Palate Pleaser
Love at first bite, What a scrumptious delight. Tastebuds sing as never before, Euphoria flowing from every pore. The finest, yes, the very best. Dull and tasteless all the rest. Spiced just right, sweet and tart. A taste that thrills my
fruit and wheat
true story
A Gathering We Will Go
Onto the sandy beach With salt in hand To find small holes in the sand pouring in some salt out pops a sprout That's for the pot Onto the rocks we climb A few musles we will find Walking long the beach a few clams to find Off to the ma
The McDonald's Song
Why I wrote it? Because I worked at a McDonald's in the late 60's.
what is it
Black velvet taste Like iron Frothy on top Pure white topping Creamy to taste Iron girders wihin Ice cold the best For taste Ice drew opun the lips Ice cold to the touch Black velvet Is etched on ones lips
Fast Food
Sonic tonight!
Dunno
Food for thought
Good Year Haiku
Steel glints autumn sun Golden harvest gathering This year no hunger
dill pickles
When I bite down on your plump bumpy skin, the taste of salty tang makes my soft palate sing. your crunchy style with juices oozing through the cracks of my lips. Dribbling down my chin to gently drop upon my breast. OH DILL PICKLES
NEWS
I wrote in the 90's
new and improved
it's advertising if you buy it.
That shopping bag
You carry that bag Where ever you go Full to the brim It took you to carry it contents within Why you want to burden with this stuff why you want to carry a full load You shop by day you carry your stuff away Only to chuck some straight i
My Daughter Paula when she was young
Paula used to make Kimberley sit there while she was played school teacher. She is now the Children and Teens liabrarian where we live. Paula now 23, is about to complete her degree on Humanities and Communication and has a book review site called The Phantom Paragrapher. Her writing and comments are very popular and she also writes for several online magazines. Little Miss Motivated is hailed everywhere she goes for her personality and delightful smile. If interested in her blog GOOGLE thephantomparagrapher and it will come up. p.s. Several books arrive to be reviewed everyday. She got her wish. Lol.
Party
I'd like to leave this party it's not fun anymore The buffet doesn't taste The way I remembered Food to be I'd like to leave this party Too depressed to drink Too lazy to break confinement My glass remains empty I'd like to leave this p
exception to the rule
just knowing there is a box is half the solution.
pinapple turn overs
It's a quickie
OPEN CRUSH
vintage lemonade
RACHEL
there are no numbers in this poem but i was going 2 put some in.oh well !
Succulent salsa
This poem was for the following poetry contest (which I won a silver medal for). Yay! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Contest / Cook Me A Meal. Chef! user img Rules. 1. If you use this picture as the cover place the url in your author notes. http://www.artbouillon.com/2013/12/flemish-food-art-appreciation.html 2. Cook us a meal with your words. Make us hungry. 3. You are the chef. Cook us some grub! Not cookbook style but use words so we can see like sear... words we can taste like tart .. etc 4. Write what you feel using the picture... I once got disqualified for writing a concerto in a contest because they wanted x number of lines... I write what I feel... I want you to do the same... 5. verse or free rhyme - no profanity, vulgarity, or adult stuff 6. Write from your heart... We learn from one another the only wrong you can really do as a writer is not write. 7. No negativity here. If there is a negative comment you are out... and that has never been me- Be professional and comment with encouragement. 8. Type in your author notes "I read the rules!" 9. Comment on at least two poems in the contest and post their poem url in your author notes. 10. Have fun! The picture is the prompt. Write.
THE REAL THING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O0O0O0O0O
THERE ARE NO NUMBERS IN THIS POEM,BUT I WAS GOING 2 PUT SOME IN
sheep dip !
ants on a spaceship drinking sheep dip like the odd swim in holywater,but a fox eating a snackbox walks the red carpet put out by the farmer!
BETTER BELLY BUSS, THAN GOOD FOOD WAS’E
A Trini’s 'over-used' excuse for gluttony. (lol!)