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Some people like coriander and some hate it. The coriander hating folk say it tastes like soap.
I like coriander.
I hate u2.
Food, oh glorious food!
A feast for our senses, so good.
The aroma wafts in the air,
Filling our bellies with care.
A bounty of flavors to explore,
How does the flavor stay in my mouth if this is sugar free gum? Wonka was not there to answer my question
It was the person he gave the rights of his company to that stood in front of me, who I asked
peanut butter and jelly
Tofu and rice
I like to eat food although some aren't very nice
I hate people sometimes
because people make me sad
why should I forgive them when they have been very bad
There was a young man who was obese.He ate too much and now he's deceased.He went to his favorite restaurants and ate a lot of food every day.He died at the age of thirty and it's not surprising that he passed away.
On a limestone laced hillside,
Under a sun burnished Umbrian sky;
Like resting peasants, the olives thrive.
Love of food!Gastronomy-Focus?Gourmet cuisine,Foods imbued with life,Sensual,Multi-Cultural,Lavish,Holistic,Essential,Experiential,Food to live and die for!
It is Thanksgiving afternoon
Different is the celebration
We must now wear a mask
In order to safely see Christmas
Wherever my neighbor goes, people stare.They can't look away because of his neck and pink hair.When he goes out in public, people constantly point and laugh.It's because of his hair and because he has the neck of a giraffe.
I love
PB&Js.
Eat it all the time
For lunch, baby.
I love
PB&Js
Won’t you come alive
And eat with me.
I have a late night McDonalds crew.
I'm betting you wish you had one too.
We go and we get ice cream and fries.
I'll usually go for two apple pies.
Three girls and a boy, well an honorary female.
honey-brown skin
glistens like liquid gold
and pours into my open mouth.
i drink up as if i've been parched for years.
but this flavor could never compare
honeysuckle lips
almost touching mine, but not quite
they drip below
the crook of my nose,
slide down,
down,
Help
I need it big time
And i have asked for it.
I used to
Huddle
Seclude myself in the shadows
In Ayurvedic
and Traditional Chinese Medicine
food,
illnesses
even the body's internal organs-
all are divided,
classified
as either hot or cold
dualities-
distinct, yet working together
So ... What’s In Store ... ?!?
Well A Lot of Store Wars And That’s For SURE ... !!!!!
A Lot of EMPTY Shelves And Now Aisles As Well ... !!!
Sometimes I can still hear
the sounds
of yesteryears-
my family's voices,
their conversations reverberate.
And I recall
my father's and uncle's
ardent discussions
of the revolution
Buildings of blue
Reflecting the sunlight,
Like brothers and sisters
Competing in height.
Indian, Chinese, Mediterranean,
A variety of cuisines.
The CN Tower and Rogers Centre stadium.
Milkshake, O milkshake; so thick and creamy. I take a sip, you are so dreamy. Should I use a spoon or a fry? If you spilled I would surely cry. If I drank too many of you, I would have a heart attack and die.
Today I decided to go to the store,
We parked and I walked through the big glassy doors.
Headed straight to the snacks, I went right past the fruit,
Hiding from other children
Once a precious treasure
Glistening dumplings
Seafood soups
Marinated meats
Tempt breaks my heart,
As we are forced to part.
I abandon myself.
Money is given not earned,
Dumpsters serve as restaurants,
Fountains as bathtubs,
Shoes are their tires,
Makeshift shelters as home,
No family but fellow brethren,
And no dept because most already paid.
Greasy and salty
Sometimes crispy
The worst are mushy
They say the fast-food companies
Inject the potatoes with sugar
To keep them consistent
They're French
Or are they?
Through the rolling waves of time,
The core of existence has never altered nor refined.
Starting with the first faint memories of a family dinner:
White jasmine rice with a selected number of simple side dishes.
