Food Trough of Dancing Buffet
is what it takes.. to fuel a 232 LB
body through.. distance and space..
in Martial Arts.. Ballet style all around
the metro area world.. 3714 miles now..
approaching 22 months.. in serious ART..
of both fun.. and more athletic abilities that
are required even in sports.. overall.. at least…
Nah.. the questions come.. is it LSD.. Cocaine..
Molly/DMT.. or even Mushrooms that one smokes..
but oh no.. it is the “Ryan’s Buffet”.. Casino Buffets..
that yes.. do replace at least 6,000 calories burning
for 9 miles on Saturday on Casino BLVDS.. and a real
dance of marathon for 23 miles.. at mall and beach
on Sunday.. through afternoon and evening sea
breezes.. of everything from old rock and roll
to modern electro trance music..
where i truly breeze ONE
body with air
of Beach.. warm
Gulf waters.. yes..
as similar.. walking
on water is not nearly
the feat as dancing air
on terrestrial land feet
but anyway.. without ALL
the all you-can-eat buffets..
we will surely spend more on
groceries to feed the hungry of
dance.. that raves through me from
head to toe lightening ways of energy
display… a far cry from the olden days
at Burger King.. half-a-day senior i.. at high
school.. when all my friends munch so freely
on high price fries paid for in complete by parent
allowance.. while me working as a Janitor still cannot
even afford a crispy salty delicious fry.. mouth watering
they are then.. but the benefit of now.. is fries can come
or go.. i can afford them.. and all the food i do.. makes the
dance of life.. possible.. in Nike ways of just doing flight on land!..
Ringing the Dinner Bell and bringing on the dance.. sleep.. write.. repeat..
EAT..:)
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KATiE MiA FredericK!iI 
Ha. 32 miles of dancing…or 3700, you area beast and I imagine it takes quite a few buffets to fuel that kinda energy. Not sure if I ever pointed it out, but I like the symmetry of your lines, I see a bit of an angel in this one. I will take whatever is on that first plate, and sit back and enjoy the live music.
Ah.. thanks X.. i just go with the flow.. and Love what Comes what may.. in meaning and form.. Chalices.. Bells.. Left Aligned K’s.. and oh my God even ‘PhAllic’ and ‘Vertility’ symbolism does come.. so i guess the ‘strange’ human archetypes of connections do flow AND grow through the subjective unconscious mind without conscious reflection as well…
even in word forms.. and that’s both Super Kool and proof enough of GOD
for me in the InterconnectING Relationship of all stuff in and out
of man made nature.. whether it is a computer Algorithm or
LILY OF THE NILE NAMED LILITH.. HEHE.. 911.. or what
not.. when the Nile floods.. as well with THOTH AND ALL..
Mysterious.. poetry can be VERY MYSTERIOUS..:)
SMILES.. and see you over at your place..
when i get back from pecking on this
frigging smart phone.. with
fingers not cut
out for THAT..;)
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A prayer for me for food in blessings is a photo of the food to savor forever on blog way.. out to eat.. for close to two years now.. from recovering from shut-in illness without ever a out on the town dinner.. for 5 years.. yes.. just out on the town blessing.. but never the less…. one day just for fun i might make a blog blessings photo collage of two years of out to eat meals to appreciate that.. even MORE AS BLESSINGS.. i suppose there is around 100 photos of meals to discover on my blogs or more.. but it takes a lot of fuel to power 232 LBS in 32 miles of dance last weekend so that is where i take inspiration for this general theme of food.. it is a very interesting prompt and will be back to read and comment on all after getting back from town..:)
I loved the flow of this exquisite piece 😀
Hi Sanaa Rizvi.. thanks for stopping by with a visit.. and those are very nice words of appreciation.. flow is my favorite thing in life..as it goes on forever now.. more..:)
Hope your nows are great as well.. in flow too..:)
293 golden fried, perfectly ripe, packed with protein words; poetics slimmed down, & great shaping of the lines/stanzas/ideas–very much aligned with the dVerse prompt/ food porn imagery married to manic & muscular willful ballet, martial arts, & dance. You persevere, seem to thrive, push on into your own parameters, continue to amaze; with one video & 25 images, but no cats, gulls, backyard or Katrina; damn.
