Last Commented Food Poems (148)

Found you in a grocery store
all cold and dry
you put a tear in my eye
took you home cleaned you up
took you down to your skin
gave you a bath
that didn't last
couldn't stop the tears in my eyes
all red and raw
I ate you up and sucked you dry.
yellow or white I don't care
you put a tear in my eye
mouth is hot burnen me up
O'h sweet onion of mine.
I ate you million times

the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat

there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well, maybe a few more

so what's in the pot
besides some stones
to stock the soup
do you have enough
a few carrots perhaps
to share with the group

the soldiers clever
back from chaotic war
devised some psychology
to open the larders
of all the citizens
cooking up a feastology

reheated stone soup
is what can taste best
a restock to restart
and share with each other,
simmering care won't boil
it just fills the hungry hearts

© Goode Guy 2011-08-15

CupcakeS all sweet and yummy, fresh baked from the oven
with sweet smooth frosting oh so yummy it is to eat...

some like it with chocolate frosting
then others like it as it is.....

It is hard to make a mistake,
When there are so many kinds to make
And different ways to decorate,
And lots of places to take
But be careful so they do not break
And you wont have to remake
Then you can partake
Without giving yourself a headache

that is why my favorite desert is cupcakes.

the vanilla flavor it is of the taste for the liking it
is the cupcake we love to eat.....

My favorite desert is cupcakes
They are so much fun to bake

Come here a bit closer dear coffee~~~
my eyes are not so open today
I can smell you calling me the aroma
of goodness and nice~~~~

Oh how I need my coffee and need
much of it as the morning is early
and a dew has set on my yard and
a bit brisk outside as winter

Is heading to my town and it soon
will be settleing in here for a
long time so for some it may be
a cup of coffee , tea, or even
hot- chocolate~~~~

Coffee it is for me as I love my
coffee so hot to touch and sweet
as the aroma hits me wth a splash
in my smell of the good mornng America

Coffee is the friend of my soul and
will be there for each day or evening
as coffee is the greatest way of
waking up~~~~~

Pumpkins and Pumkins every where you go~~~big and small they are of all shapes it is a bright orange and round in shape to carve a face you then have a jack-o-lantern for the season and hoilday of halloween~~~

Drying out the seeds and roast them in a fry pan it makes a nice snack for the season it is halloween, with the rest of the inside's we
cook it up and use it in a PUMPKIN PIE~~~~

Just one single egg and a handful or so of the inside of a pumpkin about one-cup of it and some sugar and one can of what they call it
condensed milk, and some pumpkin pie spice a pinch or so of that
little bit of ginger and mix it all up together then do not forget the sexy baker she is ~~~~

To use a favorite choice of pie crust pour the pumpkin mix into the crust and bake for about 45 to 60 minutes and wa wa you have a yummy
PUMPKN PIE~~~~~~~~

Best of all you want to top the pie with cool whip or some favorite vanilla ice-cream to top the pie off yum yum oh do not forget a cup of coffee to go with a slice of Pumpkin Pie~~~~
©breathless22

Warm right out of momma's oven it is,

sweet and fresh the thing of the

season of fall ,and the aroma that

floats the air of green or yellow

some red it is all delicious put

into a crust and a sugar filling

~~~~~It is momma's APPLE PIE~~~~~
©breathless22

A talk on “Sonnets”, once did attend
fascinated by the sound was I
of words that move to tears or grin
skill lacking, my pen has yet to try

Not academic-taught are my poems
no poetic training have I had
but my pen writes its messages
whether mediocre, good or bad

My writing is free-verse systemic
from feelings, deep, deep within
that rise up into words polemic
words, worlds ready to begin again

Once lost somewhere in my heart
this rhyming verse I now impart.

keeping you like upon a dreaming time...
I can't touch you,
can't kiss you..
or just behind my comp's cold prohibition..
you,vertical image a virtual love...
I'd like breathe your thousand and one night scent,
thoughtfully yours,
my swinging grey skies wandering in your secret forests,
the load our voices blended in the warmth..
kittenly yours...
already time for life..
bye my bewitched liar..

Three things keep me arrested
heart with love,
the beautiful Agnes, ham
and eggplant with cheese.

This Agnes (lovers) is
me who had such power,
that made me hate
everything that was not Agnes.

Brought me brainless one year,
until once
she gave for picnic ham
and eggplant with cheese.

From Agnes was the first palm
but misjudged
between them which
have more part in my soul.

In taste, size and weight
I find it no distinction
I and Agnes, and ham,
and eggplant with cheese.

Agnes claims her beauty,
the ham is from Aracena
cheese and eggplant
the Spanish Antiquity.

And it is so subtle the choice
who tried without passion
all is one, Agnes, ham,
and eggplant with cheese.

At least this treatment
of these my new loves,
will make that Agnes
could sell their favors cheaper.

As will counterweight
if she don’t agree
a slice of ham
and eggplant with cheese.

When I walked into the house
After a really hard day
I could smell the aroma from
the fresh baked cookies momma
just made.
We sat and talked.
We joked.
We laughed.
After all
was said and done
A really hard day
turned into an hour of fun.

Now that I'm older
When I've had a really bad day
i just close my eyes and remember
Momma
The aroma
And my old childhood days