Sweet spraying kernels
Golden bumps on a hard core
Like a kind person with a stout heart
Bite it and it squirts
Eat like a baby again
Face smashed against wet juiciness
American fruit
Warm family meal
Amidst the chill of autumn
Cinnamon and nutmeg
Christmas in a crust
Don't eat too much
Or it loses its magic
Of holding your taste buds
In warm, soft, sweet, juiciness
I can walk into an all-you-can-eat buffet,
and my brain will light up like a gambling addict's.
Numbers running in my brain,
neon signs floating above plates counting fat and carbs and sugar,
A simple store bought cracker pack is all I really need and if I had the choice to, it’s all I’d ever eat.
It’s clear and noisy wrapper never fails to bring me joy like a puppy with a bone and a toddler with a toy.
Every night I ate
Something new from my plate
Every night I sat at the table
While my mom slaved in the kitchen
Every night I sat at the table
And enjoyed the fruits of someone else's labor
Mayonnaise, lemon, fish, and avocado
Scrambled eggs, sushi, kiwi, cream cheese
Foods I’d eat? No!!
Cookies, oranges, pizza as I please
But not the nasty food,
The juicy lobster appeals my taste
A fish I will actually eat
Perfectly buttered
Lettuce washed with purity
Bun perfectly toasted
Butter
I don't really like butter
In any way,
Shape,
or Form.
And speaking of form--
Do you know what butter
will do to yours?
Why, you'll bloat and you'll bloat
Skipping meals, once again
how does this happen,
how is this a trend?
it isn't trendy
to starve oneself
yet here I am
Due to popular belief. I believe that certain things are due to happen naturally.
Like all other things it's bound to grow. This thing, love.
We are due to become obese to this organic, homegrown feeling.
Sugary and sweet
Heart of determination
Key to prevailing
As reliable as the Earth
But
Its magical like rapunsel
Sure I and bedazzlers
As sarcastic as
Frilly hot fries
just one failure to watch
one fateful soft misstep
can bring a building down
cause chaos to erupt
i looked around for someone
i’m still not certain whom
relief flooded my chest
Period one
I feel hungry as always
Though I just had breakfast
I push through
Period two
Hunger still
When will it be time to eat?
I push through
Period three
I’m a diva
For pizza-
Fast as a chee-tah
To grab the last piece-uh.
I say “bye-bye Felicia”
To my poor little pizza.
When I go see the Giza
Or to Micronesia
I bring me some pizza
the best part of the norovirus
is that while it robs you of your breath,
leaves you sweat-shaking with hot chills in bed
it also steals your appetite
finally,
to be empty by no willpower of my own
Dingy green metal
Flecks of paint flaking off like dandruff
Corners set in stagnant water,
Leechy muck in the slimerot of the shadows
Little door slides open with a screech
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being.
My hungry eyes searched scornfully
I could see it
Far away, yet so near
The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts
For every nickel I earn, I will spend it on you.
You’re always on my mind. It’s hard to forget
Your smell, your texture; you’re a beautiful view.
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being.
My hungry eyes searched scornfully
I could see it
Far away, yet so near
The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts
Cold Pizza
My pizza, so precious and delicious,
The flavor that ignites me with hope and optimism
The warmth that comforts and soothes my roaring hunger
Dearest cannoli, of chocolatey lore
I could never desire but anything more
Than your sugary goodness, so wonderfully sweet,
I could never imagine a more fetching treat
Dear Diary,
“Another nice day,” to myself I said.
But something is still missing!
Day after day, I am filled with dread.
I search, I wait, and I keep on listening.
No sign of my love has arrived.
Dear Pa,
Never wrote a letter ever.
I’m told e-mail’s just not the same.
OK, here goes.
You were a terrible friend. Words really cannot express how unpleasant it was to be friends with you.
My Nana says she put her foot in them collard greens, so we better eat them all.
She says she was up at 6am slaving away over a hot oven so that we can enjoy this cookout feast.
But she ain’t gone do all the work herself now.
Late one night,
During finals week,
Matt decides
To get a bite to eat.
It’s two AM
Only shop in town
I wear you like a coat
that everyone can see
"Did she gain a few pounds?"