Hi Glenn.. interesting how those salty crisp delicious fries mean so much as a Senior in high school in exquisite taste for fries.. but when it is Steak and Ice Cream everyday.. the fries just don’t mean as much…
I keep pushing the envelope to keep life fresh.. to do things the same way.. is when the fries get stale.. and lately food has lost some of that old appeal to me.. and become more of a chore for calories than taste.. bulking on the calories..in a buffet is not nearly the experience and taste of a fine serving restaurant.. but those plates just do not go far enough.. for bulky dance.. so the calories keep coming in like a gas pump buffet..:)
I watch your comments on other folks sites.. and I marvel at your memory for detail and your obvious open mind to all the flavors that poetry comes in..
I learn from that.. but i don’t have the practice yet.. to remember all the fine details and nuances of poetry the way you do.. in written expression.. as you certainly are a ‘poetry savant’ at that…
And the best thing is you find sincere ways to encourage and inspire folks.. and i can’t think of any greater talent of any coach of life than that..:)
As always.. thank you..:)
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Quote:
“Life is What YOU Make it”
Is it possible; yes.
Is it easy; hell no.
Been to both places;
possible is the hardest place of all;
But worth all the hard every now; as
truly it is a practice within; and not
one administered by culture or any
one else but me; but I cannot speak
for anyone
BUT
ME;
AS I’VE BEEN TO both places now;
and the me before; wouldn’t know
me, if me then met me now. Change
is possible; both negative or positive.
Truly, at least for me; it mirrors the
Matrix fictional myth almost eye to eye;
but after all, the Matrix is based on all
world philosophies of what DOES WORK
IN LIFE; To be ‘Neo’ is always to BE FREE..:)
I am the director, producer, and actor of my
OWN DAM PLAY; most everyone else and
culture as whole will employ one to their
way if allowed. I make the rules now;
’cause i can; from emotional
regulation to sensory
integration through
exquisite focus
and greater
short term
working memory; along with
controlling brain waves sliding smoothly
to theta wave state for creativity to dancing
in the snow in my underwear; where I control
body temperature and the climate where i live
never controls me now; in either rains or snows..:)
Yes, Possible; not easy; but never the less possible and REAL
as Neo come to life for the first time ever then and Now, and Same and Sane..:)
OH GOD; AMEN.
I WAS evaluated by doctors
as worse OFF THAN most
Nursing home patients at age 80.
I was beyond repair by these doctors; and considered a lost cause.
I could not move without almost passing out; even raising my arms in air.
No therapy or drug was offered that could touch the misery of type two Trigeminal
Neuralgia; the worst pain known to mankind named the suicide disease from
wake to sleep.
Dysautonomia, a so-called incurable condition where the nervous system no
longer controls the heart rate and blood pressure in autonomic sync; Fibroymyalgia;
Sjogren Syndrome where eyes quit making tears like swimming with eyes open
in salt water; Spinal Stenosis and Severe Degenerative Arthritis associated
with a congenitally fused C-6 vertebrae; and congenitally blocked sinuses
in septal way from birth where the ENT asked me how the hell have you
breathed through the course of all your life (duh; through my mouth);
yes; that is related to the Trigeminal Neuralgia as well; it gets
complicated as doctors don’t even know fully how it comes or
goes; and yeah other stuff like PTSD; Anhedonia; Alexithymia;
Severe Depression; Severe Anxiety; Coat Hanger Pain;
ADHD; PDD NOS aka Asperger’s in Sweden
in Gillberg Criteria with language delay
until age 4; and problems with both
written and oral communication
most all my life;
and oh folks
mistook me for
female at age 13
or so; what THE F
does a person do
about that;
OG if it wasn’t
for BELIEF IN
WHATEVER THE
F I CAN DO
DOES COME
TRUE; THE
REAL emotions
of faith; hope; and
an overall TRUTH OF
HIGHER HUMAN POTENTIAL
of relative free will; I will
