"plateful" poems
At the Buddha's birthday celebration,
I held my plateful of food
and sat down
at a table
with an odd man,
who said he was an engineer,
and that he
was looking around
for chicks,
so the Zen priest
pointed out
that he had
an enormous pile
of food
on two plates
in front of him,
and then
a young woman
sat down
at our table,
and he proceeded
to hit on her
by trying to impress her
with his intelligence,
and I wondered
if she might have been thinking,
"Who's this *******
but I kept my mouth shut.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
I am defeated
The day was dark grey
Cold and windy
Cemetery
Blue flapping tent
Ready to fall over
And the Preacher
Droning on and on
Today I am tired and hungry
Trying not to eat the junk
That my friends put in front of me
Grateful for the plateful
Two hundred and seventy pounds
And I just want to eat then fall sleep
Today I am defeated
Both sides find no reason
A killer left unindicted
The marginalized left enraged
Sets the stage for more violence
And violence begets violence
Today I am defeated
So it’s no surprise
That the poetry is uninspired
Rage and melancholy
Are like spiraling lovers
Dancing in and out
Of each other’s arms
Today I am defeated
All the kind words are needed
But they only lighten the load slightly
My chest still stings tightly
The tears still fall lightly
Maybe tomorrow will shine
A little more brightly
But I cannot say for certain
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Fusing the concepts of diction with the;
roll of a puuuup: ill container
no brainer; the new name
for all,, club bangers
the flocking flamers,
claiming they flow rain sick,
fake **** time to face it
like similes to basic
subject matter could use a face lift
I straight rip, jill jacking me off,
cant touch these bars, leading to E.R.
cough, cough; Hot sauce her eye, then fry
that back side, spliff lit
A big hit; leaves dome split
thoughts. . . drift
To higher places; perceive the cloudy spaces
between the jaded hate spit
peaceful protest; GRAVITY.. replace it
Aliteration altered asinine assumptions
Rhetoric to run with; supplying the dumb-shits
my cognition is "meta" there "fore";
fairest way is hitt'n
Needing a "fix"; I pop "pre"-scription
Sacred living's indifferent; no know's of his vision
Firing blindly; we're inquisitive middlemen
signing contracts binding
booking assurance of purpose
vexing questions perplex the messes
milk spilt are peoples guesses
nose tilt; angling obtuse,
obese, feeding upon, the bottom line
Most zealous of swine;
hideous and hateful, unable, ungrateful
better off as bacon plateful
The line is fine; The shade is grey
I'll ironically state,
suggestions to negate
your fate upon another's baseless psalms
or petty predictions of living on your palms
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
You must pay attention now please,
What I want is a full flavoured cheese.
It will not make me fat,
I will not believe that,
It will help all the joints in my knees.
Stroke my coat it is fluffy and sleek,
Do it well, and my knees will go weak,
Gently rubbing my spine,
Makes me feel so divine,
So much so, I could let out a squeak.
You have learnt how to treat every cat,
Be sure that you endeavour such that,
That cat will be grateful,
At every new plateful;
No more gifts will be left on your mat.
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 6:17 AM UTC
Empathetic approaches toward visible emotion implicating restriction due to poverty-stricken conditions
Individuals subconsciously cultivating humility through the aching; elucidating the difficulties of day-to-day intricacies
All these tangible commodities can leave you in poverty; give of yourself to those experiencing less fortunate circumstances to truly win the lottery
Today, I am grateful for a plateful; this flavorful life testifies while I sympathize.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
I am learning to appreciate the little things
Like waking up every morning and pouring a bowl of frosted mini wheats.
As my fat-free milk soaks every fiber of that shredded wheat; I am grateful to sit at the table where I can eat by the plateful.
I'm learning to appreciate the little things
Like when small drops of rain fall from the sky and land on the inside lenses of my glasses
and I have to take them off so I can wipe them clean. I look to see what remains to be seen but everything is just a blur, so I am thankful for those small drops of rain to remind me again that these things on my face I choose to ignore help me to see the beauty of life's ongoing shore.
I'm learning to appreciate the little things
Like coffee grounds and the water molecules that pass through them to brew me the perfect cup.
Or light switches, picture frames,
and carpet, batteries, paint,
and the local farmers market.
I appreciate sunshine and wind
and the small town in Oregon
called Bend (though I've only been there once, I appreciate its wonder).
