A coffee bar with orange paint --
Brown tables on a tiled, grey floor --
Soft light within blown glass above --
A neon sign hangs by the door.
I come here sometimes just to write.
A coffee bar with orange paint
To some would be apalling; but
I do not see it as a taint.
Tonight an artist's work is hung
Upon those walls in bold display;
A coffee bar with orange paint
Allows her dreams to have their say.
I like the color in these walls --
A brazen hue, not pale or quaint;
And in this place I weave my words --
A coffee bar with orange paint.
Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
fertile ground.. hollyhocks..
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines..
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!
I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By: Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne, Moses, and Abel
Tim, Leon, John, Michael, Jim and Yoni
Deborah, Krista, Adeleke and Charlie
… James, The (Two) Ruben(s) and (The Quik-Composer) Raul
… and Many, Many More, I Love to Hear At Dinner-Call !
The PoetrySoup …
… It Has Member – Mushrooms
Chew and Chat Lunchrooms
Delectable Hors d'oeuvre
Every Ear-Full… Heard
Every Mouthful… Taste
Spoonful of Gourmet Grace
Voila’ Words, Don’t Waste
Simmer-Slow and Baste’
In Dug-up, Sweet Potatoes
Ripe Food for Thought Tomatoes
And Onions, That Will Make You Cry
Artichokes and Lemons that Squeeze – ‘til You Die
Garlic and Oregano Are Just Some Suggestions
And Here’s Some Mint… for Your Digestion
Parsley to Parley and Jive-Chives, Just Keep Stirring
But There’s No Clam Chowder, Shrimp, or Herring
A Dash of This… A Dash of That Seasoning
A Pinch of That and Sprinkle This Reasoning…
On The Side with the Mustard and Relish, so Fresh
Are the Cucumber-Contest and Radish Requests
And I Can’t Forgo the Tongue-in-Cheek Puns…
Your Laughter is Passed Around, like Hot-Buttered Buns !
… Poets … Are Proverbial Peas In The Pod
The Harvesters of Herbs-Heard, in The Garden of God
so... Salt and Pepper to Your Superb Style
Did You Say Cheese, Please ?... ( Full Mouth Smile !)
There’s Hot Chicken Broth, When You Are Cold
Everybody Knows… Its Good For The Soul
And All That’s On The Human Menu… It’s In There !
… Even A Mother’s … Tenderized Care
Like Campbell’s Brand… Its Umm… Umm… Good !
The Aspire – Asparagus, I Took… I Understood
So, PoetrySoup’s Cupboard is Never Bare
And There Ain’t No Bones, No Medium, Just Rare
And On The Star-Burner… Is The Savory Meat
So… Grab A Heartbeat-Bowl… and Bona Petit’…
Yes, Thank You, PoetrySoup
(You’re Up There with MoonBee’s FruitLoops !)
It Has Been A Pleasure Getting To Know You All
Thru Your Beautiful Expressions, Coming Straight
From Your Warm and Welcoming Hearts
God Bless You......
This is a dish not made in a pot;
It may be cooked with whatever you've got.
The tools that you need are emotion and mind,
This dish can be cooked with whatever you find.
Begin with some words that blend fairly well,
Add in the senses, like taste, sight, and smell,
And if you're concerned about your nutrition,
Add in some words that have rich definition.
Stir in some morals for a flavorful treat
(poems without them are seldom sweet)
And consider having some humor, too;
Laughter is oftentimes good for you.
Add just a pinch of rare inspiration
And you will find, to your elation
That you've made a soup of poetry;
Serving size: infinity.
Coffee's my lot,
a big pot calms
a nut like me!
Is it the drink
that my sink hates?
Stains stick like paint!
I write and drink,
when the ink stops...
thoughts shrink and fade!
pan sizzle.. open air
add peppers.. garlic.. snails.. beware
extra herbs.. boil to a broth
lemon squeeze on rice.. no froth
lots of beans.. hare if you wish
Aha Paella.. a tasty dish
Chicken and waffles happens to be a favorite Southern dish,
even in Harlem, New York, and Atlanta, Georgia.
This delicious dish has been around since
especially when Ike and Tina Turner had been at that diner.
Chicken and waffles consist of pieces of fried chicken
(breast leg, wing, and/or thigh) and some homemade
waffles with maple syrup.
And when a person eats chicken and waffles,
it's as if he or she's gone to the South, especially
that of North Carolina and South Carolina.