"She should really stop eating"
There talking right now
Saying things behind my back
some teens dont have
multiple game consoles and mobile devices
some teens dont have
enough clothes to wear a different outift everyday
some teens dont have
bucketfuls of art supplies
We got apples and oranges and all of the greens
We got salmon and soup pea and vitamin C.
From farmer's markets, to Whole Foods, to your mom and pop shops,
Together we have made our health a priority, but this has to stop.
To understand a healthy relationship,
you must understand a healthy self.
Neither should you starve to death,
nor should you stock junk food on the shelf.
Fried black bananas
white sweet goat cheese
thick pale and yellowing like an old wound
Shiny crinkled scabbing edging the the grill-marks where
burnt Brown sugar
You are what you eat, but for her it's what she drinks. Coffee in the A.M. to keep her awake, wine in the P.M. to put her to sleep.
oh broccoli
i used to cook you in all my food
but today i chopped up vegtables with nood
it was delish
i am sorry broccoli
i forgot you
In all honesty.I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate.And be devoured piece by piece.My attention, all my free time.Everything that no one else could see.With knife and fork.
She felt my thirst.Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air.I had no idea what was about to happen.The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life.I felt comfort in her hands.
I love to eat
i love eating meat
and beets, and beans
my hands never stay clean
i really love food
it pleases my mood
if you don't like food
you are quite rude
Change causes sunken ships.
See Starbucks, their cup lost sips.
An attack on America,
That absent-Christmas glory;
But even worse, are these fingerprints-
Don’t care for such stories.
I just love to eat!
'Tis quite a joy beyond compare,
To eat so many different kinds of food
From every known and unknown part of the world,
Ice cream with chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and a cherry,
For morning’s breakfast I prepare a snack
Of half a poppy covered bagel, so
I can survive the day. And then, I lack
The most important part: cream cheese, oh no!
of all the sauces the one that's the best
that's head over heels and tops all the rest
with a helping of spice and a helping of zest
is siracha sauce.
you can put it on pizza you can eat it with lime
Buried in a plate of lettuce, I look up.
Buried in a plate of lettuce, I see
Memories of chicken nuggets dipped in ranch
Memories of thick, greasy pizza
Once in a while, on a Good Friday,
I might get the chance to have you.
To see you fall into the smokey sauna,
Brings sweet pleasure to my bubbling taste buds.
I love hearing your sweet sizzle,
Refridgerater
By Jacob Henderson, Christine Dunker, and Jaclyn Heigert
My mind is a refridgerater,
An abyss full of useless things
That make me fat.
Popeyes or Five guys?
Either way, I'm getting my cajun fries.
Feel free to attempt to stop me.
For that is an impossibility.
Have a nice day!
I possess a very active mind full of ideas.
All hotter than fresh quesadillas
yet more tasteful than plain tortillas.
Sometimes there are too many for me to even keep.
Occasionally they impair my ability to sleep.
Right now I feel like life is in a pickle.
I just ate my last pop sickle.
That is right, I don't have a single Otter Pop left to my name.
Nobody will understand my pain.
I cannot settle my craving with an ice cube.
My cats
meow a song
of hunger and thirst while
we prepare meals for their routine
dry feast.
They run
back and forth between the kitchen
and the hall where they eat,
As the black abyss came over me I stood motionless, helpless and in fear that my very essence is being consumed. I am taken into this cave in this cave and it’s out of my control.
in my backpack is my lunch sack
it has been rotting for days
and I am afraid
to see what my mom has made
because I know it has decayed
Today, once again, I am down.
So, I look around.
Down the street, I see a clown.
I frown.
Through the window, I see a beautiful gown.
I have a meltdown.
Is there nothing in this town?
Jay seems like a monster in the morning
Angry about having to leave his bed
Yet once he has his coffee a change happens
Relaxation, relief and more awake than before
You open the door and into the wild you go.
All you can hear is noise,
Noise mad by fans and announcers.
Its a Thursday night and you came to eat all you can.
I see a man approaching me in gray, yellow, and white.
The weight of life upon me sits
At times I want to call it quits.
