"foodstuffs" poems
On whether technology has influenced the seeming rise in mental health issues: The concept of technology as separate than Nature is impossible to pin down, but to say that a lifetime of social pressures, advertising, television, and processed and genetically altered foodstuffs would not affect what the brain is used to, and what is was designed to do, is a non sequitur. Certainly an entirely separate set of influences also had negative consequences in the brains' of pre-man, but these were not of his own making, as he still lived in an organic environment, and therefore wasn't a part of the "feedback loop" we have going on with humans becoming the products of a man-made environment (one of the only things that sets us apart from most the animal kingdom). Either way, whatever you're doing you're getting better at it, so with the increase in time spent on the web and watching TV we are increasingly better at watching other people - being passive, non-accountable, constantly comparative and self-obsessed, impotent in light of the mass of information constantly flooding towards you - which the brain was not originally intended for. This seems obvious. So the fact that some people have things like crippling anxiety and OCD, or develop anti-social disorders and the like, seems like a logical result produced by a system (the brain) presented with new and inorganic conditions. On top of that, being a non-douche is naturally and evolutionarily based because it increases the likelihood that others will want to chilll'n'stuff and help you when you need it, but when transposed onto a crowded, fast-paced modernity it twists into something like flattery and competition to appear the most altruistic.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
Little did I know, that one day,
Oh you, dark stranger would whisk me away,
Away from a world, I once took for granted.
Depriving me of the things that I valued,
Most dearly..Most devoutly...
O, dark stranger!
Why, O why...
Did you inevitably have to make me appreciate,
The fact that life is precious and far too short,
And that I could die tomorrow..?
Just what satisfaction do you get,
In making me cherish,
Every minute that He gives us?
In bereaving me of,
The gift of laughter..that is priceless?
Before you attacked me in the shadows,
I had not a clue that
This life was a treasure chest,
Rich in diamonds and gemstones of all sorts,
Or perhaps that it will be snuffed out and finished.
Unbeknownst to me,
Precisely how vulnerable and elusive,
For the misconduct of a handful of cells,
Could change my life so profoundly,
That happiness plays like a sad note.
Bounded to my bed,
Never shall I forget how you pinned me down.
Shut off in the small world of my own,
Unable to help, to meet or to work with
Break out, be of importance, perform marvels for God almighty.
You ponder how people can rejuvenate,
Or gather close to you.
Sympathy, inspiration, foodstuffs together with prayer,
Refreshing menu from the small yard,
Encompassed by care and attention.
What potency lay within me,
Reserve of power
Just been released just as much as I require,
To acquire in the battle,
Against you, dark stranger.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
Strange spells wafted
through the marketplace,
a mixture of sweat,
manure & spices,
it was too weird.
The shopkeepers seemed edgy,
their black eyes darted
around like water bugs
driving hovercrafts.
A baker sold
outdated batteries
& fixed junk cars.
There were jars
of unknown
foodstuffs
behind the counter.
I wasn't buying ****
just looking around
without making sounds,
Jesus, it was rough.
Bootleg DVD's
were piled sky high
at many of the shops,
along with the Pop CD's.
A burqa'd woman crouched
in an alleyway.
I'm still not sure
what she was doing,
but it didn't look right.
I swear to God,
I'd have never visited this
bizarre bizaar
if it wasn't for this fight,
the war on terror.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
I
creeping up slowly through the dew
dirt and grit stuck to a slimed back
trailing off into the pre-dawn purple
pink elastic head pushes forth
exploring new territory for foodstuffs
on a chilly morn
near a dilapidated barn
greying wood darkened
both by the time of day
and the coating of early morning moisture
stretching out and doing
a masterful accordion impression
the tiny flesh-colored soldier
presses on so as to eat
before the sun finds and cooks him
II
still wet, a brown milk cow travels slowly
bell clangs randomly
as if the uneven ground were sheet music
and her hooves the fingers of Bach
long lolling tongue stretches forth
to clean away nostril debris
and reposition yesterday’s cud
one large eye scans the farmhouse door
looking for a light or signs of life
as the daily fest arrives
with each breaking day
a low bawl escapes her mush filled mouth
an attempt to signal as the sun cometh
III
upon a post a small finch lights
without fanfare or announcement
a song bursts forth
filling the quiet valley with whistles
followed by chirps and tweets
the greeting is returned by a thrush
hiding in the brambles
soon a chorus erupts to greet the sunshine
and express gratefulness for another
beginning
bouncing down and fishing a twig
the little finch, proud of her concert
returns to the job
nests do not build themselves
and the young will come in short order
mashing the twig
into a muddy slot
and stamping it perfectly into place
eyes cast across the meadow
seeking flying insects unaware…
breakfast at the farm takes many forms
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
Temple of Artemis;
Steal the cheese,
But remember
It isn't free!
For Artemis is always hunting!
Hunger.
But who puts out the dairy?
Wisdom.
For the kid who doesn't
Feel the need to thieve.
For the outsider of the pack;
For who wanders back
Carrying foodstuffs
They foraged,
They collected.
This is a leader.
"For why did you not steal, coward?!"
"I am not cowardly."
"Not fit then, lackey!?"
"I can lift, I can run."
"Then what was it?"
"The others couldn't."
"Your kind then, eh?!
You're kind then, eh!?"
"I'm good
As long as 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥."
It is for the stranger of the temple
Who is no stranger to the temple!
