"gastronomy" poems - Hello Poetry

Of anger, hate, greed and Pride which is a greater folly Anger for sure will make you burn and cause distress or death to the other. Hate surrogate of anger, more overt and consuming but a child of anger. Greed seems to have nothing to do with the above two but breeds anger and hate towards all that thwart the insatiable fire of greed. As there is not anything that can fulfill the gastronomy of greed. Pride though looks pretty and makes one perky takes the pride of place in destroying all possibilities of human kind. As it is the pride that sets one upon a perch that deceives Reality. A perch that makes unreal real and the Truth into Untruth Anger, hate and greed need the theater of Pride to play. Pride is a crown of thorns that makes one perceive even pain as pleasure. Pride is the Maya, the delusion of life. Refinement of ignorance Is not Enlightenment.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC

vamsi-sai-mohan

peril of pride

Of anger, hate, greed and Pride which is a greater folly Anger for sure will make you burn and cause distress or death to the other. Hate surrogate of anger, more overt and consuming but a child of anger. Greed seems to have nothing to do with the above two but breeds anger and hate towards all that thwart the insatiable fire of greed. As there is not anything that can fulfill the gastronomy of greed. Pride though looks pretty and makes one perky takes the pride of place in destroying all possibilities of human kind. As it is the pride that sets one upon a perch that deceives Reality. A perch that makes unreal real and the Truth into Untruth Anger, hate and greed need the theater of Pride to play. Pride is a crown of thorns that makes one perceive even pain as pleasure. Pride is the Maya, the delusion of life. Refinement of ignorance Is not Enlightenment.

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I want to eat a tub of ice cream, Make folks wonder where it went; And gorge on so much junk I look just like the president! I want to slam three layer cakes Like they were made of air, And I get so stinking big You can see me everywhere! Eat, eat, eat until I'm perfectly round; Why bother walking when I can roll all around? Munch, munch, munch all day and all night; I'm going to be huge so there’s no need to fight. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chew a pizza or two; And a couple bags of chocolate chip cookies too! Triple cheese burger large fries and drink; Go get as full as a tick, don’t bother to think. You might as well accept it I want what I want all of the time And if I don’t get my way I consider that a personal crime. All you can eat joints feel like my own home; When I get done I'll be shaped like a dome! Buffalo wings for happy hour, maybe twenty And beer by the pitcher, I can drink plenty. Eat, eat, eat until I'm perfectly round; Why bother walking when I can roll all around? Munch, munch, munch all day and all night; I'm going to be huge so there’s no need to fight. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chew a pizza or two; And a couple bags of chocolate chip cookies too! Triple cheese burger large fries and drink; Go get as full as a tick, don’t bother to think. Don’t bother to lecture me on my gastronomy Sure, people are starving way far away. I am helping here at home with our economy And I'm doing it every day. Talking about starvation makes me want to Eat more than ever I did yeseterday, besides, So that kind of argument is just wasted on me Since I don’t find it all that wise!

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

GLUTTON, GLUTTON, WHO IS A GLUTTON?

I want to eat a tub of ice cream, Make folks wonder where it went; And gorge on so much junk I look just like the president! I want to slam three layer cakes Like they were made of air, And I get so stinking big You can see me everywhere! Eat, eat, eat until I'm perfectly round; Why bother walking when I can roll all around? Munch, munch, munch all day and all night; I'm going to be huge so there’s no need to fight. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chew a pizza or two; And a couple bags of chocolate chip cookies too! Triple cheese burger large fries and drink; Go get as full as a tick, don’t bother to think. You might as well accept it I want what I want all of the time And if I don’t get my way I consider that a personal crime. All you can eat joints feel like my own home; When I get done I'll be shaped like a dome! Buffalo wings for happy hour, maybe twenty And beer by the pitcher, I can drink plenty. Eat, eat, eat until I'm perfectly round; Why bother walking when I can roll all around? Munch, munch, munch all day and all night; I'm going to be huge so there’s no need to fight. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chew a pizza or two; And a couple bags of chocolate chip cookies too! Triple cheese burger large fries and drink; Go get as full as a tick, don’t bother to think. Don’t bother to lecture me on my gastronomy Sure, people are starving way far away. I am helping here at home with our economy And I'm doing it every day. Talking about starvation makes me want to Eat more than ever I did yeseterday, besides, So that kind of argument is just wasted on me Since I don’t find it all that wise!

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I don't eat no beef No **** no lamb no swine Only on the verdurous etch Doest I within my thine I dine I don't eat Jellie and sauces slick with ill Confounded with animal **** Nor powders and honeys dripping and grime Spent with the wretch of genocide's time I don't hunt for game or trophy **** I don't glorify **** or bile or swill I don't bow to the customs and conventions of now Now matter what serve of the demonic a sow I don't **** my brother or sister for food It's not blood on my hands that's reddened and hued So why take the life of an innocent babe? An animal born here of terrestrial habe? What for the taste of delicious a flesh? To accompany sauce Cantonese wan szech? Or is it to sate gastronomy? That bloodies the hands of you and me? That forces the carnivore? To act the ****** ***** And ***** an animal innocent and bright Is this self deified act requite? What do you proclaim to be? To ****** an animal's right to be? A god with insight and power so great? To forsake your right to heaven with hate? Or a devil or demon anon? To justify your sleepy murderous throng? Or merely a human who follows the lead? Of our common culture's bane banal creed? So what is it that drives you to the deed exact? To cut the throat of creatures in act? Are you saying that murders ok? And you'd enact this upon your own whether or may? If you could knock or whack a human for merely the taste of its flesh? And not because their discord did not mesh? With your idea of what justifies life? And end a being forever of strife? Is it ok for aliens to prey? Upon our earthen developments stay? And enslave our species to sate their gut? To fawn and feed and slupper and glut? Because they have a higher IQ? Or more dextrous fingers with which to hew? Are you sure you want to be an unthinking one? Of the masses maraud and to the deed done? As somnambulist reaching with a laden gun And end life forthwith no winner or won Unless you count dinner to the taste of your tongue Trained since a child to sing the song sung Of the glory of meat as to salivate and savour As if bowing to the idea of what will crave ya Haven't you ever heard of an acquired taste? Well couldn't we now apply this with grace?

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC

Beast

Veganism No#2: A contrivance

I don't eat no beef No **** no lamb no swine Only on the verdurous etch Doest I within my thine I dine I don't eat Jellie and sauces slick with ill Confounded with animal **** Nor powders and honeys dripping and grime Spent with the wretch of genocide's time I don't hunt for game or trophy **** I don't glorify **** or bile or swill I don't bow to the customs and conventions of now Now matter what serve of the demonic a sow I don't **** my brother or sister for food It's not blood on my hands that's reddened and hued So why take the life of an innocent babe? An animal born here of terrestrial habe? What for the taste of delicious a flesh? To accompany sauce Cantonese wan szech? Or is it to sate gastronomy? That bloodies the hands of you and me? That forces the carnivore? To act the ****** ***** And ***** an animal innocent and bright Is this self deified act requite? What do you proclaim to be? To ****** an animal's right to be? A god with insight and power so great? To forsake your right to heaven with hate? Or a devil or demon anon? To justify your sleepy murderous throng? Or merely a human who follows the lead? Of our common culture's bane banal creed? So what is it that drives you to the deed exact? To cut the throat of creatures in act? Are you saying that murders ok? And you'd enact this upon your own whether or may? If you could knock or whack a human for merely the taste of its flesh? And not because their discord did not mesh? With your idea of what justifies life? And end a being forever of strife? Is it ok for aliens to prey? Upon our earthen developments stay? And enslave our species to sate their gut? To fawn and feed and slupper and glut? Because they have a higher IQ? Or more dextrous fingers with which to hew? Are you sure you want to be an unthinking one? Of the masses maraud and to the deed done? As somnambulist reaching with a laden gun And end life forthwith no winner or won Unless you count dinner to the taste of your tongue Trained since a child to sing the song sung Of the glory of meat as to salivate and savour As if bowing to the idea of what will crave ya Haven't you ever heard of an acquired taste? Well couldn't we now apply this with grace?

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Two ninety-nine in hand can purchase Straight razor, cream and means To hide the relics of the human race Within trimmed hedges and metal gates Although nature’s Peter Principle Took man to somewhere new Various climes and unsteady minds Allowed life to break through Then contrary to our instincts In one morning’s moistened grass We see reflected what we could be As foreboding clouds float past The haggard beast within seeps virtue From holy soles and weary eyes With will to vanquish and to end you In order to avoid this banal strife His trash-sifting gastronomy Beyond your view and mine Contrasts with this frightful luxury In which we for adventure pine Though he’s the savage, king of Uruk Never you, much less me What he’s seen and what he’s been through Are what we strive to be

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Aug 10, 2010

Aug 10, 2010 at 11:21 PM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Enkidu

Two ninety-nine in hand can purchase Straight razor, cream and means To hide the relics of the human race Within trimmed hedges and metal gates Although nature’s Peter Principle Took man to somewhere new Various climes and unsteady minds Allowed life to break through Then contrary to our instincts In one morning’s moistened grass We see reflected what we could be As foreboding clouds float past The haggard beast within seeps virtue From holy soles and weary eyes With will to vanquish and to end you In order to avoid this banal strife His trash-sifting gastronomy Beyond your view and mine Contrasts with this frightful luxury In which we for adventure pine Though he’s the savage, king of Uruk Never you, much less me What he’s seen and what he’s been through Are what we strive to be

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An architect of tile and stone, mosaic played beautifully in natural colors of desert hues and corresponding twists of evergreens, Super-heated heavy iron, along sparks of arc that weld the mind to something infinite yet sublime, Pastels, blurring lines of what is real from what is seen, on canvas unrealized, Sculptured earthy clay resembling remembrances of more than simple glimpses set in stone, Artistry of gastronomy, purging old ideas and new-found taste to tease the discriminating palates of those inclined, Poets reading widows tears in pouring rain, outside well-lighted and closed laundro-mats in frigid airy nights, Waiting to be heard and yet unrecognized in blue-grey hoodies, Svelte voices and incantations that long for listening ears, Writers writing about journeys and destinations, each mile travelled and another respite upon their road, 'Poets, preists and politicians...their words are their ambitions', Maybe someday there will arise, a scientist, that will surmise, 'All is one and one is all', Then the bleats will not go unheard.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC

dm

Taos

An architect of tile and stone, mosaic played beautifully in natural colors of desert hues and corresponding twists of evergreens, Super-heated heavy iron, along sparks of arc that weld the mind to something infinite yet sublime, Pastels, blurring lines of what is real from what is seen, on canvas unrealized, Sculptured earthy clay resembling remembrances of more than simple glimpses set in stone, Artistry of gastronomy, purging old ideas and new-found taste to tease the discriminating palates of those inclined, Poets reading widows tears in pouring rain, outside well-lighted and closed laundro-mats in frigid airy nights, Waiting to be heard and yet unrecognized in blue-grey hoodies, Svelte voices and incantations that long for listening ears, Writers writing about journeys and destinations, each mile travelled and another respite upon their road, 'Poets, preists and politicians...their words are their ambitions', Maybe someday there will arise, a scientist, that will surmise, 'All is one and one is all', Then the bleats will not go unheard.

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Pleasure is the danger of art, Its culmunation often mischannelled. To lose oneself in art is pleasure But therein lies its frightening danger — To lose oneself and never come back.

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Jan 2, 2011

Jan 2, 2011 at 10:56 AM UTC

paul-rousselle

Gastronomy

Pleasure is the danger of art, Its culmunation often mischannelled. To lose oneself in art is pleasure But therein lies its frightening danger — To lose oneself and never come back.

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It's about anatomy. You might think, An atom, me? But that's not what I said. Astronomy is nothing to do with food nor gastronomy stars. We have. sat together in too many taverns and isms to get tangled up in the anatomical caves and the caverns within 'em. At sixteen I was rampant and now I'm almost dormant. A Zimmer frame by any other name is as heaven knows not only not a rose it's not a babe magnet either. I am driven by demons that hole up inside me, the joke that they see is me, but there are saints sent to guide me while the Vatican city sleeps.

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Drilling in Durban

It's about anatomy. You might think, An atom, me? But that's not what I said. Astronomy is nothing to do with food nor gastronomy stars. We have. sat together in too many taverns and isms to get tangled up in the anatomical caves and the caverns within 'em. At sixteen I was rampant and now I'm almost dormant. A Zimmer frame by any other name is as heaven knows not only not a rose it's not a babe magnet either. I am driven by demons that hole up inside me, the joke that they see is me, but there are saints sent to guide me while the Vatican city sleeps.

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*my my, ain't it June?! Juno, why have you given these poor people snowballs?! it's June and my central heating is on, it's close to 10 degrees Celsius, Bavaria is flooded, people embraced Einstein's relativity of the collapse of the = sign using a parabola, forgetting the basic Newtonian: cause & effect - the moment i coupled Socratic abhorrence of moral relativism, i took to dislike relativism kindred of: claustrophobia and agoraphobia... at some point Einstein's relativity equates space as time, rather than what Newton would suggest trans linear: algebraic squared, Newton still resides in cause & effect, space = ~space, given: 1 = millimetre, kilometre, and any other division... likewise with time... 20th century fashion being the perfect crop of quantum plagiarism, although in the 21st century the dance loop jumping between decades, back in the 20th century a linear expression, an evolution; quantum physics doesn't deal with linear excavations necessarily repeated, it's just repeats what is unnecessary. global warming and the mini ice age, June's here, Einstein too, Newton too, relatively speaking we're aether imprints... speaking via causality we're leaving a carbon footprint - well, **** me, two plus two... it's still scientific negativism, dietary requirements of modern man overshadowed all the scientific progresses in the field... never mind the cure for cancer! never mind that! as long as we can dress a diabetic in Lycra for bariatric surgery - never had i had i heard of such gastronomy, should it have been a pork chop smoked using zyklon B.* we are living in the age of scientific negativism, atheism a third limb and our existential concerns reduced to hamsters, calories and treadmills: the basis of all modern inquisitiveness / Aristotelian awe reduced to rubrics of dieticians rather than theologians: at least with the latter we could see the simple mind, hunched in prayer... with the former we are experiencing robots repeating the daily 2000 Kcal intake requirement for a flat stomach... honestly, i prefer the praying type, than the type regurgitating facts concerning their diet - at least the former state of affairs kept them shut up and mumbling, gesticulating a type of shadow boxing while befriending Jacob wrestling with an angel - at least that!

