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Details | Verse |

A Coffee Bar with Orange Paint

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.

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2006

Details | ABC |

Grandma's Garden


Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
daisies everywhere.. 
fertile ground.. hollyhocks.. 
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines.. 
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |


PoetrySoup …

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......


Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Acrostic |


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

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

Chicken and Waffles

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
African-American music
was born,
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.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epigram |


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!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

A Poets Food for Thought

a madcap poet
eats nothing but cantaloupe
prose never sweeter

an everyday sane bard
stomach sets off a raucous
he is starved for words

April 21, 2012
For Tracie's "Ku Ku Crazy Contest

Copyright © Diana-Marie Bombardieri | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Against the Grain

words spill from my pen
meaningless gibberish all
brownies scent the air

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |

Gone Fishing

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

Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

SOUP Spoonin'

Online tonite
looks like 
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"

nosin' around the comment coral
I see love 
amongst the group

hot Soup!
not shaken
marriage scent in the air
no fakin'

where it leads...
we shall see
I know some 
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows 

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballade |

McDonalds poem

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

Copyright © westley newcomb | Year Posted 2007

Details | Cinquain |

No Reprieve

deprived --
main course only!
no chocolate ice cream,
when you sup at the restaurant.
no treat.

Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

After a day of shopping for (but not finding) a red dress

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…
then slowly…

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
Pavlovian dancesteps
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 deeply
drink and be well.

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |

Poetry About Poetry

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

Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

Poetry Soup

poetry soup nourishes the soul delivering smooth and creamy fodder in a community bowl for all to share i am a crouton

Copyright © cheryle sanders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Burlesque |

I Feel Ashamed

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.

Copyright © Twelve Noon | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

Puddles of Pudgy Pudding Poetry

I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..

Thank you, and my your God Bless you

John E WordSlinger

Copyright © John E WordSlinger | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

New York Style

This is New York!
   creamy cheesecake,
     chinese takeout,
        dirty dawgs,
           flaming steak strips,
              street vendors galore.

This is New York!
   hot, piping,
     scorching, gooeyness,
        thick, tangy,
           sweet smoothness.

This is New York!
  high style,
    lit miles,
      street style,
         free style,
           all the while.

This is New York!
  crispy, crunchy,
     sizzling, bubbling,
        tasty, saucy spread
           velvety goodness on powdery bread.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |


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!

Matthew 12:33-39

Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Broadcast #4

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? 

Copyright © maggie flanaganwilkie | Year Posted 2005

Details | Senryu |

Word Food

Poetry in lines
Word food for the hungry eye;
Devour my thoughts.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme royal |


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

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011

Details | Burlesque |

Deviled Eggs, And Other Sinister Food

Eggs Benedict Arnold?
Crown Roast from a King?
Shepperd's Pie?
For this he's died?
Pie Alamo?
Does Davey Crockett know?
Stewed tomatoes?
Just who got them drunk?
Limberger cheese?
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?

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | List |


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

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |

Peeling Thy Self

It seems so easy 
to feel what is like 
to be a poet, 
trying to peel 
a banana, for a fruity shake.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | Quatrain |

What is Gluttony

Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

If Eve hadn't ate that apple

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.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Burlesque |

Ruby's Breakfast

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!!!!

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | Blank verse |

mental digestion

they puddle
pale green like mud
or alphabet soup
words & thoughts
into letters & impulse
broken down to base parts;
under enough pressure,
anything will crumble

Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005

Details | Epulaeryu |

HolidayTreats (Epulaeryu)

Chocolate cheesecake, tasty
Cherries jubilee,
Yummy sweet potato pies,
Fresh baked apple crisp,
Mississippi cake
Great tasting

Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2007