Al Dente Poems - Poems about Al Dente

... Today I declared war on my own laziness— no more delivery apps, no more surrender. I would conquer pasta. First victory: water bubbling on the stove. Time to add salt— but my hand betra......

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... Grandma’s ghost has taken up knitting rattlesnakes in the drapes. They hiss when someone lies. Now, my mother only speaks in noodle metaphors. I ask her how she is, and she replies, al......

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...You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of. Unending shapes and sizes. From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette and squiggly fusilli. As my tongue tastes morsels of your sau......

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...How do I eat thee? Let me count the ways: sauced, buttered, plain, sprinkled with Parmigiano Reggiano, pesto, pancetta, bacon. Rowdy rigatoni, flamboyant farfalle, perky penne, funny fus......

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...A yak and a yeti made a bet To see which one was the hairiest. The yak was an ox, And the yeti, no "fox", Had already won as the scariest. Neither had the allure Of the latest coiffure, They w......

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...A lady in sunny Rimini, told the chef she wanted zucchini. She finished her meal, then said, with some zeal; “I love, sir, a firm bucatini.”......

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...It tastes a little like patience, a pot simmering on low heat; It tastes like something left on ice that now has been perfectly thawed; It tastes a little bit sugar, attached to what they di......

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...Along a Jersey creek, somebody Made a crazy find – 500 pounds of pasta had been Somehow left behind. Whoever dumped the noodles (Mainly elbows and spaghetti) Isn’t known, but word got out a......

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...NOUVELLE CUISINE Nouvelle cuisine the waiter said, as he served the food to me Where’s the rest I asked him, as I’d earlier skipped my tea Tiny bits of something on a massive bloody dish I trie......

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... “Sacred Lakes” There is magic in your shaman bones stories shaken like strange mojo busy under cover of autumn leaves turning burnished to......

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...i can't say that i am growing up looking back normality morality fit me in some category like poetry i'm not iambic i'm more pelvic and musically you can find me andante ......

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...DISHES OF THE DAY - POETRY Happiness à priori Health well done Peace to the right point Love at will (á la volonté)... ! ......

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...Sleepless ... tossed like pillows, our sleep number slumber so sweetly disturbed ... pretzel limbs, twisted soft and warm ... we tear torrid tunnels through Egyptian cotton ... Swimming, deep, t......

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...He rides his horse into town with dramatic cowboy flair where suddenly a certain amount of tension fills the air wide rimmed cowboy hat pulled down low with guns strapped to his sides ready to go ......

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...Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra While she should be calculating and figuring a formula Her mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola Serenaded by a musician and his viola She ......

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