No wonder why chicken and waffles became the most
favorite southern dish.
I ought to eat some chicken and waffles one day and
I hope that the chicken and waffles dish were to stay our
favorite meal because if it does, that would be great.
I wish chicken and waffles were served and sold at
every restaurant and diner in America, especially in Florida.
Gon’ fish today
Dog days drawn’ near
As Ajay -- trout’s
In open air,
Sitting on the bank without a care…
It rains at last
I see bass – must
Caste in my lines;
Hooks are fine -- bet
I‘ll, catch enough big mouthed bass for supper, yet
YA DU Form: Each stanza - there should not be more than three of them - has 5 lines, of
which the first four have 4 syllables each, and the last can have 5, 7, 9 or 11. The last two
lines rhyme in the conventional way. There is climbing rhyme in syllables 4, 3 and 2 of
the first 3 lines
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"
nosin' around the comment coral
I see love
amongst the group
marriage scent in the air
where it leads...
we shall see
I know some
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows
IT AIN'T ME!~
I wanted to offer you a drink
refreshment after a day of grinding labor
respite from the heat
so I peeled and chopped some fresh words
squeezed a cup of tangy words
an eggshell full of frothy words
a sugar cube of sweet words
a jigger (two) of tipsy words
and blended them vigorously…
the swirling spiraling fluidity
attention and care
Inspired by tenderness, moved by passion
mesmerizing patterns of
subtly shaded sustenance
sparkles of fire ironically flashing
from crushed iciness
When I reached for my pen
to pour it all out with
that demon of bygones
who lives in the attic
decided to bark.
I was startled and jerked
toppled the poem
which spilled on my desk
and my lap
and the floor.
Damp with frustration
blotting up sorrow
nearly surrendered to stainedness
the voice of the giver
who’d set me in motion
reminded me of
ample drops that remained
full of the essence of
drink and be well.
I do not know?
nourishes the soul
delivering smooth and creamy
in a community bowl
for all to share
i am a crouton
Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp
I am not certain how much I can take
Concerning the arguement over cheescake.
One might wonder what there is to debate,
Because it's so good; in fact, it is great!
The arguement lies in the righness of name;
As "cheesecake", the dessert has risen in fame.
And if it has been frozen instead of baked,
Is it a custard, or is it a cake?
Such a difference might seem petty to some,
But it's akin to the difference between beer and rum!
How would you like to be called by some other name?
Is it possible that cheesecake might feel the same?
For what if it was not a cake at all?
Who was the person who had the gall
To coin the name "cheesecake", or rather why
Did he call it a cake instead of a pie?
Of course, what it's called, matters not in the end;
Both cakes and pies will be eaten.
Then why does this arguement matter so?
To tell you the truth, I don't really know.
This is New York!
flaming steak strips,
street vendors galore.
This is New York!
This is New York!
all the while.
This is New York!
tasty, saucy spread
velvety goodness on powdery bread.
me and my girl kelssey just got done smoking weed
are stomach start rumbling and we started too have cravings
what was it what do we need
we but our minds together and it was micky d's
so we walked in to get our burgers and fries,
but realized we aint gots no money to our surprise
i look in my back pocket and a 20 appear
we was like holy crap then we walk up to the cashear
she was like "how can i help you? you want that here or to go ? "
umm i dont know but i like a number 6 plain with cheese
but her not sure what do you want kelssey?
i want a classic combo. a sweet tea to drink.
thats what id order im pretty sure or i think.
burgers on our mind..thank god it was micky d's that we would find
. but watch the drinks. make sure the dont spill.
but if you do its ok. cuz we get free refill.
they called our order and we grab our meal
right when we seat down i cause a big deal
i looked at my food and guess what i see
they put lettuce ketchup and mayonnaise and the receipt says plain with cheese
i cause a fus and a big scene it all worked out
the food was free and i got back my 20
so we didnt have to pay.
we got out there real fast and started a good day.
but we were still hungry and what did we do?
well we thought a shopping cart would fit through the drive through.
a bad idea? i dont know. but me and west thats how we roll.
so we climb in and away we go we went so fast no a time was spent
i was like " i hope we dont hit a car i hope we dont cause a dent"
we finnally got to the end of the drive through
so we told em to give us order number two and dont for get order number three
right when we grabbed our food we jumped out of the cart and then we flea
so our trip to mickey d's was quite amazing at the least...
as we eat our burgers and join in a great feast.
im like dang what are we doing
we are packing our face s like a 8 year old eats pudding
im a skinny kid but now i feel like a fat as pig
i ate so much im starting to feel sick
so fat we feel. cuz we ate to much. kinda bad idea.
who would of thought of such.
well me and west kno how to kick it. eat mickey d's all day is good living
I am hungry, what will it be?
Ham, turkey or that nasty bologna?
I am hungry, chickpea mash?
Spam or that disgusting Hash?
I am hungry, mountain oysters anyone?
Fish eggs? Or sushi that is "not done?"
Such meager questions on what to eat.
There are people out there who are starving.
I feel ashamed and should do my part.
To give the shirt off my back would be a start.
Famine of descent
self righteous ~ origin of meant.
In speaking harshly
not relent ~
Starvation, e'er the words denote
and fasting ~ need to hold my note,
to eat my own, the words I choke
and digest not, their meaning's spoke!
Receptacle of worth, my mouth
does bandy on thoughts foul uncouth,
tomorrow then, that plate of words
must eat my own, others have heard!
Well, Mary O, I don't know if chicken feed's
the way to go, to catch the faultless phrase,
to turn a poet from a dame who's dazed
by right-side brain overload and malnutrition.
I'm Irish and a female;
Isn't that enough?
main course only!
no chocolate ice cream,
when you sup at the restaurant.
There's cheese in my chair!
Shore hope I don't catch cholera... sheet!
My child will succumb to the bully
If I can't cook his egg yolks green.
Forgive my panic, but this is a BIG deal!
Written by Nancy Jones on the eve of the 13th of August
For Sydney's contest
pale green like mud
or alphabet soup
words & thoughts
into letters & impulse
broken down to base parts;
under enough pressure,
anything will crumble
I do not know?
If Eve hadn't ate that apple, we'd be going out in public in the nude.
We could go to the library in the buff and not get sued.
If Eve hadn't ate that apple, Hugh Hefner would be out of work.
We could visit our neighbors with nothing on and not be called jerks.
Eggs Benedict Arnold?
Crown Roast from a King?
For this he's died?
Does Davey Crockett know?
Just who got them drunk?
Our aviator hero stunk?
We seem to find ourselves,
Eating some weird stuff,
Don't you think it's time....
To say we've had enough?
You say candy,we say sweet
either way,both a treat
You say broil,we say grill
each a healthy way to fill
You say fries,we say chips..you see
(pas non-francais,au jour d'hui)
You say jello,we say jelly
do we not Mr Kelly ?
You say meatballs,we say faggots
but we won't...go there
Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess
Adam ate the apple
he wanted to judge for himself
and we are all his children
Judgements of the judges
the wise judge all things
it would be wise not to judge at all
those who judge will be judged
to judge our very nature
some will judge angels
and how can we judge angels
when we cannot even recognize the devils within
if we profess to recognize devils then sin
how is it that we can judge ourselves worthy
to inherit the kingdom of heaven
into the fires again, Oh man
if we inherit the Kingdom Of Heaven
what will we do when we get there
and how is it that you do not know
we are home
i have for you.
A lifeless word crashing.
Life is now left bleeding.
Love shredded by emontional.
Hung without exstence
Found where passion is.
This hart stripped of empitiness.
A painful dream with in.
Is my life.
MY writeing is my fate.
I just gess im to late.
I should be a private eye,
and not one with a sty...
Cause I put 2 and 3 together,
Oh, I was being so very clever!
My Sherlock mind, it did deduce,
From clues she left,some too loose...
Just what her choice would be....
At least I could clearly see...
Not donuts and hot tea...
Bacon and eggs? Naw...to easy....
Oatmeal?... Naw, but maybe a bit more close...
I know what your thinkin', "Oh, again,here he goes!!"
She said it every time...
Her choice always Cheerios!!!!
I do not know?
sometimes this soup is bitter
sometimes this soup is sweet
sometimes this soup is really
just impossible to eat
but always as we share it
we cooks all gather 'round
to marvel at the mastery
of morsels that we've found
we share our family secrets
the recipes we've brought
we pass them cross the table
and add a little salt
we give the chef our feedback
and add a little spice
the flavor of the feelings
be they hot or cold as ice
this soup is meant for sharing
cook it up for all tonight
we're gathered 'round your table
and we've got an appetite.
It seems so easy
to feel what is like
to be a poet,
trying to peel
a banana, for a fruity shake.