Welcome to the feast
We all come here for the hunger
Come and take a seat a while
Lets talk of friends
Lets talk of style


Elizabeth Squires
She is one to admire
Connecting the dots
So that love may transpire

Kim Johanna Baker
By God’s blessings and grace
Makes this portal
A magical welcoming place

Then there’s Temporal Fugue
Who’s magic awakens
With his humour
Much of my time he has taken

TSPoetry is a royalty
With his noble voice honours me
How much sense that I make
From the words that you’ve choiced

Donna Jones
The three line queen
Pure joy through her literature
Now I’m forever dreaming Haikus

Ouise Godsent Abode
He knows
With five lines he unravels
Then tickles your bones

z-blossom your stanzas
Are so pleasing to the eye
How the vivid words ring
To my ears as sublime

CGY Your haikus
They have blown my mind
To collide with Benji’s
Beautifully long, flowing write

Ghostwriter and Mykayla shea
Even though I rarely see ye
I’ve read through most your poetry
And hope that there’s loads more to read!

As for Clark Dave Hitchens
I just read him in my kitchen
This way I found a witty rhyme
But not to undermine his brilliance

Janae you are on it
Red Flag, Daydream,
Magic Kiss, Invisibility,
Brain *****

Vlassis I will quote you
When I need to charm a woman
Otherwordly Wanderer
When some hope I need to summon

God bless to Tyler Mathews
He is posting every day
I hope the universe conspires
For us to carry on that way!

To learn of freeform prose I can
Take a scroll to SR Millan
And if I want a treat dessert
Ellie Graves has tonnes and tonnes of work!

Zhanuary Arielle
So much passion your words tell
I feel I understand them
Natural imagery does us well!

Marie James Alexander
I pandered to the thought of you
When I put Ramen in my soup
I chuckle at some words you choose

Daniel Steven Moskowitz
Your poetry endless
Your writing is phenomenal
Your arguments relentless

Camiliamhd I wish that I
Could read what you are saying
When I read your pretty poetry
I feel like I am praying!

Vanessa Gonzales
She has got the attitude
With Fredrick Njoroge block style
They push onto higher altitudes!

Kesha You have peirced me
With your double barrel stanzas
I had to go read SoulSurvivor
To practice on my Mantras

Now that the round is over
It is time for us to feast
I thought that I'd invite you
So that we'd have a chance to meet

Thank you all for being
Thank you all for caring
Thank you all for sharing
Thank you all for reading

<3

And ever since that dark Wednesday
Your kiss is flat and empty
Maybe you'll never be coming back
Maybe you'll never come to save me

I am constantly reminded of you sourly-choiced absense
And I will not forget
The feeling I would get with one kiss

And every night
And every day
I dream about our past
Why can't these demons let me go to sleep?
Why can't you come back to save me?

So many Patties fry for your Reward,
Still puffed under knead their Dough tries to bite
But what of Taste, if consider the Hoard
Forget this Flavour by Hunger incite?
Yes. Food. The regular Consumptory
Hidden in that hose which you call a throat
How far would you reach? At times compulsory
Lick choiced Branches whilst the Fruits will gloat
As for me will my Basket's market spend
As soon as the rains wash my raisins quench
For Assurance thereout; Another Thief lend
Networked my Returns; Then bathed in my Stench.
Fine. If that be the Course of how you Play
Go eat your Patties. And have a Great Day.

well... to counter the leftists' dietary requirements...
bugs and all... simba: timone & pumba:
slimey... yet satisfying...
wouldn't it be necessary...
to first teach the "high i.q." conservatives...
the necessity of celebrating the entire hooved animal?
or the chicken - frankly it's not enough
to only eat chicken protein...
one also needs to have a taste for the hearts
and the stomachs...
mein gott: pork livers!
liver with well curated onions...
you really need to experience the tenderness
of the meat of a poached chicken's neck...
what about how the baltic countries prepare
herrings? raw? in a cream and dill sauce...
add some gherkins and some...
the baltic sushi / tartar...
feed the ******* a tartar steak...
the same disgust will arrive: if not less...
should they eat... deep-friend cockroaches...
a steak tartar... what left vs/ right paradigm "shift"?
what about eating haggis?
or blood sausage?
what about eating cow intestines?
what about... the pride of new york:
deep fried pig's ears in breadcrumbs?
only when the entire pig is eaten...
will there be a counter argument...
a spiked resurgence of... sales in broccoli...
pâté... raw herrings...
marrow... until the pig is glorified
and nothing can be left to eat apart from the oink...
because my my: who delights in eating...
***** - the scavengers: the necrophyliacs?
insects contra... oysters...
i had a hard time convincing myself that
island dwelling people weren't disgusting...
eating ****** ***** metaphors of: fruits
of the sea - as the inland folk call them...
what's the difference between a deed-fried grasshopper...
and an oyster eaten alive via the guillotine slurp?

you really don't want to over-cook the internal organs...
and what's so wrong with rare steaks -
what's wrong with a steak tartar?
the i.q. of the vesterners says:
no black no irish: dogs allowed...
dogs mao chin sheen most allowed...
fwy cookie blood and butter cowcow cook-e!

all in all: a fetish for fungus...
we have a fetish for fungus...
and we eat blue cheese...
a microcosm of... prior to insects...
the bacteria...
and prior to that? apparently frying
a placenta is: good news!
next thing you know... tapeworms on the menu!

oh but i'm hardly worried about people
eating insects...
i'm more worried about the people in my vicinity
that need to be fed solid protein... chunks...
because they find eating the tender bits...
the pork livers, the chicken hearts...
the chicken stomachs...
to be... something akin to "below them"...
i wouldn't start by shaming the insect barons
of said menus...
i'd begin with shaming the people
in the vicinity...