Life is hard; it’s truer than true.
But I have to see life through.
I am not excesivelly fat
I dont sit like an overweight cat
My belly isn't likely to roll
But I would love to eat a pizza whole
I wont beg or whine
I won't even sit before a shrine
Bitter like licorice, but sweet like honey
Soft, melt in yo mouth, kinda soft
Spicy, salty, nutty, crunchy
A drop of cinnamon, a taste of caramel
Add a pinch of brown liquor, and you've got
The Good Stuff
They say there are seven wonders
Created by the earth,
But no one ever mentions
The burger's birth.
With every fresh bite devoured
A baby laughs for the first time.
When I was seven years old
In my mathematics class
Measurement setting in dread
Forty kilograms is the answer
I don’t remember the lesson I learnt
It is time to begin my day
the sun is out and says "Hooray!"
I drag myself out of bed
I yawn and scratch my head.
Then I can hear the oven humming
and down the stairs I come running.
I've had a hard day at school
I think to myself, "you know what would be cool?"
No need to reply, my stomach already knows
I clasp my hands, and begin to pray
It might sound cliché, but food makes my day…
The clock strikes 1 and I run to the kitchen
But wait a line—seriously for the microwave?
I look at my chicken
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Fresh oranges and a sunset to match
The gap between his teeth, only visible when he laughs and
freckles the that speckle the tip of his nose.
We call them sun kisses.
When I feel not quite myself.When I feel like life's going all wrong.I rap up in a warm fuzzy blanketAnd turn on a show. A romantic comedy is where I find my escape from the world around.I have a snack on my lap,Chocolate or chips,Popcorn or cooki
(Businessman Perspective)
Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest,
I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road.
I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
I come home early like you said I should,
But you stare at me like I intrude.
This is my home too mother.
So stop treating me like I am a bother.
Why do you forget that I am just a kid?
Sweet potato, Sweet Potato
Grown in the ground
Sweet potato, Sweet potato
Dusty and brown
Sweet potato, Sweet potato
For an hour you cook
Sweet potato, Sweet potato
It is delicious and sweet,
So simple to enjoy,
When not having to worry about a thing.
For me that's not the case.
I love food, at least I did
But the relationship is on and off.
You know what?
Icing is the best.
It's a fact at this point.
But what's left once you've scooped up the last of the heavenly cream?
You know what.
It's cake that's the best.
Who doesn't love cake.
I struggle constantly, just like everybody else. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I look plump in all of the places I shouldn't. I want to work out, but I've got other things on my list that I'd rather do.
I was in a big city
And got a hotdog from a street vendor
It taste sooooo good
Ketchup, onions, chili and cheddar
As I walked home with a smile
My stomach started to dance
I’m tempted to say oxygen
Were most critical to my survival,
Like a smart-alec,
But it only keeps
Me alive,
Continuing a process
His Breath
Began.
I might claim that
As lovely as a song,
that makes my belly sing along,
is a triple layer lasagna
with 3 layers of pasta.
Four layers of bubbling cheeses,
and sauce;
that can appease,
to much ease,
My love for you is great
My heart melts for Costco till the dusk of day
My lifeline you may be
Furniture, food, and electricity till days dawn
Costco beauty is dazzling
Hidden Beauty
|~Taylor Freeman~|
Losing someone is extremely difficult.
But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst.
Our father was killed in war;
Your tan brown skin
Tastes salty when we kiss
But that doesn't matter
Because now it's me that's creamy in eternal bliss
Even better in the summer time
Forever my partner in crime
I love this place dearly,
its very close to my heart.
I grew up here along with others,
being pushed around in a cart.
If stranded on a desert,
where will I go instead?
You were gone for so long
Now you're back
Gone for too long
Eleven months and twenty three days to be exact
Oh how I missed you
Your cold touch
Your green skin
It's said you can live about 3 weeks without it
For me? Not even a second. There's no helping it.
The basic thing we humans can't survive without
You're thinking about it now, there's no doubt.
There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal
And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal.
Mornings and nights, without a doubt
I see them in my dreams
Though occasionally in my oven
Thou haveth beauty even Shakespeare would fail to describe
So gold and crispy
They meet the definition of 'perfect'
Food is a blessing
Food is a curse
It's the main reason
I have no money in my purse
Food is my hero
Food is my villain
When I'm eating
Hide all women and children
Cravings on my soul,
Cravings on my spirit,
let me see behind your thoughts;
I wan't to taste your lyrics.
I need you on my meals,
There's no other substitute.
Cooking everyday
Food made with heart
And filled with love
Here I am
With my knife
Slicing with ease
Dicing, mincing, with my blade singing
Making beautiful works of art
So delicate
I smell it
I see it
I feel it
I taste it
I love it
Food, it keeps me alive
I can't live without it because
My body would collapse if I didn't eat it
Calories
Texture
Taste
Spicy, robust, and redCausing conflagration in my headWithout this sauce I’d be dead.
Some say love is all you need,Others crave power to succeed,But a slave to greed is ne’er freed.
I ate a piece of pumpkin pie
With whipping cream piled high
And, finding I was hungry still,
Took the pan and had my fill.
I'm in heels and a dress
I rather be in sweats
Reading a book on the train
or drinking a milkshake
yeah...
make that a large ass milkshake
chocolate with whipped creme
and extra fucking cherries
Red, orange, green and even blue
No its not the rainbow I'm talking about but its food.
More than just a taste,
but an artwork of colors and designs on a plate.
Combining flavors to create a new,
People say the relationship is toxic.
That he'll kill me.
(It surely well might be the case)
But it's not your business
I tell myself
People say the relationship ain't healthy.
I've started saying Grace, I thank Jehovah for my food.I didn't do that in the past but I've changed my attitude.Jehovah didn't have to give us taste buds but he wanted eating to be a pleasant experience.
I'm in between waiting
for food and exictment
I'm in between waitng
for my car and joy
I'm in between waiting
for shoes and anxiousness
As you can see I'm waiting
Two copper pennies
Clink in a jar.
It's not enough for food.
Not enough to go far.
Your empty stomach
Curves like those coins.
I am from croquettas de jamon,
From guava and cheese.
I am from sandy beaches heated by the bright, burning sun
(Beating, glistening, warming my skin, tasting like freedom)
there are plenty of sticky notes lining the countertops at noon when she wakes up. giving instructions for crockpots and prepared meals.
I sought out love and in you I found,
my muse, my inspiration, that one thing that keeps me going.
Is passion this deep and desire profound?
If you only had a hand to wear the ring.
I've tastedhaute cuisine,The bestlife has to offer...French wines divinedined a juicy supper...Ripe TomatoesVines of grapes,Pineapple Guavahoney,oil of olivedripped
Upset, angry, tired, cold,
Chocolate, espresso beans, warm pork-pulled.
When I feel bad: food is there,
Food is awesome and I don't care.
Sometimes days are bad.
Then I think about grilled cheese
Grilled cheese is awesome.
A girl of just fourteen
Decides to go lean
Little by little stop the meals
Skip the breakfast
Take the heel
A moment on the lips
A lifetime on the hips
A year passes
She's underweight
Chunky, Munchy, Crunchy,
Peanut Butter or Chocolate Chip,
It can be Thick, Thin or Crumbly,
Its what Everyone like to eat.
It could be round or squared,
Sometimes Big or sometimes small;
Dragon’s breath kissed my virgin tongueMy sweeeeeeeet rosy cheeksCarressed by the ruptures withinMy taste buds enveloped a bittersweet endOne that craves the smooth textures of the white velvet
Whenever the scent of chili pepper enters my nostrils,
my mouth waters like a pavlovian dog.
I know I will chew silently, joyfully, and voraciously
on soft grained rice smothered with dripping
Your odor
so strong, potent, sweet, and tantalizing,
lures me in every time.
Your layers appear soft and spongy, your glaze smooth and milky.
