Most Liked Food Poems (148)

I grind the beans and brew a pot.
Ah, the aroma's heavenly.
Sun is rising through the trees,
The morning dew bedazzles me.

Farm fresh brown egss from free range hens,
I get them from a friend down south.
With yolks so bright and yellow that,
Look so inviting to my mouth.

My whole wheat toast comes popping up,
Fresh butter makes it savory.
An egg on each upon the plate,
Their sunny sides smile up at me.

Whole peppercorns ground all around.
Sea salt is sprinkled on the top,
The fork's first pierce begins the flow,
A bite of white and toast to sop.

Devouring this tasty treat,
Takes hardly any time at all.
The dishes washed and kitchen's neat
There's work to do, no time to stall.

In trying times these small delights,
Can get you started on the right.
To start your day in morning light,
And last you til you're home at night.

Steel glints autumn sun
Golden harvest gathering
This year no hunger

Stripped inside the square I stood
dumbfounded'

with frozen gaze
Totally grounded

What one line lay so weak?

Shall a triangle emerge
is, that what I seek

What formula do I see
within the equation

Which sum do I use
to celebrate the formation

From all that of, the mathematicians
more shall be learn't
with wondrus suspicion

Tangling crosses
divisions and equals
I so awaited the deep dark sequels

The key that lay
so out of touch
was a genuine thought
I wanted so much

One day without me knowing
all come to me
and much much more

It was
for all my wanting
and all that was stored

Can one not love from many scenes
i think yes
from all that it means

Logic can be a hidden trait
because unless we know

such an easy way

we all my take

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I knew only
what I was taught

Yet seeked a path

"All came from my thought"

So enriched
I delved

An idea back then
I strangly shelved

In years gone by

I was compelled to look upon that shelf

Would I eat myself

Open gently
with a mighty twist

Here I am
with an abundance of scent

such divine

Time is only lent

A relaxed fruit lay
all delicate preserves

against the jar
those delicious curves

(yes, I done writed a song what goes with this)

McDonald's is the place for me, I wear a paper hat!
I wear a silly uniform and man the french-fry vat!
My face full of zits because the air is full of grease,
And the food they serve has made me very fat! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I wear a cute name-tag!
I wear a silly hair-net and the girls think I'm a fag!
My plumbing's full of plaque, one day my heart it will explode,
And my manager's a geeky, four-eyed nag! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, it doesn't pay the rent!
I dropped out `cause of poverty that takes my every cent!
My nerves are shot because I see the writing on the wall,
And my rent's past due, I am about to lose my a-part-ment! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I bought a frickin' gun,
With my rent money, ho-ho hee-hee, I'll kill `em every one!
It's kinda sad that in-no-cents will die in the cross-fire,
But how can you tell when life is hell who is the guilty one! Oh,

McDonald's is the place for me, I didn't fire a shot!
Some rat-faced spy was on to me, and now I'm frickin' caught!
They're carting me off in the white bus, but on the bright side . . .
The rent is free where they'll send me, and I like that a lot! Oh,

McDonalds was the place for me, until I went McNuts!
McNurses and McDoctors can't McFigure my McRuts!
But I don't care because McMeals are all McFree my friend,
Don't McGrieve for me, the rent is free, I am a McHappy Putz!

is it some sort of equilateral angle
with a sharp turn that gets us entangled

is it some multi-faceted polyhedron
i'm sure we could face it, and need one

is it an ancient mystical pyramid tall
with rhymes and runes in chiseled wall

is it a never ending Möbius strip
with endless edge, a continuous trip

is it a futuristic geodesic sphere
a better world in the future near

is it some mathematician's donut
that makes us plain laymen go nuts

is it a speck, some miniscule dot
to fill empty space, we'll need a lot

is it a long line from time before
that to future time, is never more

maybe around its smooth crystal globe
our thoughts reflective in temporal lobe

whatever its shape it now seems in tatters
as if everything else is all that matters

so whatever we find to be the shape of peace
let's work to make its size increase

it is not so much the shape, but its size
that makes our peace a thing to prize

© agoodguy2have 2010-10-04

Do You favor gun control?
You say the answer's "Yes".
Should we also control other things?
VD, crime and needless death?

Eight thousand babies starve to death each day
That seldom makes the "News".
Who decides what is important?
Who chose the World Trade Centre few?

Those three MILLION kids that die each year
Is it really from lack of food?
Does Mother Earth hold back on them,
Or doesn't sharing suit our mood?

"They" said what REALLY mattered
Was that some woman drowned her kids,
And a football player's trial
May have involved some complex fibs!

Big Brother's doing something
Going to control the guns.
Starving kids don't have the vote
Their deaths aren't important ones.

A billion for the budget
To count the legal guns.
Can't feed those kids, let 'em die
We're running low on funds.

What "NEWS" is this you give us?
You control when we care?
If You say it's "NEWS" we weep and FEEL
When you don't, we're "Unaware".
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Smooth, creamy, dark, milky.
Standing there salivating,
in front of the displays.

This one has chopped nuts,
that one has a hint of orange.
Unique, peppery infusion.

Samples out on little trays.
Just one little taste,
Well maybe another, so tempting.

Drooling, eyes aglow.
Which to choose, the smooth,
or the crunchy, the choices!

I'll settle for the one,
in the wrapper right there.
Dark, bittersweet and scintillating!

Chocolate!

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 late night pizza shop smells
of warm yeasty chefs who deliver
with floured faces the buxom tomatoes
their aprons splattered with hunger

plain cheese or extra toppings?
the shouts and back-end radio
add ambiance to surround pangs
to have dessert toppings later

the pepperoni is hard and spicy
red or white sauce, extra sauce?
do you like it thin or thick?
hot sausage or sweet with that?

easily it comes hot 'n fresh
with steam rising to rush in
aromas encircled with anticipation
pickup or do you want delivery?

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-02