Food for Thought

I will give you
And honeymadesun

I will give you
And midnightplums

I will give you
And greenaubergines
With bananasmiles

I will give them to you
Cook me a poem


Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

I know that you understand french so a post a french poem. I don't remember if i post it on my blog or not. This is an old one poem i wrote a not so sad day.

Amour du temps passé, amour envollé.
Mon coeur blessé ne fait que saigner.
Loin de moi tu t'es envollé.
Depuis mon coeur est exangue a force de saigner.

Que ne donerais-je pas pour t'emmené loin des hommes,
Loin des loups et autres prédateurs des gens heureux.
Rien de plus qu'un rêve fou en somme.
Je n'ai rien que des souvenirs malheureux.

Tu restes dans mon coeur et dans mon âme,
Quelque soit le temps, et la distance,
L'on va toujours ou nous guide notre âme,
même si l'on doute d'avoir une chance.

Même si l'on doute de récolté ce que l'on sème,
On revient toujours vers ceux que l'on aime.

I hope you enjoy it. Bye. Take care of yourself.

10:01 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

What a delicious gift! Such playful kindness. Wonderful poem. Thank you.

I don't know if you got my message. I have added you to my links. Welcome aboard. I love your poems. AND...you love cats. *smile*

(P.S. - Wonderful french poem above. I speak just a bit and was thrilled to read it.)

12:21 AM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

charmingly done, again! no need to cook for you, you breathe poetry.
(btw, Ive linked you, hope u don't mind. do visit my blog again!)

8:15 AM  
Blogger NicoleBraganza said...

That was clever! If only it were that simple, eh?

La poesie est très romantique, n'est ce pas?

11:16 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

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6:31 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Carba your poem is beautiful, though very sad, I'm glad you are happy now, thankyou for sharing it, love the part about always returning to those you love.

Q Neetee yes I did and I'm really happy thank-you, one of my cats is helping me type this by blocking out the moniter with his tail, he knows I am trying to express how useful this is by moving him onto my lap so he returns faithfully each time, and he doesn't aprove of my spelling either as he has added the word ghyb, I am too stupid to understand the importance of this word, which he knows but perhaps it is a special message for your cats.

Shubhodeep feel free and thank-you
Nicole if only and Oui, la poesie est très romantique, et aussi très triste.

6:43 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

And of course your cat is right, this poem is truly ghyb.
genuine.heights (of)your. brilliance!!

11:32 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

So sensual and succuelent. I wish I had a pot for cooking poems, and better yet, a book of recipes. Great poem, sue.

5:46 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Patry thank-you I'll send you a metaphorical one, the good thing about a poem is the ingredients are always words but the result always different

CJ I didn't know you spoke cat he he

2:28 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

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11:56 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

When you talk about poem, you take the word from my mouth. They talk about love and the sadness we have sometimes. From times to times when we wrote, we give a part of us into it. When i said "from times to times" you can read "practically each times". That's why i enjoy writing even if i don't put on the net each time.


12:00 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

Feline expert me. Got degrees.O levels. And Bovine, Lapine, Equinine and, 'Rowlwoof', cannine!

9:50 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Carba, yes it is good to sort your feelings out by wrighting them down, then as you say you can revisit the part of you you left behind

5:42 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

CJ you managed a degree in cat
Me-how? Perhapse you can warn me about any future cat-astrophees

5:44 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

This is my kind of kitchen, Sue but your special magic makes it exceptional! Cat-astrophies, aren't they found somewhere near the cat-colons?

1:16 AM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Sue, I cooked you a poem! I just posted it.

4:25 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Very interesting pot purri ... sparking off many thoughts.

1:10 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I ate all these things just now, just to see what would happen. Here are my stomach's results:


2:00 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

I made an other poem for your cooking time. I hope you enjoy it. I bring a part of my sadness and a part of my hope into it. I made it in french.

Que la lune bleue éclaire en cette heure,
L'espoir que me laisse ma torpeur.
Que n'ai-je pas, en cette vie, souffert,
Je n'ai que faire de cette vie de fer.

Que la lune bleue veille en cette heure,
Car mon bonheur demeurre.
Que n'ai-je espéré ce bonheur qui vient,
mais puis-je le réclamer comme mien?

Que la lune bleue pleure en cette heure,
Car le malheur demeurre en mon coeur.
Que ne dois-je souffrir de voir les autres en pleurs.
Comment puis-je en les regardant le dire heureux?

Que la lune bleue m'aide en cette heure,
A les aider a trouver leurs bonheurs.
Mais qui suis-je pour les aider?
Je ne suis qu'un humain déjà oublié.

Take care of yourself. I hope to read you soon.

10:52 PM  
Blogger Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

I particularly smile at the end of each verse "honeymadesmiles", "midnightplums" and "Bananasmiles." Enjoyable word stew. :)

SilvermOOn aka Green-Eyed Lady

4:11 AM  
Blogger Amie said...

oooh yummylicious! (he he he is there such a word?)

4:22 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Great poem Russel, can I post it here too?

Carba, great cooking under the blue moon

A May you return with them soon

Finn that looks a little like indigestion, be carful of the consenents

Green eyed lady I think that' what made the banana smile

Amie if you said it it must be true

7:08 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Sure Sue, post away with my best wishes!

1:36 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Russel's Poem
Smile fruit with remember potato

for Sue

So the ham and cheese morning rests on the little it knows.
Angels gather together in the kitchen of dreams
Not slick and stainless, tile and grout,
But close and crowded, clean and lean.

It was so unexpected, that kitchen, practically over lake waters.
In the weakening summer sprinkled with Dutch rain
It climbed the narrow stairway to the sky,
One leg in Eden the other in the deepening water out from the shore.

The handfuls of gadgets were home at last, having found one another.
In another room sat Montaigne scratching that itch,
Ready with manuscript to go to the Voorschorterlaan Station with
The press already rolling like a subway on its track to London.

Kitchens should always speak Nedderlander above the tree tops
High where the best fruit grows.

4:14 PM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Ooooooh! What a happylicious chocolateysyrup yummyscrumptious poem!!!
You make me as happy as can be! and tell your cat..tnaih qui!! :))

What fantastic paintings! You really must teach me how to do them Sue! Thank you!

5:46 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

Oi! Yorkshire.
Where's the new stuff????

5:23 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Pins the cat said ghrty, and your drawings are great

CJ sorry been essayed up to the hilt will be posting soon

5:43 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Wonderful! This made me break into a very big honeymadebananaauberginesmile!

7:20 PM  
Blogger Arthur/Nurikane said...

Sue, this is the yummiest poem I've read. Oh, sorry for calling you Sarah! I just fell in love with that name. :D

2:55 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Moose then it was worth every hoeybrickbanana of it

Arthur, don't worry, don't give it another thought, I just thought I'd better mention it

6:58 PM  

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