still be sitting in my underwear all shut-in and permanently disabled behind this frigging
computer, instead of living large; leg pressing 930 LBS with my arms raised in air on parallel
leg press machine that is twice as hard as vertical leg press machine; like no man in the entire
world can do on YOU TUBE; nicely illustrated 14 times with a quote of ‘930LBS leg press’ searchable
on YOUTUBE; and then there is two blog posts found similar with quotes named ‘God’s Muse of
Dance’ and ‘666 Months of Dance’ illustrating well over 300 gorgeous women smiling ear to
ear with me by the muse of dance I bring to them; named by THEM AND OTHERS in titles
of human ranging from Boss of Dance to Hero of Dance to Legend of Dance to the
my most latest favorite one of SPIRIT ANIMAL; by two of the newer lovely girls
I do inspire in their young life freer; And yes, 3714 miles of dance walk all
over my metro area in all the public stores; as documented on my blogs
on a daily; 22 months; empirically measured by Nike GPS sports watch;
and to top it off I am the only middle aged male anywhere in the
world to do all new age Renaissance Male Selfie Nude ART;
freer than most males can imagine in their life;
to share as well with all my friends in the
dance of FREEST HUMAN LIFE;
YES; HELL YES; ‘LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT’
But NO hell NO; it ain’t easy; there are no
CLEAR INSTRUCTIONS; and perhaps others
will have to go to REAL HUMAN Hell before
they can make their life a miracle as I irrefutably
evidence, I have in all natural HUMAN WAY; There
is a higher power of GOD that does exist in humans;
and perhaps the only true chosen ones are the JOBS OF LIFE..:)
To be clear this post is in direct communication to my friend up there
who never gives up either and most importantly BELIEVE IN HIMSELF;
PLEASE frigging ignore it if you don’t believe in Miracles; all Natural Style;
as for the chosen ones of life who do BELIEVE; MIRACLES DO COME TRUE..:)
And to crystal clear; GOD IS ALL THAT IS OF NATURE; ALL REAL ALL THE TIME..:)
Oh yeah; by the way Spider Man exists; in metaphor only of course, smiles;
almost anything IS possible for at least some of us; yes, mileage varies there
is no Fair in one life;
as far as I know; sad for others
about that; but yes, i for one have
found the secrets of life; mastered
them; and prospered more than any
dream I can imagine, sitting behind this
computer like ‘Breaking Bad’ without METH..:)
It is possible; but not likely for everyone;
All that is left is hope, faith, and belief;
real emotions; that emote positive
action for those
who can master
THAT..:)
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Ah.. the Fried Green Tomatoes of life.. tangy and crisp.. tomatoey and fresh..
but ugh.. slimy too.. like okra slices of life.. oh.. i still try them now and
then.. as the movie is too good to pass them up in nostalgia of taste..:)
Ah.. the silky smooth jellowee tongued peach of processed way..
but ooh.. that fine fur just rubs my tongue raw.. in fresh
peach way.. strawberry goosebumps do arise
in peachy clean ways of rubbing nose..
juicy yes.. and acidic oh!..:)
OMG.. potatoes.. the most boring staple of life of all..
when served plain of course.. but oh goodness.. the creamy
sour and buttery bacon delights and so much more
that can be added in on vanilla
potatoes
of
life..:)
Oh my.. dates remind me of eating cockroaches for some strange
reason.. never eat those cockroaches by the way..
but still the dates break apart in this spiny
leg way.. that remind
me of hind quarters
of cockroaches
come loose
in my
mouth and ooh..
if i ride a roller coaster
after eating bacon wrapped
‘roach legs’.. i don’t wanna know
what comes next.. and know you don’t either..
smiles.. dates or not.. now is good.. no dates for me.. but thanks..:)
Ah.. food.. predictable and delicious… fruit of humans
not always fresh.. nor vegetables of eyes..
crisp and clear.. it’s like pets..
food is always there for us..
no matter what..
humans
not so
clear..
or crispin
delicious
uncondition
Ally
loving
food
and pets..:)
Ah.. decadent dreams of deep dark chocolates do relate..
fantasies.. of delightful melting Easter bunny
coating nests of bunnies..