I am learning to recognize the little things
The things that pass us by...the things that don't really need an explanation and are behind the motivation in our daily rotation.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
there are the love stories for the ages,
sweeping epics,
lasting legends,
tales immortalized in ink and song-
(- this is not a love story.)
this is the only beer i drink that night,
this is blue-streaked hair and beautiful eyes,
this is the mouth i want to kiss,
this is your plateful of truffle fries,
this is the sound of my name on your lips,
this is the embrace you wrap me in,
(this is me in a bar, down on my knees,
dear lord, forgive me, for i do sin)
(- this is a goodbye i can never say again.)
you were farewell from the very first hello,
broken heartbeats,
whispered longing,
ten minute love stories for the lost.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
A glassful of orange
And a plateful of eggs
Spiced up pepper
And the tang of chili
A room full of teens
And a wedding full of adults
Sweetened down candles
And the reeking nip of cake
Nostrils flaring
And watering mouths
Throats burning
And stomachs grumbling
People eat
And they can smell
The sweet, sweet shell
Of a rhubarb treat
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
light
this light casts a shadow on me,
one side,
one half,
but I am trapped between the light and the darkness,
this penumbra
a shadow draping itself across my cheek,
cloaking my left arm
and covering my hips
this shadow of the past
from yesterday, last week, last month and beyond
it is so warm and inviting
I feel safe in this cloak of my past
all that has happened up until now
the moment the colour rushed to my cheeks when I saw you
and when I was drained of my blood completely, when I saw you
(with her)
when every meal I ate was a plateful of screws and nuts and bolts and slowly my energy escaped from my shell of a body
when I was pinned up against a wall and swords were thrown at my body by my best companion,
my soul mate,
this blanket of darkness pulls me further back,
it grows arms and legs and claws and grips and seizes me
but I see this light,
this aura,
it is unclear of its shape but I see flashes of myself in the future
in a city where no one knows my name
but where I have found myself
surrounded by faces new and old,
who have lifted me above their heads and are passing me along, in a crowd
until I see you,
whoever you are,
you are so opaque
but I can see your smile from this darkness
and beside you, whoever you are,
stands me:
buoyant, vibrant, clear, strong
my head no longer swivels on my shoulders but is ******* on tight
and my eyes are fixed on one point and breathe life into whatever they are fixated on
I look so sure of myself,
I look like me
and this light brushes my right hand,
and my right temple,
and my right thigh
stroking me gently,
summoning me
she is so vivid and kind
but this darkness,
he is so strong and rough
I have been back to the umbra many times,
****** back into the blackness until the light disappears
it is the only home I’ve known and where my mind wants to go
but this light is so new,
I can stand in front of her,
move into the antumbra,
move in front of the darkness, escape the grasp and shower myself in her
in this new me,
who I want to be,
the struggle persists,
he is my serpent in the garden of Eden,
the Jekyll to my Hyde,
the strongest bottle of absinthe,
and so I am stuck
in this penumbra
shadow clutching; light washing
and I must turn my gaze inward and decide:
which force will I allow to win?
which force will rule me from now on?
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
*We try to be happy all the time
But not dare the untrodden miles
Forget the heart’s rapturous rhymes
End up in wooden smiles!
Someone please give me smile broad and wide
So can be seen all my teeth
Tell me a belly rip where laughter can’t hide
Give me spacious humor’s width!
Tell me a joke wild nonsense and trash
Make all my muscles ache in pain
When the waves of laughter upon me crash
I’ll in happiness go insane!
I haven’t laughed friend it’s quite a while
Want a laugh long left in the past
Bring this weary soul a plateful of smile
Make my lips break away from the rust!
Tell me a story that I roll on the ground
In laughter sparkling clean
For jaws long in wooden smiles bound
That would be the best medicine!*
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
Freely Vulnerability.
Senses are released
Talk about you, talk about me.
Where is the understanding of university? Us or We?
As if the air becomes too thick to breathe.
Gentle screaming of ignorance.
Coughing up my plateful entreé of broken memories.
Full of Love, Full of Hate.
Evil contradiction flossing between my neuropathological pathways.
Tell me this and telling me that
Let's go do this or **** mate lets go smoke crack!
Then again it suddenly feels too real.
Reincarnated of birth again.
A small baby pure eyes with nothing to fear.
Everything's gonna be alright dear.
Reality strikes and baby needs Love.
Gasping for life to fill my lungs!
Even when your blind.
Seeing ain't so.
Hard to remember if mother was dying while blood stopped bumping with the beat.
Categorized in Booz, hate, disbelief.
Standing over organized chaos.
Trying to persuade how to be the best.
Yeeeeet. You got to BE.
Don't react in failure but Act out on the success of futuristic possibilities.
Accompany others to help shine their inner souls.
No matter the exposure always let them know how much they are
no comparison to others or other things.
Materials are made and used
Don't let brainwash propaganda distract you from the clues to live for.
Be patient and don't go overboard.
Reevaluate and double check if the senses are really coming down from way back.
Let yourself be evolution to the fullest.
Never expect to be always sharp. Just have a core that will never be thrown away.
Forever more.
Au revoir.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
The ice times have past
now is perfection,
the garden spot,
dream times.
Gather up your gear,
spear walking time is here.
The young yarrow is still sweet,
shoots and sunshine
journey back in, time.
Too much of good things time,
never should of sold it
time.
Now
the wishes made
will all come true, at this time.
Time you must be grateful,
the silver lining is gilded,
and their is pleasure
by the plateful.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
Raised among the ruins
Of your apathy
In the wake of disaster
Shackled to a fallen pillar
In this town I've come to call Here After
In a world you stripped of color
Dragged into the cellar
With a plateful of food and some old clothes
Is there a bridge you haven't burned?
Every stone was left unturned
But then, you never needed any proof
As the truth seldom left you burdened
But left me burning under my sixteenth sun
I was once your second son
Left to wander fallow fields
The broken and forsaken one
Staring down the barrel of an empty gun
You taught me nothing
Except how to hate myself
With the whole of my heart
Like you did
Abandoned at the shore of your icy veins
Left to wither in the absence of summer's rain
With a plateful of food and some old clothes
Consider this a eulogy
Because you will never again hear from me
By now we've come to know
That I was born your enemy
Dear mother, I'm sure you still don't miss me
I cannot remember when last you kissed me
And meant it.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Wide eye tears; crying all the same
—for the ringing memory bells that call your name;
all of the kisses in French are in Notre Dame, that
had placed a thousand stars in my sight’s eyes.
The blaring drums to the sum of
a sound of love — it was loud, it was rough, disastrous,
distant, and sometimes so longing; but also so caring,
hopeful, understanding, peaceful, building, and close
to my heart in the simplest kind. Vanilla like, still it
was a taste so hard to explain.
For that I am truly grateful, even if it felt brief,
I did get my plateful. So until my next fill of what
I get to feel so familiar: I look forward to falling
in love again.
May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 5:10 AM UTC
I wish you all the luck for all your future endeavours
It's a pity it didn't work out between us
May be it wasn't meant to be
I have this one last parting wish
...i want to taste your lips one final time
...i don't need a plateful
just a wee bit will do...
You see its been quite a while since I've felt ur lips brush against mine
And i can't quite seem to recall ur taste
Was it vanilla or strawberry?
Or was it more lemony?
Or perhaps a bit chocolatey?
.....Since I won't be tasting them no more...
Let's just kiss and relive the good memories...one final time
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
alleviate
remediate
bombosity
pomposity
callow
shallow
decorated
celebrated
elucidate
illuminate
fantastic
bombastic
grateful
plateful
humble
bumble
idealistic
unrealistic
jocund
fecund
knowing
growing
lush
plush
mellow
cello
noted
quoted
ocean
motion
pacify
rectify
quotable
notable
realize
visualize
savor
flavor
tawny
fawny
union
communion
vow
allow
whimsical
atypical
xenial
genial
younger
hunger
zany
brainy
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Aiyo, you hear me, like your conscious admiring,
Ya deepest thoughts, finest gem the **** you talkin' about?,
Im speakin' wisdom, along with creation, blurred the stations,
Icy decks, like blast from a tech, in a snow storm effect,
Feel me like Farrakhan threats,
So go ahead and reject,
Me ill still be on ya set,
Late night like Carson, peep these bars son, spittin' mad arson,
Burn up the scene, lyrics gasoline, i just add to fire, beat kerosene,
Who can come off this clean?
,all ya see is red, when ya going for the green, and the yellows in between,
Peep that, feel the depths of soul because im black,
Darker than antimatter, splatter like pieces of a bomb shatter,
Or ya mind, i grow on ya cells fatter,
Couldn't hit this ball of rhymes,
If you was batter,
I sit like the mad hatter, in pre school never was a chatter,
But had rhymes galore,
Frustration made me madder,
Since one two, i stayed true, to the rules of the universal,
No breaks or commercial, tune in to the world show,
I detect like Tibbs, keep a plateful of ribs, for ya fake *** rappers who need bibs,
Too much food, might as well give it to the homeless,
Bless 'em with plate of glory, yes,
Manifest the realist,
Who the illest, clocks spinnin' like a gymnist, when ya hear this,
Guaranteed you'll rewind this, styles that make ya reminisce,
Remember the finest,
Feb 20, 2024
Feb 20, 2024 at 11:26 PM UTC
I was addicted to the exquisite smell of him
His hairy, golden flesh
His tall, strong body
His long, lickable arms
His sweet, kissable lips
His chiseled chest
His mantastic abs
He captured my nation
Of fragrant gayness
He fed me his plateful
Of smooth pulchritude
He moved me
He ruled me
He looked at me
With his dark, charming eyes
Leaving me so breathless
Making my vessel convulse
Giving me a rush
Making me explode like a grenade
In his sensational embrace
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC