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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2023 08:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • sorenbarrett

    The falseness of convienience. Addatives, canned, bottled, bagged, frozen plasticised. Fake nutrition not only in food but relationships and anything that was real. I'm not even sure what is real anymore. Ah but for a ripe peach from the tree. Heaven forbid, it might not be clean or have a worm.

    • arqios

      So true Soren. I remember even getting quite troubled by Soylent Green when it first came out.

      • sorenbarrett

        Yea that thought still troubles me.

      • 2781

        I have a saying: Killed by Coles.

        • arqios

          oh makes one wonder if Woolies is any better 😀

          • 2781

            Nope.

            • arqios

              din't think so

              • 2781

                Good afternoon

                • arqios

                  and to you, g'day!

                • Bella Shepard

                  I'm old enough to remember real food; grown in the yard, washed, cooked and happily eaten. somewhere in that future of synthisized food no one will ever know the delight of tasting a lucious, ripe tomato or plucking an apple right from the tree and eating it in the orchard. Much food for thought here dear poet, no pun intended.

                  • arqios

                    Snacking in the orchard, like a self serve wonderland and homegrown mealtime preparation is one of my dearest childhood memories. Thanks kindly.

                  • Neville

                    No point looking at me .. I'm pickled .. a circumstance preserved for the overprivileged but internally grateful

                    • arqios

                      ...here's looking at them, Kid. To have a choice is awesome. Pickling can be fun!

                    • L. B. Mek

                      (soaked in brine
                      soar tinged flavours of sunshine
                      seeking respite,
                      timid flavour
                      teeming with juicy vivaciousness
                      trimmed of skin and pride,)
                      displayed side by side, they await
                      that lid opening of demise
                      where their worth, will be realised
                      at their food chain, fated
                      tepid ending

                      • arqios

                        A tepid ending that in its time and course fertilise the next batch of edibles we may assume. Love your poetic response! That's the poetic song and dance right there.

                        • L. B. Mek

                          thanks for sharing
                          your inspirational poetry
                          and inspiring me, kind Poet
                          what a gift to receive



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