with eggs uphold first
in chocolate covered
rivers..do flow
brown
oceans of
sweetest blue..:)
OMG.. Kimchi.. Menudu..
and Chitterlings.. sounds like
a boy band trio.. of
quick steps
to the
head of
Navy language
for relief.. on both
ends of the ship..:)
Oh.. the Mac-N-Cheese of life..
a wonderful metaphor for the blanket of life..
where some folks hang in trees and other folks
are forest.. monkey see.. monkey do.. monkey hear..
i am u u or me.. we are us.. GOD are we.. hehe haha..
life’s a blast when floating on mac-n-cheese as a blanket of life..;)
Ah for me to be 5 again.. as school takes away the peachy life of freshly made
churning cream.. of river front life.. chairs of old.. flaking paint.. breeze flowing
cool humid and steamy hot.. over river dreams.. love is in the air.. in
arms of churning ones.. a peach of life.. is a cobbler road.. of yellow
brick one for me in Oz.. and yes.. finally..i freely go back..
whenever i love.. a place called home..:)
From an early age people tell me i am trash..
not even trash.. as at least trash is given careful attention..
to go to a secure place.. i suppose with all that hate i could be
a serial killer now.. after all.. i can look like the devil
as well as an angel with an instant expression of this
or that.. but NO.. Love is more powerful than
bullies seeing thin little ugly boys..
with only eyes of feminine
love and lashes.. LOVE IS
inside me growing more powerful
and powerful by the now.. then.. until
it blinds the bullies with more light
than they can stand
or fall so
they crawl
away in
darkness
and
i shine
in
dance
like
a frigging
‘Arnold’
ballet dancer
on the DRUG
OF
LOVE..
IT IS NOT often that
a poem brings tears to my
eyes but if people could see
the places i have been to they
will see more of what makes me
what i am.. the haters make me more
loving than anyone else.. the lesson of love
is tough
UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE FOR ME..:)
I AM AN ONION WITH EMPATHY PEELS
SO STRONG THAT NO ONE CAN UNRAVEL
THIS
ONION
OF
LOVE..:)
The chocolate dessert of the west knows no desert
of African way.. to love is to feel.. we are one race of love
and hunger.. to feed in mouth
and
sOul
with spiRit
of heArt as food as well..
If empathy dies.. starvation
grows.. a seed of love
is food
of life.. as WELL..
of watered LOVE..:)
Oh.. the world of home entertainment..
when stacks of potatoes of 3 channels of black and white..
grows to color.. to pong.. to Nintendo.. to XBOX LIVE! to HDTV
and 4 or whatever comes next
at BEXT BUY for CHEAP..
BUT nah.. it will never replace a time
before AC on front porch way..
with a neighborly hug..
and talk of anything
even the weather
before
weather channel way..:)
Sometimes i miss
vanilla potatoes
MORE
than all the
fixINs..:)
Ah.. soft drinks and potato chips are my dreams when young
floating on a chip of coke.. drinking and munching forever
in delight of life.. but oh no.. i drive to the bank
in hot weather over and over to see
the temperature rise on ‘cycle..
until heat exhaustion comes
and then a nightmare
of potato chip
arrives
and my
dream of chips
and coke is spoiled
forevermore.. no.. no coke..
but i still eat more than one chip..:)
Ah the dessert.. the wine.. of bright red lips..
so fine is she who delights below
is above.. mine dreams
as love defines..:)
Ah.. the food of customer service is the best taste of all..
where friendly service of pickles and lettuce
are juicer than the best
of root beer floats..
hell no when
pre-paid burgers
come.. i ain’t going..
i’ll stay at home..
with a smile or
not from dear
wife true..;)
Ah.. the diversity of food is what makes it great..
there is no more discriminating palate than
the one who enjoys all of it…:)
Ah.. Artists grow for nourishment of heArt.. where Art becomes
food for sOuls expressing spiRit deLight..
OH.. tHere is a cure for the loneLY
heaRt to ART IS food in
soUl of expressing
energy calories
of spIrit..
IN gourMet
LIGHT
and
LOVE..:)
Oh.. the farm of life.. is a nutritional one..
where all the pArts of heArt grow
as one SOUL OF Spirit of
US.. in seed of us as
all starts and ends..