My mouth waters,
My tongue spikes,
My lips part,
Steam rising slowly
from black peppered
fluffy pale yellow.
Heat rising from the flat surface.
Long strips of crisp red and brown.
Short stubs of meat linked together.
You said you’re in love and you can’t live without me.
You said I destroyed it all in a matter of seconds, effortlessly.
You said I was your night, morn, and noon.
Cooking poetry and the words bubble over like soup
frothy broth sweeping the sides of the pot
Burritos and tacos oh my
school has started again and I want to cry
waking up at 6 AM WHY?
Oh Burrito, how thine tortilla shell is warm and softly wrapped around the ingredients I desire.
How your lettuce intrigues me.
Slowly dripping,
Not quite burning,
Hot Fudge Sundae.
Taste buds tingling,
Stomach straining,
Hot Fudge Sundae.
Don't know why there's
all this waiting,
On a Saturday morning, I wake at nine,
My stomach growls and I'm ready to dine,
I smell the breakfast in the air,
The smell is pleasent, but first, a prayer,
I close my eyes and bow my head,
When I was but a young lass
not very far in the past
I remember sitting at the ramily table
with food dishes around me
glad my snomach was empty
so I could eat until I was unable.
I want to roll the words from your mouth, around mine
A candy drop
To smooth my tongue over
Feel every swirl and indentation
Liquid caramel, so sweet
Unwrap each syllable with my lips
Sailing across the lake
Under the bright blue sky
in search of cake
and also pie.
Two things so sweet
they never get old
they are always good to eat
well, unless they are cold.
Forver is how long we'll be together
Only thing int he world that can literally make me happy without words
Forver is how long we'll be together
Only thing int he world that can literally make me happy without words
Forver is how long we'll be together
Only thing int he world that can literally make me happy without words
There's a rumbling inside.
The empty feeling inside me,
seeping into my soul.
It shot pain up my chest and into my lungs.
This brought the slow warmth of pain and aching,
into my chest.
As I reached,
Food
We eat it
We need it
Is it a necessity?
Or is it less to be
As we crave it day and night
One lip slaps against the other
expelling a wet and horrid sound.
Digesting food waging battle with the tongue.
It’s all on display for the world to see!
Sea food is not meant to be seen
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like bacon
More than I like you
Tulips are pink
Marigolds are yellow
Don't you dare
Touch my jello
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook,
because men like that. Not just Hispanic men,
but all men.
Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that
like to take it slow.
I ate to satiate my tongue's desire.My body's sense of humor is so crude.For when I ate my hunger was a fire,A raging bear with a bad attitude.
Wrinkled but soft
Aged and veiny
Her hands have raised us
Tonight they stir spaghetti,
Hang wet clothes,
Wash the dishes.
And how beautiful they are.
It’s said to be heaven
Flavor is found beneath
where thou ist not looking
cheese can cover
but what money can't buy
The kids on the street
Have something to eat
With a warm fluffy bed
To cradle their head.
A nice little home
With no reason to moan
And a doll in her hand
That she calls Little Joan.
Our Heart beats oil, nourishing the blisters of our skin. Laying in a hopeless state and devouring the prescribed saturated medicine. When the hunger strikes again, you must see the doctor. His name is Dr. McDonalds and rumor has it he's Legit.
Why must we be fat?
Why must the food be bad.
Eat a burger feels like you got hit by a bat.
Then there are these diets that are fad.
As America we are not healthy
We are not strong
What could be wrong
A writer’s sword is a pen
Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink
Inside a long plastic contraption
It spews words exempt for bigotry
And hatred.
A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
A perfect boat of gravy,A tender slice of lamb,Crispy green vegetables,Potatoes straight from the pan.
What would I change?
Wouldn't you like to know?
I'd feed the hungry
To make people grow.
I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all,
And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
Run that extra mile,
Pick up those and move them to that pile.
Keep up that pace,
The goal of this is to finish your race!
You look tired, you seem sore
But you have to keep giving it more.
Everyday thousands are starving while the ignorant throw away "scraps", which could be a meal for someone.
