Eating Poems

Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
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Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
Orthadox to the
west.
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Sitting alone.......
in my dark creepy room..........
and that abhorrent feeling
is eating my soul.................
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In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
yet here I am.
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Happiness
Is a clean bill of health from the doctor,
And the kids shouldn't move back home for
more than a year,
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I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
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Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."

And he said:
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Homework! Oh, Homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb
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To imitate..
you have to learn how to wait,

your fear is very clear
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The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or tore
His stockings or his pinafore:
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Ode To A Poet
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Hey poet!
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'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
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I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone.
I am aware it is not good to eat oatmeal alone.
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There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like
insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev,
says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too.
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Inspired by:
‘Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.'
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Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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.
the ghosts are walking again
walking and talking in the night again
sorrow is eating my bones again
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The honeymoon is over
And he has left for work
Whistling something obvious from La Boheme
And carrying a brown calfskin attache case
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Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
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Love is...eating ice cream...on winter's walk
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It takes a lot of insight to understand a fellow creature. I'd like to share an anecdote about three crows, to show that they are capable of surprising me. Forgive this little piece of prose for taking up space in this house of poetry.
I was taking my regular 5.5 mile walk to my sister's house. In my hand I had a large dumpling made with glutinous rice flour, purchased at the Dahua Supermarket in Seattle. Because of the years I spent in Taiwan, I always get a festive feeling from eating globs of steamed mochi. I eat the unsweetened kind, pulling off little lumps and savoring the consistency.
I was absorbed in my eating and walking, maybe indulging in some kind of reverie. Suddenly I noticed that three crows were observing me from telephone wires. Crows A and B were on my side of that narrow street and crow C was on the other side. It was obvious that they were aware that I was eating something, and they wanted to embarrass me into giving it to them.
Then crow B suddenly flew diagonally over my head and perched on the wire ahead of crow C, not exactly dive-bombing me, but close enough to make me pay attention. They were all looking down at me. As I walked past crow C, it flew diagonally across the street, right over my head, and landed ahead of crow A. As I walked past crow A, it flew diagonally over me and landed ahead of crow B. When I walked past crow B, it flew diagonally over my head and landed on the wire ahead of crow C. When I walked past crow C, it flew diagonally over me and landed ahead of crow A. When I walked past crow A, it flew diagonally over me and landed ahead of crow B...and so on.
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The fact is i was eating my second dish of the porridge that i have received from a dietitian in the hospital, hence while i was eating i saw an illusion and for this reason this illusion belonged to a dietitian for this matter.
The fact is her illusion i.e a dietitian claimed non-verbally in an underestimating way, that i am poor by throwing me with a packet of porridge like i am a dog, hence i became surprised and for this reason it is her job to provide me with it for this matter.
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The fact is i was eating my cakes, hence doing so i took a look at a newspaper and for this reason i saw a certain picture of Maluti FM Management for this matter.
The fact is one of the people who were in that picture was Okkert Lobriet responsible for music in the station, hence he appeard illusion-ally and for this reason claimed that it is the first time i am eating them and as a result teased me by lifting his finger with an aim to prove his point for this matter.
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Coffee drinking chocolate muffin eating corporate sponsored child friendly especially bendy 12 hour 7-day accessible extremely pettable deliciously docile coffee shops' very own trade brand snake. When she peels off her skin it peels off like warm caramel. Polystyrene plastic coated cardboard eating milkshake monitoring East Anglian inbred hippopotamus of west African descent. Mini ball-bearing, bead swallowing anti gobshite medicated tusk hard toucans: roll up roll up! Carrot fed baby parrots going for a song.
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Booker loved to drink his whiskey from a paper cup.
While eating his neckbones at dinner.
He was a happy neckbone eating sinner.
Chasing pretty honies made him a winner.
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Eating rats!

In your land;
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5 Reasons to Date a Girl With an Eating Disorder
1- Her obsession over her body will improve her overall looks! Her hands are soft with lotion to smooth the teeth marks on her knuckles. Her nails are always well manicured so they don't scratch her throat.
2 - She costs less money! When you take her out to dinner with your friends, you will have to buy her nothing more than a salad. As she slices her lettuce leaves into thirds, your friends will stare, trying not to ask you what is wrong with her.
3 - She's fragile and vulnerable. Her skin will bruise when you hug her too tightly, her shoulder bones digging into your arms. You will have to hide all of the knives and box cutters in your apartment, will find yourself wondering if she can hurt herself with a fork.
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I'm drinking sparkling wine
you're quaffing French champagne
I'm eating yabbies
you're eating rainbow lobster
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