FOOD & POETRY

 

 

Food & Poetry go together like peanut butter and jelly and chocolate and coconut. As I was looking for simple poems to share with my tutoring students, I ran across this poem by Shel Silverstein that made me laugh. But more importantly it helped me to understand how easy it is to become so engrossed in the new do’s and don’t’s about eating food that we lose sight that food is not supposed to give us total pleasure. Food is not supposed to be our main focus in life, but for so many people food has become their god. They run to food instead of running to God to fill the emptiness inside. They think about and worship food with wild abandon. Food wasn’t meant to fill our every need. Food was meant to nourish every cell in our bodies. It wasn’t meant to fill our hearts with love.
Food

Food?
by Shel Silverstein

I was settin’ at this restaurant
When the waiter came up and said, “What do you want?”
I looked at the menu – it looked so nice
Till he said, “Let me give you a little advice.”
He said, “Spaghetti and potatoes got too much starch,
Pork chops and sausage are bad for your heart.
There’s hormones in chicken and beef and veal,
Bowl of ravioli is a dead man’s meal.
Bread’s got preservatives, there’s nitrites in ham,
Artificial coloring in jellies and jam.
Stay away from doughnuts, run away from pie,
Pepperoni pizza is a sure way to die.
Sugar’s gonna rot your teeth and make you put on weight,
Artificial sweetener’s got cyclamates.
Eggs are high in cholesterol, too much fat in cheese,
Coffee ruins your kidneys and so do teas.
Fish got too much mercury, red meat is poison,
Salt’s gonna send your blood pressure risin’.
Hot dogs and bologna got deadly red dyes,
Vegetables and fruits are sprayed with pesticides.”
So I said, “What can I eat that’s gonna make me last?”
He said, “A small drink of water in a sterilized glass.”
And then he stopped and he thought for a minute,
And said, “Never mind the water – there’s carcinogens in it.”
So I got up from the table and walked out in the street,
Realizin’ there was absolutely nothing I could eat.
So I haven’t eaten for a month and I don’t feel too fine,
But I know that I’ll be healthy for a long, long time.

If you find yourself stressing over food and what you should eat, this poem puts everything into perspective. If you are like the millions of people on this planet who can’t get from breakfast to lunch without stressing over what you ate or what you didn’t eat, take a break. Read some poetry. Laugh. Get everything in perspective. Try not to think about food every minute of the day. Get away from food. Instead of meeting your friends for coffee and snacks, meet them on a walking trail. If you’re choosing healthy Non-GMO food, relax relish in the fact that you are nourishing your cells and your body. The less we stress over our food the better our bodies can digest it.

HERE’S TO YOU DAD!

This is one of my favorite blog posts because, I wrote the poem in honor of my father, who taught me how to live, how to serve, and how to love.   This was to honor my father on Father’s Day (June 15, 2012). As I accomplish my goals, I’m reminded of my father’s words to me “You can do anything you put your mind! I’m so proud of you!” There’s never a moment when my father is not part of my thoughts, here’s to you Dad!

WHAT WILL YOU STAND FOR?

This week has me thinking not just about my father but about all the other men in my life who have left their lasting impression on me on how to live a good life. This poem is dedicated to all the men who have molded me into the person I am today. Thank you all for being a wonderful examples of living.

My Dad!

What Will You Stand For?

When your life is all said and done,

When people walk by in a file of one,

The day is streamed with cars in the morning sun,

The tears are shed, no this is not fun.

When you are dressed

In your “church-going” best

You have become the honored, silent guest

What will those people remember, in their minds, of you?

Did you fight for injustice and the lowly too?

Will your thought speak of beauty in the hidden place?

A smile that you made upon a child’s face?

Did you sit in the doorway of a wounded heart?

Or just sit and do that easy little part?

Will people see the big picture of what you did?

Or turn their heads over something you hid?

What will these people feel in their hearts, of you?

Did you help lives that were broken in two?

Did your hand comfort the wayward soul?

Did you stand in the gap of an empty hole?

Were your steps directed towards something grand?

Or did you simply draw lines in the sand?

When all is said and done,

Roses on the casket left one by one,

Time has closed the door

What will you stand for?

Laura M Jacoby

What Will You Stand For?

This week has me thinking not just about my father but about all the other men in my life who have left their lasting impression on me on how to live a good life. This poem is dedicated to all the men who have molded me into the person I am today. Thank you all for being a wonderful examples of living.

 

My Dad!

 

What Will You Stand For?

When your life is all said and done,

When people walk by in a file of one,

The day is streamed with cars in the morning sun,

The tears are shed, no this is not fun.

 

When you are dressed

In your “church-going” best

You have become the honored, silent guest

 

What will those people remember, in their minds, of you?

Did you fight for injustice and the lowly too?

Will your thought speak of beauty in the hidden place?

A smile that you made upon a child’s face?

 

Did you sit in the doorway of a wounded heart?

Or just sit do that simple little part?

Will people see the big picture of what you did?

Or turn their heads over something you hid?

 

What will these people feel in their hearts, of you?

Did you help lives that were broken in two?

Did your hand comfort the wayward soul?

Did you stand in the gap of an empty hole?

 

Were your steps directed towards something grand?

Or did you simply draw lines in the sand?

 

When all is said and done,

Roses on the casket left one by one,

Time has closed the door

What will you stand for?

 

Laura M Jacoby