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Hey guys!
Does anyone happen to know of any food poems that are at least 20 lines long and was published in a book, magazine, or newspaper?
Thanks!

2007-03-08 15:53:35 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

5 answers

Onion,
luminous flask,
your beauty formed
petal by petal,
crystal scales expanded you
and in the secrecy of the dark earth
your belly grew round with dew.
Under the earth
the miracle
happened
and when your clumsy
green stem appeared,
and your leaves were born
like swords
in the garden,
the earth heaped up her power
showing your naked transparency,
and as the remote sea
in lifting the breasts of Aphrodite
duplicating the magnolia,
so did the earth
make you,
onion
clear as a planet
and destined
to shine,
constant constellation,
round rose of water,
upon
the table
of the poor.

You make us cry without hurting us.
I have praised everything that exists,
but to me, onion, you are
more beautiful than a bird
of dazzling feathers,
heavenly globe, platinum goblet,
unmoving dance
of the snowy anemone

and the fragrance of the earth lives
in your crystalline nature.

-- Pablo Neruda, "Ode to an Onion"

2007-03-08 17:49:39 · answer #1 · answered by francine_pershing 1 · 0 0

Mummy Slept Late and Daddy Fixed Breakfast

Daddy fixed the breakfast.
He made us each a waffle.
It looked like gravel pudding.
It tasted something awful.

“Ha, ha,” he said, “I’ll try again.
This time I’ll get it right.”
But what I got was in between
Bituminous and anthracite.

“A little too well done? Oh well,
I’ll have to start all over.”
THAT time what landed on my plate
Looked like a manhole cover.

I tried to cut it with a fork:
The fork gave off a spark.
I tried a knife and twisted it
Into a question mark.

I tried it with a hack-saw.
I tried it with a torch.
It didn’t even make a dent.
It didn’t even scorch.

The next time Dad gets breakfast
When Mommy’s sleeping late,
I think I’ll skip the waffles,
I’d sooner eat the plate!

by John Ciardi

From YOU READ TO ME, I'LL READ TO YOU. Philadelphia: Lippincott. Reprinted. New York: HarperTrophy, 1987.

2007-03-09 04:00:01 · answer #2 · answered by laney_po 6 · 0 0

Dover Beach, The Prisoner of Chillon

2007-03-14 16:24:52 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Food is god

for poor people...!

God is not

Only food...

Rich home

Dog is eat

Nice food...

That food is god...?

yes that also

A god...

Good food is

God...

What is good food...?

Given good health

Always good food...

So...

Non veg

Or veg...

Every good food

Is god...

Simply sit

Silentely eat food

With out hot

And cool drinks...

Food is not only

Poor's god...

With each and

Every one also

food is god...

Give respect and

Take food...

Happley too try too

Thank for god...!
---otteri selvakumar

2007-03-16 04:31:22 · answer #4 · answered by sweety 2 · 0 0

Go to poetry.com & theyre published.

2007-03-14 16:06:36 · answer #5 · answered by bubba23111 3 · 0 0

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