One who cares for the altars, one & all.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
elegance and grace
forever personified
in delicate and absentminded movements
the soft features
of her Greek goddess face
carved from marble and polished perfection
smooth and supple
sending me staggering
her voice travels on rarified air currents
cast by endangered butterflies
but only when they flutter for love and procreation
never just the hunting and gathering wind…
sipping nectar through my eyes
the only foodstuffs which have the ability to sustain
laying cradled by her love
I feel safe, cocooned,
and forever hers –
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
hearing footfalls
pattering on faux hardwood
quickly moving
from this room to that
seeking, endlessly
a small discarded morsel
or tidbit of foodstuffs
to gobble recklessly –
wet black nose searches,
snorting and sneezing
while surveying the scene
momentary pause
as the slightest crumb
comes to light
large pink wet tongue
scoops the prey into the waiting jaws –
nails against the linoleum
scurrying paws clatter
loud slurps from a bucket
and the crunchy rustle
of kibble in a tin dish
plopping down, flattened dog bed
one last sniff of the air
before laying a big head down
and trying to get some rest
before the next round –
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
~
Heat mirage on sandy soil
disintegrating cirrus left from the cool night
skittering horn toad flattens to hiss before
leaving the sunbaked earth
for shadowed hollow protections.
Large red-bottomed fire ants
carry back to a simple hole cuttings of magpie
they store foodstuffs for the hard months ahead
while cleaning the land of rotting bodies.
Hollow bones stripped of flesh
begin to bleach and crack
stiff winds pile feldspar and quartz along the western edge
of a bird long free from nest building and chick rearing.
Only a passing coyote gives the magpie body a second thought
before turning west towards dancing foothills. /
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
Some create life via conception,
but I create myself
every day with underpriced filter cigars,
McDonald’s foodstuffs, &
the “healing power” of “These 10 Weird Rocks”
It’s quaint.
how some things throb behind my eyes
& terrorize me even when
I have no reason
to feel anything
but, that’s human.
To experience without conceiving,
to know is mythical.
you are organizing yourselves as if you’re important
,
I wish.
If i was important, the world would move,
and I would move with
it, out of this
broken leather chair
covered in stains
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
above named orthodontist
crowned specialist
exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition
of me daughter – shana – who had
quite noticeable gapped teeth –
just the opposite when i was a lad
and pro bono courtesy
of above named orthodontist –
worthy of a regal pad
(okay perhaps i exaggerate just a tad)
performed prestigious dental skill with her band
of admirable merry technicians,
who possess grand
ever so agile and gentle
to affix and/or adjust with each hand
after countless visits
viz number of years shifted closed spaces
re: wide spaces did stand
brackets wired together where
squarely rooted choppers stood askew
the completed effect = a priceless smile
tooth thy punim – a beau
tee full young lady (this comment
unbiased from me – math a ewe)
biological father of thine lass in question,
where time flew
while transformation
her dazzling smile grew
a changed ****** profile –
admirable how maxillary masters did hue
artfulness to align mastication via calculus
sans perfecting her bite they knew
thus this papa feels ever so thankful
for prettifying mine offspring
with courtesy service per each appointment
thee progeny i did bring
no matter that brackets broke loose –
yes in some cases from chew wing
gum or eating hard foodstuffs - fear of a skull ding
never occurred, whereby
anticipatory anxiety expended 4 naught ting
mortis rigors of extraction,
x-rays affecting dental precision
would be impossible without the decision
for the supreme doctor –
who owned a schooled vision
to envision
vis a vis what provision
and necessary measures
to manipulate dentition
toward per mission
whereby maybe a minor revision
made to witness brilliant
megawatt smile giving admission
of heightened sunny disposition
primed to embark on successful
lip smacking dating expedition
anointing shana aubrey harris –
who completed the biting inquisition.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
We all enjoy the various flavors of food
They all put us in a positive mood
Endless possibilities you can create,
Ending up on a large dinner plate
Think about your favorite dish
Do you please it? Make a wish,
A succulent, savory juicy steak
Or a rich, real chocolate chip cookie cake
Food is a force
We are drawn toward
Consuming, it will propel us forward
Red, yellow, blue, or green
Colors of all, can be vibrantly seen
My tastebuds excited,
To taste this here cuisine
The sweetness of sugar
The salty taste of French fries
Waiting
Ding! Dinner is done!
Feasting, is the prize
Sweet, sour, salty, savory
Favors unto our world
Metallic-ness, mintiness, fats, and piquancy,
A power as influential as gold.
Lemons and limes give less a good feel
Just add sugar in the drink for instantaneous flavor heal
Meat and more give nutritional balance
To a supper of veggies and many talents
A complete meal needs much, much more
A gargantuan turkey and some sweet potatoes are the core
The gravy train is leaving the station
So hustle up before it leaves the nation
Every day a different experience
Same tastes, but the qualia makes the difference
But soon it all tastes the same
The gravy train has stopped at the same place it came
It is time for a delightful, dessertful trip
Of a cinnamon flavored apple pie spaceship
Soaring in space, many new colors
For each one, a new flavor, we’ll intersect
In the distance, the ship of another's subject
An unidentified flavorful object
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
A thousand things, frankly. After that, while tempted with the thought of picking out Mr. Mouse by his long tail, I left him to scramble while choosing what I needed, and he proved he could jump straight up and out, saving me the trouble.
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Rain pours like t'would be sweet to bide fr'intents
Safe tucked awa' indoors. I maunt avail
Me, sadly, yet what after that detail?
How Grampa's fruitcake's fin'lly baking hence,
My cousin liking that suggestion, whence
I had to make this treat, as if twas bail
For her, the fun we've planned, if Thou will't, frail
As lo, the wreck of mine, tomorrow's sense.
A mouse. An actual grey, live, fluffy fer
The chill, erm: mouse. He's in my food like to
Partake is thus allowed, out on in tour
My deck, until I come, that is. In poor
'Scuse, now he's had some mango, left tae rue
His feast now I want foodstuffs. Jump as t'were
Three feet straight up and I'm left with the view.
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC