well at least for a little while.#
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Is talking a normal thing
families do at meals?
Is there something more to bring
Other than knives and forks and silence?
And does that silence often reveal
Something along the lines of defiance?
As we clear our plate
We talk of null
Only what we must restate
And once we sit a quiet fills
every seat of the table
No words left and so silence overfills
We sit and eat
Yet silence always feels like a threat
I must wave defeat
With a white flag of surrender
But can one do as much to forget
To not cry or even faltar?
Because when you dare
to speak aloud
to let words grace the air
You are only met with the feeling
That your words are not to be avowed
They are only meant for nothing
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
The sun rises and wakes a morning yearning
Like corporate cattle cows to slaughter, we leave to earn our meals
The sun is now at its highest we eat, but our ears are burning
Whilst blunt babbling bosses bellow orders, to feed egotistical wheels
The sun is setting now, we crave our sleep, we're yawning
But lengthy long logs and lists amount, as time it likes to steal
We are now at our twilight, and the cracks are finally showing
Whilst our plundering pirate pathetic leaders, go eat their gluttonous meals.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
Eating together is bonding
but I can only manage half
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
How could she do that to herself.
her collarbones almost popping out of her skin
because she is a skeleton already
her ribcage a tally of the meals she has skipped
one, two, three, four, too many to count
her hipbones protrude like shards of glass
shattered like her self esteem
thighs that no longer touch
calves miles apart
gaps on her body
gaps between meals
her head is a mixed up land
with broken mirrors all around
her friend ana reflected in the shards
she is so familiar with these eating habits they have a name
ana ana ana ana ana
runs through her brain
the calorie counter in her head runs
is an apple worth it anymore?
skip dinner
wake up thinner
pretty girls do not eat.
her body is brittle
she looks like she could break with a touch
but she is already broken inside
the fight is over
she knows it too
she is fading away.
how could i do this to myself.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
I have no voice,
**Because I have been vomiting up pills each and every morning,
getting into my old anna habits you may say,**
I don't wanna live on an ADHD diet,
**the pills **** with me,
I'm 174.0lb please,**
*I am a little heavy,
but it's to the point where,*
I was 220,
and I could barely breath,
when I had a panic attack,
so my mom is helping me lose weight,
but pills that make me starve myself,
are ones I wanna do without,
**so I ***** each day before I eat,**
after I consume the pills,
because she won't let me get off them,
you think im crazy,
but I've lost my weight the way I wanted to,
*changed my eating styles,
getting rid of the junk food,*
eating healthy,
trying to get over some of my sensory issues,
**without having to take a ******* ADHD pill for the last month,**
*I've lost more weight doing that,
then skipping a meal because I had no hunger,
due to medication,*
But I'm being healthy about it,
But I'm also not,
because I told you,
*I ***** my pills everyday,*
so I'm losing my voice,
like I did,
In my elementary school days,
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC