Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.
Topic : Write a poem inspired by a favorite meal, last meal or "last supper."
Form : Any
Line requirements: Eight or more.
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
My wife sitting next to me
not even looking, uncertain
she even hears me. My eldest
daughter next to her though
staring, quiet, expectant.
No reason to panic, or move.
My boy directly across from me,
Uneasy glances to his sisters
on either side, my youngest
clinking silverware, shuffling peas.
What have I done for this image
burned into my last moments.
Contempt? Hatred? This is my blood,
and as I'm giving up, the maitre d,
lifting from behind, heaving his fists
into my chest, ribs cracking,
for a tiny projectile shrimp, to arc
a path into the scattered dishware.
Oh my God, how worried they were,
so glad I made it, they couldn't live
without me. How wrong they are.
Someone placed sandwiches on Vladimir Lenin's head celebrating the suspect.
Two bombs under the bread placed by two standout brothers from China filled the city with satire. Everything’s better nearly a year after between two slices of downtown with San Antonio reduced to a 4.5-ton Reuben. The Tao is in custody.
11-07-2023, 05:44 PM (This post was last modified: 11-07-2023, 05:46 PM by RiverNotch.)
Winter for a star
is a great flash of light
scattering the soot
of its billion-year burn,
only if no hole
in time forms where it died
then its dust may coalesce
into another spark,
another ring of rock,
another chance for life---
When the moon, for as long
as her brother, sheds her light
and the grape gathers juice
from its vine, then the plough
may begin to break the earth
and the grains of wheat may fall
to decompose their shells
and let their shoots arise.
All creation is involved
in the milling of the flour
and the baking of the bread,
in the pressing of the fruit
and fermenting of the wine:
My Last Supper of November 6th 2023 is lentils and
brown basmati rice seasoned with a couscous spice
mixture (cumin, hungarian paprika - don't use U.S.
"paprika" which is a tasteless red powder, barely
Suitable for use as food coloring), turmeric, ginger,
a tiny, tiny amount of cinnamon, lots of fresh onions,
and, of course, garlic powder which goes in everything
except the chocolate I make from Droste Dutch cocoa
Powder, powdered sugar (easily made by grinding
regular sugar in my coffee grinder), salt, and light
olive oil (cocoa butter is the legit stuff, especially if
you want chocolate that doesn't melt at room
Temperature, but light olive oil tastes divine and works
well as long as you keep the chocolate in the refrigerator
and only take it out to eat it). But back to the last supper
of November 6th 2023 and the lentils and rice which,
Since I'm lazy, makes up about a quarter of the calories
in my diet which is just fine and healthy considering
most of the world runs on legumes and either rice, corn,
or wheat. I used to mostly use beans instead of lentils
But they took so long to cook and I've gotten lazier over
the years and lentils cook even faster than rice so I
switched to mostly lentils until I discovered that you can
put beans in that coffee grinder and you can make bean
Meal that cooks even faster than lentils and is great but
they're not present at the last supper of November 6th
2023 because it's lentils and rice. The last supper of
November 6th 2023 was not attended by the eight cats
Because cats do not recognize lentils and rice as actually
being food. Of course my dog loves it and he's a polite
dog and waits patiently on the floor for his bowl of it so he's
a bona fide attendee. That the cat's are not participating is
A blessed thing since there's no place in the house, even
the ceiling, that cats can't get onto and make a mess of.
So yes, the last supper of November 6th 2023 precludes
a Judas Iscariot-like figure because no cats are present.
I've always thought, along with a zillion other people, that
Judas got a bad rap since Christ made him do it. But
there's a zillion, zillion other people that get crazy and hurt
themselves turning logical handsprings when it comes to
God being both good and evil. But that's the mistake these
people made when they moved over from multiple Greek
gods to an all-powerful singular one. With the Greek gods
if evil happens it's just one of the gods fighting one of the
Others. But with a single god you get sidetracked with that
super-hero/super-villain superimposition. A single god needs
to make red and white striped asparagus appear green. But
never mind all that, it's the last supper of November 6th 2023
And I'm having my last supper of November 6th 2023 savoring
a big bowl of lentils and rice while simultaneously believing
several independently contradictory things (Douglas Adams
reference) which makes the whole damn thing okay.
- - -
My lentils and rice:
image: Wikimedia Commons
The lentils and rice photo above was stolen from Wikimedia Commons.
My lentils and rice looks more like Oliver Twist's workhouse porridge...
But it tastes great, honest to god, it tastes great.
Attendees of The Last Supper:
It is claimed that Mary Magdalene was an apostle and was present at the
last supper. And that she is not listed among the people at the table in
any of the four gospels that name the apostles because mentions of her
as an apostle were systematically expunged in the second and third centuries.
There are also claims of a much older diminution of women. In the times of
the canonization of the Old Testament, the trinity, it is claimed, originally
consisted of the father, the mother, and the son; but was altered, for similar
reasons, to the father, the holy spirit, and the son. The Catholic church, to this day,
has to constantly suppress sects within the church that worship Mother Mary as
an equal to God the Father and God the Son.
These are obviously conspiracy theories propagated by satanic feminist witches.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
There's nothing like a corned beef hash
to soothe a soul on winter nights.
Those fatty strings of meat with mash
say nothing's like a corned beef hash.
Though any meal would be a smash
when Mother gets the gravy right,
there's nothing like her corned beef hash
to soothe this soul this winter night.
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