Feasting Upon Leftovers
Look,
I am broken
come
now and feed
off
what they
have left of me ..
Spent
and likewise
discarded,
I hold nothing
but
the truth ..
Feel free to
serve
me up beside
a side dish
of your
own choosing
and
then lavishly
dressed
in contempt ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe its a Poet thing .. perhaps .. 🤍
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Comments7
You aren’t a leftover poet. More the dish of the day:) Well, one of my favorites for sure Neville:) Contempt dressings or any other seasoning not required. As it comes. Serve it up:)
I found this poem amusing maybe I shouldn’t have.
You found it Cassie, that's all that matters .. and I thank you for that .. Neville
Felt like that once, but the fools at the feast didn't finish me and fermentation took hold....
There's always one isn't there & at every feast too .. Neville
Don’t know – maybe. Certainly is if I’m there… it should behove every host/hostess (although the suffix ‘-ess’ is virtually redundant in the real world - or the portion that I inhabit – It is used with frequency here; I will therefore conform for the sake of harmony) to not invite me to their dinner party in order to allow the guests to retain their wilful ignorance as they chew and imbibe……………
suffix it for effs sake .. do em all a favour 🙂
I did - read it again...... However I dunno wot it is about me... Quite possibly a short circuit in the wiring, somewhere........... But I'm happy.....
I completely understand how you feel, Neville.
its good to know we share the same corner .. ta Tom .. Neville
What's for dinner?!
And how does one make humble pie?
............................ Pray tell me do
Summat like:
A kilo of compassion
500 grams kindness
300 grams meekness
200 grams of mixture of 'not-be too-big-for-one's-boots'.
You broken? Nah, I don't believe it. There's more good in you to last 2 more lifetimes. 😜
My goodness, how kind of you AP ..
Yes, your goodness. 😁
Some peoples' "leftovers" are better than others' main courses. Like the difference between Grandma's cooking and my own. But this isn't about food, is it? Yet, love can follow the same course. In sharing the food and love, not all tastes are the same. As a poet, to keep the pen flowing, inspiration must come fresh from the oven and be served as a main and not a side. Though we may all feel like "leftovers" from time to time it's good to have a poetic side accompanying us. - Phil A.
I am extremely honoured that you should have left such a well rounded, well reasoned and insightful review note here Phil .. Many thanks indeed my friend .. Neville
You are certainly not broken Neville, your words are always so meaningful.
Keep them going.
I can always serve you a side dish filled with peace and wonder just for you.
Andy
how seemingly, unconditionally kind of you Andy .. cheers .. Neville
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