Food Poems (148)

You ripped my "beating for only you". heart, right out of my chest.

So, I placed it on your untouched dinner, you'd left on the bench.

Then I picked up the plate and walked ever so slow, to the bin,

thoughtlessly, I scraped it off with a fork, all tarnished and bent.

This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing

I went skiing at Chestnut in Galena, Illinois
My boot broke when I got done
So I will call it for this year of skiing
Boots are expensive
So I went downtown and wanted spritz cookies
On the way there there are all these shops
One had chocolate treats
In it I found slices of bacon covered in chocolate
One full strip was 3.50
I bought it and ate it on my way to the bakery
I wanted spritz cookies
The guy didn't know what that was
I said I bought some here last year
He still didn't know what I was talking about
So I bought some iced sugar cookies in the shape of candy canes
Then I went to Culver's and got some onion rings, a butter burger deluxe
And a Mountain Dew
Then it's off to Cuba City on the way home
There I got a tub of powdered cheese for popcorn
And a piece of cheese in the shape of a green Christmas tree
Covered in green wax
So ends another year of skiing and snacking
Till I get another boot

Nothing to do, nowhere to go
Summer has passed, soon it will snow
The honey has settled to an amber glory
In the kitchen I'll prepare a story
for the senses: the smells, the taste
the feel on the tongue
You'll be drawn to the scents
I'm certain you'll come

A soft butter dough for the lightest of biscuits
Onto my board while it is stickiest
A dark, rich rue in the pan with some broth
for this gravy, the recipe has no auth
The tender roast has rested, ready for dissection
I've kneaded and stirred a meal of perfection

For dessert? A sweet treat paired with coffee or wine
An apple-cheese tart with crust flaky and fine
A meal fit for lovers: there'll be moaning and sighing
Kneading and stirring, love-making through dining

Beer is handy
A thirst to quench
And whisky is dandy
Puts hairs on your chest

But nothing is so fine
Be it red, white or pink
From the fruit of the vine
Lets drink more wine

Out the back door I walk outside, the feathered cat lays in the shade, bin smells of fish, I really should empty it.

Uneaten grapes dried to nothing, vines need cutting now, Pear tree dead or sleeping?

Walk up the steps and open the gate, waterfalls greet me, purple bougainvillea bright in the sun, yellow rose’s home to a few wasps, kitten asleep in the fern.

Pool shimmers so inviting.

Its breakfast time.

BBQ grill fired up, scents of last time, garden shears open the Bacon, I’m lazy.
Bread starts to toast, smoky scent, and smoky taste.

Bacon sizzles, flames a bit, adds flavor to the toast above.

Tomato sliced on my note book, words fade in the juice, I’m still lazy.

Plate fetched, bacon and toast fresh off the grill, chili salt and lots of black pepper.

Breakfast is ready.

Coffee percolates next to the grill, its aroma mixed with the smoke and scented roses.

I eat, I drink, lip burns a bit, too much chili? Wish my neighbor would shut his dog up, its barking a figs or figments of its canine imagination...bad doggy...bad doggy

Breakfast is gone.

I wash the plate under the warm outside shower, soap on my feet, knife and fork done, should I trim the orange tree? I’m still a bit lazy.

Washing up is done, plates dried and shelved, ready for next time
Climb in the pool, refreshing my soul, saved a drowning wasp. Why?

Drying in the sun, Cigarette in hand, feel better now.....

Breakfast is done.

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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They just opened up yesterday
Popeyes
I went there today and got some sides
Cajun fries, rice, and a biscuit
They opened up 5 Guys in December
They have fries cooked in peanut oil, made to order burgers
And free peanuts
Chipotle has made from scratch guacomole
Chic Fil A has great salads with crunchy peppers
Eating out is something I love to do
With all the great choices out there
You probably do too!

My two favorite words
Free Food!
Love to eat
Especially when it doesn't cost me a thing
How many people are addicted to free food?
Plenty!
Food stamps have become an addiction in this country
Many choosing to be parasites when they could work for their food
Many having babies they expect the government to feed
How much of this food is actually good for you?
Try eating without the words high fructose corn syrup
It is everywhere
You would have to become a vegan to avoid it completely
So I love free food
But it sure ain't free

You love food?
You love shovin food in your face?
You love crammin yummies in you pie hole?
Well, look no further pardner!
Come on down to Big Jim's Buffet
We got it all
Shucked king crab, lobster
Steak cooked to your likin
We got shrimp, chicken, cod
Taco bar, chinese food, mongolian grill
Pizza
All that and much more!
So, don't walk, run (if you can)
To Big Jim's Buffet!
YeeeeHahhh!