WE are
the
Tree and
FREE
IN
LIFE..:)
Ah.. brown strawberries
are my favorite
so tall and perky..
a delight of tongue
and other stuff
that soothes..
a winter
soul..:)
Ah.. fresh green leaves of mango seeds..
There is no more green than
fruit of seed.. oh.. sweet
is you orange
love.. the juice
of life
is you..
my seed
of
Light.:)
Oh.. Lord..the sin of food..
so decadent is sugar
and fat.. and carbohydrates
of life.. oh but surely STRESS
KILLS.. and anything is better
than dying without a heart
in life or death..
Mother at 80.. overweight..
eats all she wants.. 300
cholesterol.. no statins..
no drugs at all..
her secret now OUT
in me TOO..
I CONTROL
MY HAPPINESS
AND NOT
commercials
of worry..
life flows from
THAT more
than
death flows
from food..:)
Note:
THAT is LOVE..:)
Ah.. the cakes of life do lend fillings of icing.. oh the icing of life..
do feel lesser cakes.. with icing.. but for me the cake and
icing can go away.. i’ll stay with the feeling..
and spank the sweet tooth.. of life..
No.. not easy to do.. sweet is sweet..:)
So true the pot luck of mama can be so sweet..
but the luck of pot holes in roads so
dark.. can stumble the strongest
of feet.. Oh.. to carry on..
in dust or not..
to pain away..
’till the sweet
pot luck of
mama
comes
again..:)
Oh goodness.. bread and wine of life
is shared innately.. no need for
books.. announcements
or special guru songs
to sing this song
of one life
of
love
for all who
come to the
communion of nature
as human and all other
animal holy sacred loving life..:)
Oh.. no.. the reality of the empty hunger of life’s cooks..
simmering a brew of delicacy to all those unsuspecting
victims of cuisine.. the cook loves without requite..
it is the journey of the meal that counts
more than the meal itself..
We need more cooks
and less diners..
i guess..:)
The culture of food is one that sticks to ribs
of nationalism.. flags fly high over
meals served special.. every
village has a menu of
humans served so
well and no
not the
Twilight
Zone
Good Book
version
of
TO
SERVE
HUMAN.. BUT
THAT too.. IS A SCI-
FI CULTURAL DISH..:)
Ah.. small town dreams of suit and tie…
drives to bigger towns with fancy pant
meals.. 4 or 5 plates more with forks
and spoons.. than Village Parkway…
A prom perhaps.. a sparkling light
experience.. shining on spoons
and moons of eyes.. in
lovely young
love.. first
captured
bright..
what
food..
what
food..
i never noticed..
the food at all..:)
this one made me hungry – and I liked the shape!
Hi Bill.. i love to make Art with my buffet food.. arranging it just ‘right’..
as i am no cook.. but still a complement of colors and shapes..
can come with food too.. and to truly make food into
art as everything else in life.. is so much dam fun..
and sharing it is just the icing on the cake..
for those who enjoy photos.. like me..
as words are truly never
my thing until being
forced into
black
and
white
print..:)
Finally i
dream in colors again..
and soul.. heArt and Spirit
has distance vision as well..:)
Hope your now is wonderful Bill..
in all the shapes that now comes..:)
I have a friend who eats her food on her plate clockwise – completely consuming each portion before touching the next. She’s a mathematician 🙂
When i am younger and much more into math
I do the same thing.. but now..
no surprise.. i mix it up..
and that’s more
fun than
clockwise
for me..:)
I couldn’t stand for
the different foods to touch
each other.. it is a miracle in itself
that i can now stomach steak in collard green juice..:)
But i have the proof.. as usual..
for the ‘naysayers’ of life..
haha!..;)
def. it needs a lot of energy to dance so many miles – and it’s so delicious that we don’t just need tasteless fuel like a car – ha
Ha! yeah.. that reminds me.. when i am super sick
with anhedonia and all of that..
my Uncle tells me..
it could be
worse.. you
could be
a seagull
and have to eat raw fish..
i’m thinking but yeah.. what about the dam flying pArt..:)
I think i would rather escape the gravity of earth.. now
that will be super cool.. sushi or not.. smiles ..:)
Be careful or they ban you at the buffet for eating too much… But moving so much you need those calories.
