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Food Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Food

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Date Night (and the day after)

Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny.  So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose.  (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky.  So the story goes.

We sip our red wine.  Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem.  For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards.  (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy.  So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente.  So our story goes.


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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!


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Vegetable Garden Does Not Make Smiles For Me

Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Foxglove trumpet flowers scent that please
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Weeping Willow with grace lures so artsy
Under which lies Butterfly Bush which tease
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee

But in the vegetable garden foresee
Sweat, toil in heat but food that heals disease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

On trellis adjacent pale pink rose see
Just a dewdrop, but not on Butterfly Bush with base
Purple Conical blooms that lure bumblebee

In the vegetable garden no Sweet Pea
More flowers for me and food plants decrease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

All I see toil, sweat no trip to the sea
Please do not let the flower garden cease
Let purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Contest:"Villanelle Me"
Sponsor:Catie Lindsay


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Thoughts on a Medaeval Castle

'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Comfortably warm, at their tables they dine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

In the great hall, under the castle spire
Enjoying immensely their vittles and wine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Chatting with ease as the torches burn higher
Bathed in the scent of the burning of pine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their laughter is ready, and wit does not tire
It only grows greater at hours after nine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Flick and the dart of the shadows inspire
Tales, ere the dawn of the even's decline
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their thoughts and their words, do we dare to inquire?
Perhaps if we could there were riches to mine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre


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Miriam

My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered. 
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame
pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame

At sunset each flickering flame frames
a wish for communion, peace discovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

The table is set, the family exclaim,
the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.

May peace and tranquility ever reign
from sunset to sunrise rediscovered, 
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim
since the dawn of time this act's recovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.


Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves.
http://www.womeninthebible.net/1.7.Miriam.htm


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Corned Beef and Cabbage

Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine. This is a humble meal that tastes great. To have it, I will gladly wait in line. Boiled potatoes and carrots added are fine. As I see it cooking, I can hardly wait. Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine. Beer goes well with it, or possible light red wine. I am too hungry to have dinner at eight. To have it, I will gladly wait in line. Most Irish people consider this dish divine. Serve it right up to me on a plate. Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine. Wherever it is served, please hold up a sign. Dish it out and please don’t hesitate. To have it, I will gladly wait in line. While barley grows in the field, and grapes on the vine, Irish people serve it in every county and state. Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine. To have it, I will gladly wait in line. For Julie-Michelle's Enter the Rhyme Battle Part 4 contest