"Why cant I become a salad. Maybe I will become a wrap. Or maybe I will be put in a double cheese bacon burger. That would be the life. Instead I am stuck behind these rotting radishes. Yuck! Wait wait what's going on? This can't be happening the radishes there gone. Poor poor radishes... It's my turn now let's hope I have better fate then the radishes.
They say I'm fiery Hot headed Arrogant That I have a heart of ice Blank as a piece of white paper With black holes Of nothingness But I know who I am I'm sweet and kind Delicious personality But my exterior The flame hair The piercings and makeup Just my style Not my personality People stop before they reach the real me The side of me that's better than them Before they meet the passion That's hidden from a tough skin They see a lie of who I really am
Food has a way of making the world experience Togetherness With people, with nations A way of not simply being a degradable thing, A source of energy, A pleasure. But a memory too Like how the bright scarlet of a cherry Reminds me of home the dripping juice of a watermelon in heat Makes it so I can almost feel the sprinkler spraying my exposed skin Apples bring me back to mother's cooking pies in the kitchen With the carved pumpkins glowering at us from the table And winter's hearty cranberries remind me once more That food is not merely just a thing A source of energy, A pleasure. But a memory too Of togetherness
I.love.this. I wish I had written something like this. It's far more global than any idea I had and I really like that because it feels big, like it touches a lot of people.
After being poked and prodded all day my results came back; I was allergic to pretty much everything. By the time the doctor was done talking to me, my diet was limited to every healthy and tasteless food I could think of. I was miserable. My mother rid the house of every chip and cookie while my father tried constantly to comfort me, but nothing helped. A week into my new life style I came home to our cramped little apartment to see bags of dirt and long, thin boxes. When I asked my dad what was going on her just smiled knowingly and told me to ask my mother, she was out in the balcony. I dropped my backpack on the floor and went to find her. She stood by the railing with a watering can in hand. Upon seeing me, she smiled brightly and motioned towards the long boxes that hung from the railing. She had planted vegetables and herbs for me because she wanted me to enjoy the foods I could eat. At first I was skeptical, but now I have fresh carrots, tomatoes, cilantro, and mint growing right outside my window. Eating health never tasted so good.
last night I lonesome had
ReplyDeleteirresistible urge to eat kiwi
craving a taste of kai kiwi
the earth is giver of all life
from the soil comes food
native foods New Zealand
that same food is cooked
in oven beneath the earth
but expatriate here will find
no hangi traditional feast
nor any food of home forest
stream sea or gardens kiwi
years since eaten white bait
fresh silver jewels of Buller
River in my far home town
kumara tasty potato sweet
no traditional delicacies
grace my table no hangi
cooked meat vegetables
placed on bed hot stones
in bottom of dug hangi
hole no birds fish kiwi
wild herbs roots mixed
no food cloth covered
before mound of earth
traps heat around food
Maori tourism visitors
eat as guests hangi food
no taewa tutaekuri pass
lips deep purple potato
no rewena pararoa pass
lips potato Maori bread
my father puha gathered
a leafy vegetable green
to be found growing wild
after heavy Buller rains
kowhitiwhiti watercress
also smiling he harvested
greenlip mussels off rocks
at seashore neap low tides
greenlip mussels I ate
as kuku patties paua
from mother of pearl
shells in far away land
This is impressive! It reminds me of the work of some poet, but I totally can't remember his name right now.
Delete"Why cant I become a salad. Maybe I will become a wrap. Or maybe I will be put in a double cheese bacon burger. That would be the life. Instead I am stuck behind these rotting radishes. Yuck! Wait wait what's going on? This can't be happening the radishes there gone. Poor poor radishes... It's my turn now let's hope I have better fate then the radishes.
ReplyDeleteThey say I'm fiery
ReplyDeleteHot headed
Arrogant
That I have a heart of ice
Blank as a piece of white paper
With black holes
Of nothingness
But I know who I am
I'm sweet and kind
Delicious personality
But my exterior
The flame hair
The piercings and makeup
Just my style
Not my personality
People stop before they reach the real me
The side of me that's better than them
Before they meet the passion
That's hidden from a tough skin
They see a lie of who I really am
This is sooo cool, like the tone of the poem sounds like this person your describing is saying it. But what's it based off of?
DeleteFood has a way of making the world experience
ReplyDeleteTogetherness
With people, with nations
A way of not simply being a degradable thing,
A source of energy,
A pleasure.
But a memory too
Like how the bright scarlet of a cherry
Reminds me of home
the dripping juice of a watermelon in heat
Makes it so I can almost feel the sprinkler spraying my exposed skin
Apples bring me back to mother's cooking pies in the kitchen
With the carved pumpkins glowering at us from the table
And winter's hearty cranberries remind me once more
That food is not merely just a thing
A source of energy,
A pleasure.
But a memory too
Of togetherness
I.love.this. I wish I had written something like this. It's far more global than any idea I had and I really like that because it feels big, like it touches a lot of people.
DeleteAfter being poked and prodded all day my results came back; I was allergic to pretty much everything. By the time the doctor was done talking to me, my diet was limited to every healthy and tasteless food I could think of. I was miserable. My mother rid the house of every chip and cookie while my father tried constantly to comfort me, but nothing helped. A week into my new life style I came home to our cramped little apartment to see bags of dirt and long, thin boxes. When I asked my dad what was going on her just smiled knowingly and told me to ask my mother, she was out in the balcony. I dropped my backpack on the floor and went to find her. She stood by the railing with a watering can in hand. Upon seeing me, she smiled brightly and motioned towards the long boxes that hung from the railing. She had planted vegetables and herbs for me because she wanted me to enjoy the foods I could eat. At first I was skeptical, but now I have fresh carrots, tomatoes, cilantro, and mint growing right outside my window. Eating health never tasted so good.
ReplyDeleteThey say an apple a day,
ReplyDeleteKeeps the doctors away.
And I love apples!
So they're here to stay.
Red delicious, Granny Smith,
And peanut butter to go with.
I can't get enough of apples,
I'm on my fifth!
Adorable!
DeleteThis healthy food I like best
ReplyDeleteIs sweeter then all the rest
I like to eat it all summer long
The perfect snack you can't go wrong
It's color is juicy red
But it's best if you don't eat it in bed
It's watermelon and it's so sweet
It's my perfect summer treat.
I apologize in advance for this...
ReplyDeleteDisgusting.
Gross.
Unappetizing.
Undesired.
Unwanted.
That's me.
Left to rot in the drawer,
Picked out of every meal.
Chosen last on the party trays.
How do you think that makes me feel?
Spat out in the garbage
When mom wasn't looking.
Repulsed and disgusted
At her horrific cooking.
But maybe, just maybe
If they'd give me a chance,
They'd finally realize
I'm worth a second glance.
Dipped in dressing,
Smothered with cheese.
I taste great with pasta,
Carrots, or peas!
You can feast on me raw,
It doesn't matter to me!
Just stop being so picky.
And eat your poor broccoli!
BROCCOLI IS MY FAVORITE!
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