oysters: slurping out a choiced **** out
of poseidon's harem...
fruit of the seas... yeah...
up in scotland they deep fry a slice of pizza
and a mars chocolate bar if you're
knowledged in that sort of a culinary cult...
tier: three tiers below the actually lovely:
haggis neeps 'n' tatties...
and the rainbow trouts...

even the pigs would snort out:
man-food... not pig-food...
man-food...
as in that famous scene in hannibal
or: ****** - when bricktop...
the pigs will eat...
by high western i.q. standards...
i'm starting to "think" that eating insects is
a tier below... cannibalism...
i still don't know why i succumbed
to the traditions of island dwelling folk
of eating... mollusks of the sea...
insects and: all the added crunch of
the ribs being intact... sardines...
or... smoked sprats...
heads eyes and bones and tails and all...
i'm dying for that culinary fetish
of... and they called the last barbarian affair
of europe - the faroe islands' grindadráp:
the shame - the: look east... toward
beijing...
"bat soup galore" - funny little ****-****
bomb - lucky us... no knives!

not prior to a season when the entire
pig is appreciated...
or the entire chicken...
not just the bland cheap *** kosher proteins...
as in: in no defence...
but... what delights are people missing...
no amount of scampi will save them...
perhaps just about enough:
steak and kidney pies...
but even then... not enough!

a critique of the insect eaters is...
my critique of the non-liver eaters of the west...
simple...
oysters are and always will remain:
Midway - along with the rest of Poseidon's Eden...
so i wonder... which was the forbidden fruit
of the oceans? what weren't we allowed
to eat from the ocean?

clearly apples and pork - since the two compliment
each other, oh so ******* well...
tell me: imam... rabbi...
what's the fruit of the sea - the forbidden fruit?
is it the oyster?
ha ha... the idiotic death of a monotheism
upon a canvas of the beijing omnivores...
camel jockeys galore!

what's he saying
what's he saying
you don't get it do you
digging graves deeper
never six feet but thirteen now
costs of conversation ever steeper
how is it that every time you speak together
it becomes a shrieking endeavour
when will you stop
when will you stop
when did you stop
loving each other

what's she saying
what's she saying
why's she saying that to him
he tried to help
to please to pleasure
but nothing fits her standards
as she sits higher than her own slandered answers
she says she loves him

what's he saying
what's he saying
what he's saying
is he's done and through
with you
and your degrading ways
the price to pay for abusing stays
but he will not stay with it

he will stop the cinic
when the cinic will not stop herself
or stop listening at least
might miss the ring on his finger
but never in his ears
here's to bold-choiced new-life filled of tears
with years of shut in living
she said she loved him
but if she ever listened to what he was saying
she'd know how
what he's saying
is hopes for best
but goodbyes for now

imagine any Chopin...
well Chopin might just have stopped
the impromptu barrage
of jazz...
bill evans - portrait in jazz (1960 Album)...
but a Satie?
but a Debussy?
oh, mein, gott!

john debney: the aramaic
and the music brings me to tears...
i know i know it's a mel gibson
fetish fest...

it's either bill evans or it's
sonny clark...
and there are those
who: putting it lightly...
have some gravestone grief
over what michael
hutchence did on
the loose abstract of the noose...

not my "thing"...
at least jazz allows
the soloist pianist...
the crescendo...
the bass player
the sax sexed-up whizz...
no alto please no alto:
trumpet!
and we're all right in bingo...
rolling besides there's
this grand spectacle known
as the Niagara...
and it's neither Niger nor Nigeria
nor Bulgaria nor:
oh... right you are sir...
******... we will need
this excess on the rubber-ball
bounce severely excused via
Broadmoor "ltd. esp. if your name
is not peaches,
or jackie o lem(m)on"...

mr. bananNa to you:
heathen disbeliever!
the joke reaches its conclusion
when all the people laughing at it...
are somehow: dead...

it was such a dandy place to hive...
abrupt when the bass...
did its solo:
and it was this higher tier
of the plucked cello...
this rembrandt of the 20th century
moving some distance:
toward a "forward"...

this would most certainly require
the most bleak defence for all
this creative bulldozer...
an auschwitz to be certain...
some germno-esque
and a Vienna limitation...
a mongolian gold-hoarding...
the mongols that remained
in europe... and called themselves
tartars, and this the neu-crimea...
and this lesser love circumstance
of the London dating scene...

my always reserved
and my always "missing" / otherwise
sub-plot jazzy London of
an elsewhere...
bill evans handshakes a cousin IT
of a chopin and the world is allowed
to spiral out of control...

jazz on piano and rain is cascade...
what is felt and what is not composed
for the advent XIII...
raindrops on the forest floor...
raindrops on the begging
frank sinatra...
raindrops of tinsel and some will
have to propose...
when leisure was a synonym of leather...

disorientating piano...
jazz piano...
give me the trumpet and let's forgive
the alto sax...
to each hell his hounds!
to borrow, to beg...
to growl and to scuff!

to each hell his mercenaries of choiced
hounds!
blood-thirty cherubs of ****-mongrel
hinter of cerberus: standing before
the log indigestion of the fore!

this angelic face and the woman
to come!
to have to have "innonce" being
whispered in my ear...
as nothing more than:
**** this Jezebel while you might...
it's not more a metaphor...
when what's gagging is
to also to be applied for: minus literally...
wholy within the confines
of the dostraught metaphor.

as does the jasmine...
the flower prospect matches
the beauty of the genitals...
but sure as ****...
it doesn't match up to the face!
the face is a schizophrenic's nightmare...
the flower is the genitals
of that i am most assured...
but the face?
"androgynous"... sorry...
what's that? "cute"?!