Retiring
I am too afraid
of any vice
too late to give her
that old gone heaven
I dine on a breast of mutton
all alone in the dark
Poems on the topic: dinner
Poems on the topic “dinner” on Poets.by.
Vinegar
after-dinner discourse
about how to stay lit:
the mother talking
to the wine
Piscean
an old fish
I have my dinner in a jug
talking about ice
and who will give up all
for the oven
Cruise
A borrowed voyage:
we dine and talk
and the wine is
excellent company.
Anger addict
Anger made
a good home:
come to dinner vexed
and walk on lead.
Collegial
An office dinner:
in come the oysters
with their dull company
and I am ill.
Victuals
My mind the victualer
counts my desires—
my wife at dinner
and days full of talk,
my affairs,
my colored suit.
News of our losses.
Armchair activist
I practice objection,
give ear
to an ear
to the war—
a din after dinner.
I put things in order,
content
to practice.
Invitation to the mouth
To dinner, my mouth,
to dinner I sell my mouth
(and a little supper),
to dinner, come,
live for the honor
of the open mouth!
Larks
I paid to free from a dinner dish
two dozen larks, a great company,
and all were merry.
They drank a bottle of wine, fell down,
and ate from my hand.
Nothing day
[Nothing
going to dinner to hear news to his house to my house to the coffee house
going on.]
Rites
today is the first holy day
we observe by living
almost any gland is worth a dinner
so full and so giving
who should we age into
if not a shoe
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