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Jun 2, 2016

Jun 2, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

modern scientific negativism

*my my, ain't it June?! Juno, why have you given these poor people snowballs?! it's June and my central heating is on, it's close to 10 degrees Celsius, Bavaria is flooded, people embraced Einstein's relativity of the collapse of the = sign using a parabola, forgetting the basic Newtonian: cause & effect - the moment i coupled Socratic abhorrence of moral relativism, i took to dislike relativism kindred of: claustrophobia and agoraphobia... at some point Einstein's relativity equates space as time, rather than what Newton would suggest trans linear: algebraic squared, Newton still resides in cause & effect, space = ~space, given: 1 = millimetre, kilometre, and any other division... likewise with time... 20th century fashion being the perfect crop of quantum plagiarism, although in the 21st century the dance loop jumping between decades, back in the 20th century a linear expression, an evolution; quantum physics doesn't deal with linear excavations necessarily repeated, it's just repeats what is unnecessary. global warming and the mini ice age, June's here, Einstein too, Newton too, relatively speaking we're aether imprints... speaking via causality we're leaving a carbon footprint - well, **** me, two plus two... it's still scientific negativism, dietary requirements of modern man overshadowed all the scientific progresses in the field... never mind the cure for cancer! never mind that! as long as we can dress a diabetic in Lycra for bariatric surgery - never had i had i heard of such gastronomy, should it have been a pork chop smoked using zyklon B.* we are living in the age of scientific negativism, atheism a third limb and our existential concerns reduced to hamsters, calories and treadmills: the basis of all modern inquisitiveness / Aristotelian awe reduced to rubrics of dieticians rather than theologians: at least with the latter we could see the simple mind, hunched in prayer... with the former we are experiencing robots repeating the daily 2000 Kcal intake requirement for a flat stomach... honestly, i prefer the praying type, than the type regurgitating facts concerning their diet - at least the former state of affairs kept them shut up and mumbling, gesticulating a type of shadow boxing while befriending Jacob wrestling with an angel - at least that!

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i love your versatility you pair as charitably as a free agent i want your bold bits and knobby ends on my tongue mid-conversation i like you soft or solidly jealous green or dark hibernation I admire your growth's autonomy with capacity for toleration i always cook it sloppily blinded by the destination i like to go for quantity when i'm feeling most impatient i know that it's an oddity to get off on steamed inflation i have considered that possibly it's just about my own temptation it's not worth the vagrant comedy to divulge that hot equation i'll cycle back to ecology since i don't want medication i can believe in botany and your scents of motivation i can't explain it audibly just that it's instant gratification i'm lucky that gastronomy is so easy with your engagement i think your critics are a monstrosity to the spirit of entertainment i don't think you need a recipe you're good fuzzy, chunked or shaven i'm a hungry wanton holly firmly stalked in imagination

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC

aranciolightning

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i love your versatility you pair as charitably as a free agent i want your bold bits and knobby ends on my tongue mid-conversation i like you soft or solidly jealous green or dark hibernation I admire your growth's autonomy with capacity for toleration i always cook it sloppily blinded by the destination i like to go for quantity when i'm feeling most impatient i know that it's an oddity to get off on steamed inflation i have considered that possibly it's just about my own temptation it's not worth the vagrant comedy to divulge that hot equation i'll cycle back to ecology since i don't want medication i can believe in botany and your scents of motivation i can't explain it audibly just that it's instant gratification i'm lucky that gastronomy is so easy with your engagement i think your critics are a monstrosity to the spirit of entertainment i don't think you need a recipe you're good fuzzy, chunked or shaven i'm a hungry wanton holly firmly stalked in imagination

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Love of food! Gastronomy- Focus? Gourmet cuisine, Foods imbued with life, Sensual, Multi- Cultural, Lavish, Holistic, Essential, Experiential, Food to live and die for! Simply, “Best food possible”

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Nov 11, 2019

Nov 11, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC

poetry2go

Love of Food

Love of food! Gastronomy- Focus? Gourmet cuisine, Foods imbued with life, Sensual, Multi- Cultural, Lavish, Holistic, Essential, Experiential, Food to live and die for! Simply, “Best food possible”

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