School Lunch
School Lunch to some kids is they only meal for the day
Schools decide to make people pay for school lunch event hough it should be free.
Sometimes I dream about the half eaten dinner for two rotting in my fridge
Lusting for the time when that goose was first cooked
Truly divine,
to my tongue and to my eyes,
you tease me with glimpses
of your savory gown
making me say
"I want you now!"
Luscious vermillion
and a gratifying green
Will ya look at that pie?
Oh my. Oh my!
Whipped cream piled high.
To die! To die!!
I'm sworn to a diet.
I sigh. I sigh...
With all of my might.
Oh why? Oh why?
Food, water and shelter
That's it..
That's what I would focus on
If I had the chance to change the world.
I'm serious, all other issues aside
Food, water and shelter would be my key topics
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
And indeed I did.
I dreamt,
I hoped,
I wished upon a star,
And I prayed.
I called out for mercy
And begged on my knees,
Crying for some sanity to emerge.
Farming has always been my life,
I grow feasts, down to every crumb.
Day after day, here lays my strife:
People don't know where their food comes from!
If uneducated, agriculture is missed,
I'm hungry for pork rinds
I smell it
I have to buy them
tomorrow
or a cake
I graduated today
and I'm hungry
hungry for money, for love, for friendship
experiences
a job
Everything is frozen this morning, but the sky is clear
An orange creamsicle sunrise through the mist
Ice cream colors reminding me of the popsicles our fruits have become
It happened in August.
294, it read.
I blink,
my eyes needing to focus.
The numbers don’t budge.
My heart drops
easily into my stomach.
I feel sick.
The scale says something
Everybody shuffle in line
Got your gold nuggets in hand? Teeth caps? Money signs?
Pile up the bread,
the fried chicken, the roasted chicken, the broasted chicken, the grilled chicken,
Remind me
Tell me what I am
Tell me what you think I should be
I want to hear it
Remind me
Just ‘cause I’m female
I just shouldn’t be here
On this land
It’s the hardest job in the world
In the hot sun all day
Digging, plowing, working, and tilling
They take a short break
Tiptoeing past my shame,
Where once again,
I start to question if I’m worthy
To eat that extra slice,
To role the dice
To tell me if I’d ever pull off “curvy.”
Smiles watch me now;
This slop,
This glop,
No, please, stop
I don't understand
Why you say you feed us by hand
But we look at our plates
And see our fates
It is like staring into the abyss
Innocent people being hooked on the blue book,
becoming dull robots that speak in code;
it comes in your sleep taking your intellect like a crook,
by bribing you with a new mode.
Four hours of tourcher have now passed.
The bell has now rung,
Everyone races to the lunch room.
Dashing and skipping to the front of the line,
Their eyes widen like a flower in the spring that blooms.
Why are so you fat?
When you can be just as thin,
Some say what matters is within,
You say I can't help that.
Have you ever tried?
Whats within will surely become broke,
Your legs were too skinny for your shorts
The day you walked into the room, your cotton shirt
About to billow, as if it could, on the unseen zephyr of your shoulders:
I am from houses,
From old neighborhoods and drenched cities
I am from tablets used for drawings
Colorful, amusing
Clean stroked lines
I am from movies nights and eating out
In, out, in and out of my mouth.
I know you're thinkin' dirty,
but those are thoughts
you need to ditch,
because the truth is I'm just
eating a juicy sandwich.
My first poem
Today is the day.
That the whole world becomes gray.
I tell of my schools ways.
And why I am saying things this way.
It’s about how teachers treat us today.
Sammy The complications of life tend to start As early as the first beats of the heart. Or in my case, when a heart is lacking, The problems begin when a person starts packing A lunch with the greatest of care and precision. A lunch to be eaten
It’s music note coming at you
Throwing these facts down so you’ll understand where I’m coming from
I mean the point of me stating these facts
Burritos deliver satisfaction to my tummy
The ones from Taco Bell are super yummy
The tortillas made of flour
I can eat them every hour
With your beans, rice, sour cream and cheese
Taco Bell and diet Cokes
Don’t be fooled, It’s all a big joke.
