"Eat your veggies," as a nipper I was told
but I'd hide 'em on me lap so Mum wouldn't scold
then all the quicker feed 'em to the dish-licker
before they were even cold
now I'm older not sadder but wiser
and do enjoy a tasty appetiser
they may appear to look like a pear
here's a myth I wish to quash
tho' they're fruit chayotes taste like
zucchini cucumber or squash
against the fence homegrown I grow me own
and me garden's full of chokos
"Choko-bloc," one might even say
I'll do a prickly pear or two
but still don't eat veggies to this day
Categories:
appetiser, animal, dog, food, fun,
Form: Rhyme
A Gourmet Type
Miracle Man
3/12/2022
We oft look at some thinking they’re rich,
others look at us, maybe believing the same.
We view ourselves as having found our niche,
but sometimes we still play the “what if” game.
A person has no control over his/her life start,
but that doesn’t predetermine where they’ll stay.
Don’t settle in life for an appetiser bit part,
strive to be the dish that’s considered gourmet.
Categories:
appetiser, blessing, how i feel,
Form: Quatrain
"The Shadows of Water through Glass"
Schools in,
looking for meaning
in the Shadows of Water through Glass
Observing
the scaled Gold Gifilte fish
with a minced mind stuffed inside its own skin
Swimming in circles, a delicacy
devouring its own scéals
looking for denotation
From the faces of
schooled fish habitually weary, leering
in the Shadows of Water through Glass
The shadows are dissoluble
the minced mind swallows its own tales
rebirthing like a Russian Doll
disconnected, in gravitas
it continues to swim
an appetiser for the bigger things
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"In Gravitas" / Apparat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dM_2FsoXtVM
"In Gravitas" / Apparat / Lyrics
https://genius.com/Apparat-in-gravitas-lyrics
"The Process revealed, which road is chosen?
Meaning is broken, the question never comes
The heartless believe, passion is misused
All the feelings abused, the answer never comes"
scéal/Irish
Categories:
appetiser, growth, solitude, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
The first gardening of the year maybe is small beer
Tightening tired muscles digging the seven by nine,
These great beetroot symphonies so divine where
Rebellion rife not growing this, but the runner bean
Its bright red - orange flowers and pods profuse
Straight and long or turbaned at the tip to try to be
Better than a neighbour's, though I dare not place a bet.
One has to grow tates that Raleigh brought over the Pond
That until a few years ago was no appetiser, being grown as
Fertile compost, but now are edible with butter sliding down
Their crevices even if their shapes arrogant supermarkets decry
And leeks to complement daffodils in the flower garden and mint,
That the Irish bard of our century wrote well its composition, its
Colour, shape, and sharp but pleasant smell and strawberries few,
To share with the garden birds theirs and ours keen cream appetites.
Categories:
appetiser, garden, daffodils,
Form: Free verse
john freeman
Contest Name Retread What You’ve Said, And say it Better |
CRAZINESS OF THIS BLOODY WORLD,
sense of humor gets unfurled ,
brain gets in a whirl ,
sometimes...
My crazed bro wanted to murder me
cos he'd come off the zolof intentionally,
with beer as an appetiser,
is johnson any the wiser,
clean out the rats nest he said,
so we were all to be struck dead
nope - this time Eliza...
Don Johnson
Categories:
appetiser, adventure,
Form: Ballade
Bungeye, 4 Doris C
If you got bit by flies,
while choked down drunk,
your eye would swell around methunks,
it sort of closes almost shut,
hard to see, almost off ya nut,
drink flat beer, 4 an appetiser,
ya wont be any bloody wiser,
spring back in yer bunk:)
ya lunk...
Don Johnson
Categories:
appetiser, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Lake Eliza 2...
Out near dusty Lake Eliza
Lived sweety tart, where flies are
Sucked oddly Emu eggs some sunny days
Like a dozen egg appetiser (1 egg = 1 dozen fowl egg)
She got em off the miser
Rotten eggs old Emu walked away (in disgust)
Of course she had a rooster
Who had a name like Zac the Brewster
Who was always a riding the duck
So she shot him with a trap gun…(3/4” water pipe)
12 gauge lead did flatten one
Rooster on toast laughed ol Chuck
A Sand goanna lame
wanted eggs just the same
So he crawled into the chook house for a feed (fowl abode)
Duck Chuck saw him there
spat n shat n tore his hair
rode the old Goanna yes indeed
So we leave ol Lake Eliza
without being any wiser
just beware of Ducky Chuck
and the ol tart that lingers
and the rancid smelly dingus
just rotten emu eggs you’re out of luck Don Johnson
Categories:
appetiser, adventureold, old,
Form: Ballad
Aubergine caponata
nettle fritata
spicy corgette with mange tout
edible flowers
pepper mint sorbet
lemonage
Fizz !
Categories:
appetiser, food
Form: Epulaeryu