Food Sonnet Poems

Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” by Unseeking Seeker

I can see God’s hand...

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The briny’s ebbed and now far out of sight
And all around a vast expanse we see
With debris left by the retreating sea.
And stretch of golden...

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We see them all as pests to be destroyed.       
For they feed upon our food crops galore.  ...

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Doesn't a steward wait for his lord like a guard?
Even the darkest night seems to him like a day.
Isn't any thought, except that of his...

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Just as a child talks to his dad, talk to the Supreme Lord.
He'll fulfil your needs and show you the heavenly abode.
Praise him. Worship him....

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You, with your everlasting sorrow mom 
deserve nifty hands and healing ways of
You,  who always loved with the truest calm 
now sit bereft of...

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Father is dressed in grim face and a white shirt,
His unfriendly face could win the heart of Hitler –
mother combed her hair this time
and her...

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The smallest of seeds falls and amalgamates with the earth.
Amidst dust to dust, mist, manure, and moisture gain rebirth.
Leaf evolution, stem elongation, and florescence
With sun-lit...

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A wee little biscuit softly implored
a gruff, hard-hearted and tuberous yam,
"oh, why, my dear friend, must you be so hard?"
and the yam replied, "I am...

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It started with the beeping of my clock.
Sometimes I want to bash that irksome thing.
My dog barked for his food and then a walk.
While walking...

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You see him in photos of black and white,
standing atop logs drawn by big horses,
he wears a thick wool to stay winter’s bite,
almost as this...

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Tons of pineapples and mozzarella,
the perfect side for a scary movie;
Pie built out of two handed slices,
my mouth is already watering;

Stuck waiting nearly thirty minutes,
I...

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"O blessed Java Sparrows mostly, the rare Opals then the plentiful Greys--palm frond squatters, and the ever so oft, Mejiro birds, a.k.a., the "Japanese White-Eyed,"...

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Rage,rage against the coming of the night
What mends my smashed and sad shattered heart?
Is the VIGI  right, is there hope in sight ?
The food...

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