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Texas Roadhouse
This place is packed!
People waiting outside in the cold
People waiting inside stacked
This overcrowding is getting old!
Then my name is called out
I got a table
It's hard to hear as the people shout
I hope my waiter is able
We get the chicken fried steak
Cinnamon butter roll
Seems someone made a mistake
Taking home peanuts and more rolls was my goal
Seems the waiter is too busy with many other tables to serve
I play my trivia game and electronic golf on the table device
I just didn't have the nerve
I should have asked for more than rice
So I'll go home
Next week I'll be back
To Texas Roadhouse I will roam
To get the cheesy fries and the big ol' brownie I lack
People waiting outside in the cold
People waiting inside stacked
This overcrowding is getting old!
Then my name is called out
I got a table
It's hard to hear as the people shout
I hope my waiter is able
We get the chicken fried steak
Cinnamon butter roll
Seems someone made a mistake
Taking home peanuts and more rolls was my goal
Seems the waiter is too busy with many other tables to serve
I play my trivia game and electronic golf on the table device
I just didn't have the nerve
I should have asked for more than rice
So I'll go home
Next week I'll be back
To Texas Roadhouse I will roam
To get the cheesy fries and the big ol' brownie I lack
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Posted: Jan 28
About this poem:
Using 50 dollars of gift cards, so the meal was free, next week I'll have seven dollars to put towards the next bill.
BETTER BELLY BUSS, THAN GOOD FOOD WAS’E
(A saying of ole by a wise old sage???)
Don’t throw the remains of good food,
Don’t even store it away.
Not when it tastes so very good;
It won’t last another day.
Even if you’re filled to the brim,
Be sure to make some space.
“Better belly buss, than good food was’e”;
Don’t throw the remains of good food,
Don’t even store it away.
Not when it tastes so very good;
It won’t last another day.
Even if you’re filled to the brim,
Be sure to make some space.
“Better belly buss, than good food was’e”;
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
A Trini’s 'over-used' excuse for gluttony. (lol!)
Succulent salsa
Dicing juicy tomatoes
swollen, ripe and red
Perfect for anyone
aching to be fed
Aromatic bright limes
rinsed well and wiped clean
Chopping cilantro, jalapenos,
onions, and peppers green
Juicing half the lime
provides a little tang
Mincing in fresh garlic
tantalizing the palates of my gang
Just a teaspoon of cumin
augmenting fragrance and taste
Lastly salt and pepper
Insures no salsa goes to waste
© July 7, 2014, L. Karriem
swollen, ripe and red
Perfect for anyone
aching to be fed
Aromatic bright limes
rinsed well and wiped clean
Chopping cilantro, jalapenos,
onions, and peppers green
Juicing half the lime
provides a little tang
Mincing in fresh garlic
tantalizing the palates of my gang
Just a teaspoon of cumin
augmenting fragrance and taste
Lastly salt and pepper
Insures no salsa goes to waste
© July 7, 2014, L. Karriem
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
This poem was for the following poetry contest (which I won a silver medal for). Yay!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Contest / Cook Me A Meal. Chef!
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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.
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 in the bin
Recycle they say don't throw it away
Eat it straight away
Food goes off so you throw it away
Life a burden you shop each day the toil on your back the food you carry away in that sack
You long for a car a bike you go on a bus to carry it in life's a burden but we all ways need that bag to carry are shopping in
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 in the bin
Recycle they say don't throw it away
Eat it straight away
Food goes off so you throw it away
Life a burden you shop each day the toil on your back the food you carry away in that sack
You long for a car a bike you go on a bus to carry it in life's a burden but we all ways need that bag to carry are shopping in
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Posted: Apr 2021
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Fast Food
Fish is what I eat now on Fridays
I went to the bowling alley and ate some fish, waffle fries, coleslaw and
Macaroni and cheese
I have eaten out at various fast food places since I could drive
Taco John's being my first from 1986 to around 1990
Then it was Burger King
I have since broadened my choices to include McDonald's
Hardee's(which I worked at from 1988-1993)
Sonic, KFC(formerly known as Kentucky Fried Chicken before 1991)
Dunkin Donuts, Subway, and China Buffet
The healthiest has to be China Buffet
I don't really rank any of them as good paying as I made 3.35 to 4.65
At Hardee's
I guess it's kind of like playing video games
I know it's bad for me, but it makes me feel good
I went to the bowling alley and ate some fish, waffle fries, coleslaw and
Macaroni and cheese
I have eaten out at various fast food places since I could drive
Taco John's being my first from 1986 to around 1990
Then it was Burger King
I have since broadened my choices to include McDonald's
Hardee's(which I worked at from 1988-1993)
Sonic, KFC(formerly known as Kentucky Fried Chicken before 1991)
Dunkin Donuts, Subway, and China Buffet
The healthiest has to be China Buffet
I don't really rank any of them as good paying as I made 3.35 to 4.65
At Hardee's
I guess it's kind of like playing video games
I know it's bad for me, but it makes me feel good
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Posted: Mar 2021
About this poem:
Sonic tonight!