“It’s low-fat and sugar-free”
Really? You think packaged food is that easy?
Pesticides and chemicals
Food doesn’t hurt me.
It doesn’t tell me anything bad.
It doesn’t push me around.
It doesn’t make me sad.
But it does make me more round.
I can smell it.
It makes my stomach
growl, yet churn.
My mouth begins to water,
as I take in the scent.
I refuse it,
the urge to taste.
I have the strength.
I will reach my goal.
The smell of 'nanas fill the air
I really just can't wait
The oven is so heated now
The bread is surely late
My patience is a'lowering
The smell is just too strong
I live in thoerical famishment,
where nothing satisfies my appetite.
I doodle grilled chickens,
my mouth crafting fountains of drool.
I dream of fluffy soufflés floating over fences.
The sizzle as it hits the black, it’s fried.
Burgers are flipped all along the steel grill.
And as we wait my brother he had sighed.
When they come we’ll eat until our stomachs fill.
When I run, I am free, my chains are broken.
My shoes are like the13th Amendment; I am no longer a slave to society.
When I run, no one can own me, the road becomes my empowerment.
Strength, Struggle, Satisfaction.
Foodies, fooderific, foodatious, and foodery
Flavorful and filling
Feverishly feasting on the fundamental answer to life
wishing, waiting, wondering, counting the seconds until those cheese sticks...
Exercise is good for you,
Blood, sweat, and tears,
will get you through the deepest blue
and fit throughout the years,
you may not like it at the start
but then you get addicted,
Rrrringg! The bell squeals like a famished pig
And everyone bolts out of class,
Stomachs filled with
Emptiness.
The heavenly menu for lunch
Stimulates my anxious taste buds
As if they were given
This sweet confection
no other like it
two desserts
combined,
it's cooling effects
with the moist cake
cream cheese swirling
a bowlful
a spoonful
makes anyone smile
one bite
Chocolate you taste so good
And in the morning,
My face and your goodness meet
She is as fluent as a gust in winds,
She smells of roses with petals of red,
She is definite with ev’ry rescind,
She loves with a wide and extended tread.
Food is my ultimate weakness
I have stop and lose these pounds
Because now I am so sleepless
Shedding off weight has too many secrets
The sugary snacks make me look fat all around
Food is my ultimate weakness
How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it
Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit
Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love
Something this good is totally undreamed of
Although it’s night,
Even though it’s unusual,
Whenever the clock strikes 12,
As long as I’m awake,
I check the refrigerator for food.
white or brown the taste is bland, but the culture is strong.
sticky or jasmine the taste is bland, but the purpose is flexible.
There is a beautiful woman
down the street.
She owns the cafe,
known for her delightful treats.
No one knew more-
But she led a secret life
through the entrance of the moor.
Music is emotion, it soothes my soul. It feeds my dreams to reach my goal.
If you're hungry and have no food, it does more than just affect your mood.
Nothing else matters.
It’s dinner time and I’m ready to eat, my momma said, “Boy, get on your feet!”
“You gotta get up and serve yourself, cuz one of these days I won’t be here to help.”
standing around the stove
mashing tomatoes in our hands,
her palms giving the sauce it's extra touch,
as we laugh
Apples, chicken, peanut butter too,
all these foods are good for you
turkey, water, anything green,
nourish your body, its a mean machine
running, walking, lifting weights, ooo
One plus one plus one plus one. It’s endless. Separate components come together. Pink yellow green orange. Around and around and around. Never stops. Like a ballerina. Infinite. Until the giant monster ends the color war.
Hickory dickory dock I smelt a burger from around the block
I ran after the smell like I was at a track meet and just when I was about to eat
My burger opened its mouth and said be careful what you eat or you’ll be dead in a week
Of shrimps and steaks and sizzling soups
And turpentine rolls and cabbage groups
Comes a man of greedy, vicious frosting
The essence of virtue he is lacking.
An effervescent mind when he wants it to be