OH Lord.. over here in the Good Ole U.S.A. of all you can eat couch
potatoes.. that is buffet light compared to the 6 or 8 plates
of my middle 50’s peers over here..
But.. the bar named Captain Fun’s in the
photos above.. did ban me from coming
in at night.. as my dance put the crowd
into a rave frenzy that the conservative
leaning manager is terrified of.. but
I find those kind now and then..
not the rule though.. the
exception IN
FEAR OF DANCE..
it could be my size
and strength too i guess..
as it’s not often one sees
someone my size move like
i do.. the uncanny valley effect i guess
comes alive.. for the last thing anyone
would expect someone who looks like me
to do.. in the most over the top dance most anyone
has ever witnessed.. when I really get going RAVE STYLE.. SMILES..:)
But i enjoy surprising stuff; as folks get a view they’ve never experienced..:)
Apologies once more, as I can’t load all these pics and read the whole post….
Hi Dell Clover.. so nice again of you to appreciate my post with a like and take the time and effort to respond here even through your continued problems loading photos here on Word Press…
I think as i mentioned before.. I only started using Word Press at the request of dVerse folks and other Word Press readers who did not like the commenting feature of the Blogger platform with Disqus I was using at the time.. so I moved to Word Press thinking that would not affect my current readers.. but it did as they provided the same feedback you do here..
So I started a third blog.. with the regular blogger commenting feature.. with the link below to add to my first blogger blog with Disqus commenting feature.. that also speaks to the condition of Autism.. as i have been part of several online Autism communities that make up a substantial part of my readership.. as I receive anywhere from 10 to 20 times more readers on my blogger blogs on any given day.. than Word Press..:)
And even I have problems opening up Word Press with my multi-media strong poetry.. on my iPhone.. so i know it must be an issue with the Word Press Servers.. as the Blogger Blogs opens up as fast and smooth as butter.. on my iPhone.. as well as my very fast home computer and Internet set-up.. with ‘fancy iMac’ stuff..:)
Anyway.. I think last time i just mentioned that the links to this are in the right hand column of my blog.. but you may not be able to get to that if you are interested in reading any more of my blog posts.. through the current limitations.. so I am providing that directly for you below.. just in case your are interested.. and for the fact that you are kind enough to give me this feedback.. as there is usually always another answer in life that will work with technology.. as it is so diverse these days..:)
And i for one.. don’t mind finding optional ways of doing stuff to make stuff easier for folks who are not as blessed as I am with computer hardware and software at home for lightening fast Internet speed…
I cannot promise it will work but i hope it does.. if you are interested in what i do..
Have a great now.. Dell Clover.. and thanks so much for stopping by and giving me that feedback..:)
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I just didn’t want you to think I was deliberately ignoring you, disrespecting your work–I’m rather conscious of hurting everyone’s feelings. Thank you for your patience–and if I do not show up at your blog, please know it’s just a combo of tech issues and my own vision/health situation. Not about you. Thanks again–God bless you!
Thanks.. I’m conscious of that as well..:)
I know you are a sweet soul.
Thanks again..:)
Most welcome, thank you!
Ah, those all you can eat buffets… are a bit wasted on me, as I don’t think I can ever eat enough to make it worthwhile. As for those meeting of teenagers at fast food joints – why on earth did we think it was so cool back then?
Hi Marina.. this is often the case with my wife as well.. and at least for my little town.. in those days of 1977.. Burger King is the only game in town.. for teenagers to meet at… Now believe it or not Super Walmart has taken the place of that.. as the community meeting place for young and old.. as my town is more or less still a bedroom community for a larger city..:) Hope your now is going great.. and thanks for stopping by.. with smiles.. again..:)
Yummy pics…….and through food you sketched a life….
Thanks sreejaharikrishnan.. the food was definitely fun.. and yummy.. but the sketch of my life that is dance takes the cake and icing and so much more.. smiles.. and i hope you are enjoying a dance of life.. at least in metaphor.. as well.. for now..:)
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