theoretical physics
cambridge on a sunny morn
a professor deep in thought
a quasi quantum quandary
his mind now overwrought
now the kernel of dilemma
the cause of his unease?
with fish and chips for dinner..
should I go with mushy peas?
symbiotic clarity
coupled with his fate
yet the "mushyness" of peas
was abhorrent to his plate
order over chaos
his findings quite profound
yet a theorist
must work backwards
to a premis pure and sound
he expressed as a formula
elegant and wise
he wrote it on a post-it note
and sent it to the guys
twenty minutes later
his mobile broke the breeze
and a tired gruff glaswegian cried:
" I cannot read Chinese!"
a professor deep in thought
a quasi quantum quandary
his mind now overwrought
now the kernel of dilemma
the cause of his unease?
with fish and chips for dinner..
should I go with mushy peas?
symbiotic clarity
coupled with his fate
yet the "mushyness" of peas
was abhorrent to his plate
order over chaos
his findings quite profound
yet a theorist
must work backwards
to a premis pure and sound
he expressed as a formula
elegant and wise
he wrote it on a post-it note
and sent it to the guys
twenty minutes later
his mobile broke the breeze
and a tired gruff glaswegian cried:
" I cannot read Chinese!"
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Posted: Apr 2020
Post CommentParty
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 party
And find a quiet place
Where an eagle's cry
Doesn't mean tears
Doesn't mean fears
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 party
And find a quiet place
Where an eagle's cry
Doesn't mean tears
Doesn't mean fears
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Posted: Apr 2020
Post CommentCold Turkey
I raised my own turkey one year,
to be part of our Yuletide fare,
he lived in the house like a pet,
and we spared no expense on his care.
When it came to the fateful day,
for the gathering to be fed,
it was with a heavy heart,
I took an axe and cut off his head.
Then, on the very next day,
half asleep in my favourite chair,
his spirit appeared right before me,
the turkey’s ghost on the stair.
And now every year at Christmas,
since through that bird’s neck I sliced,
my turkey comes back to haunt me,
in the form of a poultrygeist.
to be part of our Yuletide fare,
he lived in the house like a pet,
and we spared no expense on his care.
When it came to the fateful day,
for the gathering to be fed,
it was with a heavy heart,
I took an axe and cut off his head.
Then, on the very next day,
half asleep in my favourite chair,
his spirit appeared right before me,
the turkey’s ghost on the stair.
And now every year at Christmas,
since through that bird’s neck I sliced,
my turkey comes back to haunt me,
in the form of a poultrygeist.
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Posted: Dec 2019
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Be-Twixed
She grabbed me around my thick long stem
I began melting in her hand
She dragged me to her dungeon cave
Where I was to obey her every command
She stripped away my golden wrap
While gazing at me with desire
I was so scared & a virgin too
In my ecclesiastical attire
She pressed her luscious lips against me
Licking, nibbling with excitement & glee
Submitting & surrendering my very self to her
Biting paraphilia, idiosyncrasy.
She made me what I am today
Yet I'm glad that I was born
An empty wrapper thrown away
Devoid of chocolate, all tattered & torn.
I began melting in her hand
She dragged me to her dungeon cave
Where I was to obey her every command
She stripped away my golden wrap
While gazing at me with desire
I was so scared & a virgin too
In my ecclesiastical attire
She pressed her luscious lips against me
Licking, nibbling with excitement & glee
Submitting & surrendering my very self to her
Biting paraphilia, idiosyncrasy.
She made me what I am today
Yet I'm glad that I was born
An empty wrapper thrown away
Devoid of chocolate, all tattered & torn.
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
How do you like your chocolate?
Sweet nothings
If "somedays" were sprinkles and cherry toppings,
And 'probably" was icing on cake,
Then I'd spend everyday just stuffing my face,
Gorging my worries away,
If "if's" and "but's" were candy and nuts,
And "maybe's" were peaches on cream,
If every "almost" was cinnamon toast,
Oh what a world it would be...
And 'probably" was icing on cake,
Then I'd spend everyday just stuffing my face,
Gorging my worries away,
If "if's" and "but's" were candy and nuts,
And "maybe's" were peaches on cream,
If every "almost" was cinnamon toast,
Oh what a world it would be...
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
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