Baguettes Poems

baguettes uv preeminence

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                                 they were green

Bread

Good bread.
Baguettes and buns.
I like bread way too much.
Bagels toasted with butter. Yum.
I'm full.

I Love You Rain Come At Me, By Davieo, David Rothchild

I love you rain
Come at me
With your sparkling
Diamond splashing
Water baguettes
Diamondize me
Lick me with your
Splishering diamond joys

I love you rain
Come at me
With your portly portable pumping poetry
Flitter pitter patter buoying boosty banter
Pouring snoring, roaring soaring, jumping jets
Splitting swishing swashbuckling glitzy gorgeous glitterama
Blinging blanging clanging gluey golden glory
Air cleansing wooing wooshing wooting wind friend story

I love you rain
Come at me
With your dancing
Deftly dangling diamonds
Unfurl glowing skies
Flights of soothing cries
Your micro thunder
Kiss parade bluster
Skywide rosary seeds
Natures prayer leads
Meditation chi gong traffic
Micro hugs of time's fabric

I love you rain
Come at me
With your awe inspiring
Diamond light cracking crackling kisses
That sharpen, brighten, spin, shower, empower
The kaleidoscopic bright lips of faceted light!
Nurture us all, fill us all, with your connected inside out love!
Load us up with your resilient diamond fiber winks & glows
Quiet slinging sure serene silent super strength that guides the cosmos

I love you rain
Come at me

By Davieo, David Rothchild

Ostara

A colorful time of year 
The skies are oh so clear
The sun shines bright 
For our delight 
Longer and warmer days
Welcoming the sun’s blaze

Trees and flowers blooming 
Grilled foods we are consuming 
Pools opening
Divers motioning 
Windows down
Cruising ‘round town 

Bicycle riding
Hang gliding
Cliff diving
Race car driving 
Trail hiking 
Beach volleyball spiking 

Early sunrises, late sunsets
Picnics packed with baguettes 
Romance in the air 
It only takes a pair
First kiss 
True love is bliss

Twelve hours of sunlight 
Not quite 
Some more, some less 
Ostara has finesse 
Rebirth, balance, and renewal
Spring looks like a jewel

Lilith Down

When Bayt lahm guttured Bait lehem,
no bagels and baguettes are baked.

As hummus and labneh melting down,
prickly grapes grown in Golan Heights, 
Awakened Elchanan terminated Goliath.

Raising Rachel tribes of nomadic life,
goes to a mysterious hypogeum.
The underground chamber,
forefather of Hebron and Nablus.

A Satin Moon

Sometimes I perceive the moon
as a pearl; a polished satiny gem.
Aloft the world in midnight's pitch,
surrounded by myriads of stars...
baguettes of celestial diamonds.



June 19, 2021
Bite Size Poem No.8 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Alfresco Dining

Picnic
delicacies 
sliced thick.

French wine
baguettes and cheese
sound fine.

Threadbare
blankets on grass
affair.


(Musette)


04/05/2020
Finding Your Musette Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May

Beautiful Waitress

No bad moods allowed, she puts on a smile, 
They pay her to treat them like kings,
They pay her to talk and articulate clear, 
When they’re ordering all of their things,

And she learns how to stay calm when chaos takes hold, 
She doesn’t let them see that she sweats,
She’s interested in what the customer wants, 
When they can’t even utter baguettes.

She’s always friendly and nice to the folks, 
She doesn’t know what they’re going through,
And they might really need a smile from her, 
And they might also need a tissue,

She respects her co-workers, and treasures good people, 
She’s humble during the day,
And she knows hard work often goes unnoticed, 
When serving at the local café.

It's Not For the Usher To Ask

Many churches today 
have a food pantry that never
had a pantry before.

I attend a church like that.
Some folks are well-fixed, 
others poor, most betwixt.

Some had money before
but not enough now to pay 
the mortgage and then buy food

so the pantry helps them
the same way it helps clients
it has helped for years.

Some folks in the pews quietly
support the pantry with 
checks and canned goods

enabling the nouveau poor
to stand in line with the 
forever poor on Mondays. 

A neighborhood baker slips 
into the church Sunday mornings
just prior to the end of service

and quietly stacks his trays
of unsold bread in the dark foyer. 
He says nothing and disappears.

No one seems to know
who he is but the hungry
love his bread and word

of its excellence has reached
the woman who leaves church early
and always grabs two loaves

of French baguettes and is
out in the parking lot long
before anyone else and

drives off in a red Mercedes.
Perhaps she’s on unemployment, 
low on food stamps or is still

making payments on the car.
It’s not for the usher to ask.
I simply hold the door. 


Donal Mahoney

Ghosts of France

One month in May, I journeyed far,
winged through the sky t’wards Eastern star,
to land upon the Charles de Gaulle,
grand port of ile de France’s sprawl,
live city where studied Renoir.

A taxi to a ville by car,
this ville oh Vesinet not far, 
walked round the ibis lake to loll,
one month in May.

Then back to gates of iron bar,
round homes of which it seems there are,
the old grey ghosts of France in all.
They walk baguettes down lonely hall,
the men in black, women in shawl,
one month in May.

The Challenge of Eating French Onion Soup

My favorite dining place in town is a place called La Baguette.
'Tis a quaint French café and I haven't found its equal yet.
They serve the most scrumptious French onion soup west of Gay Paree,
And it is slurped by discriminating snobs as well as we bourgeoisie!

They serve other grub such as baguettes and burgundy beef stews,
Escargot, pate, salad maison and an assortment of cheese fondues.
And Monday through Friday they ladle bowls of soup du jour,
But each and every day they serve French onion soup for sure!

Eating French onion soup is a challenge and requires a bit of skill,
Especially, dealing with the stringy cheese in that delectable swill.
The glob of provolone clings like a boa constrictor to my spoon,
And dangles from my noble chin making me look somewhat like a goon!

De mal en pis (just when my dilemma has gone from bad to worse),
Faire bonne mine (to put a good face on matters) I tend to curse.
To save face, next time I'll ask the waiter, "S'il vous plait (if you please),
I'll have a bowl of your French onion soup sans that stringy cheese!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt,USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved

Easiest, Cream-Cheesiest Hor's D'Oeuvre-Iest

Sugar and sliced tomatoes
Simmered quite a lot!
Cook til' thick, add pinch of salt
Pepper hits the spot!!
Cream cheese, tops the bread
Then spread the 
Red!




These are so yummy, easiest hor'd'oeuvres ever!
Serve on warm, toasted, sliced baguettes!

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For Andrea's "Drool" Contest 10/26/14

Diamonds and Pearls Intro

Diamonds and Pearls Intro

He’s a black diamond standin’ on his throne
Platinum pyramids full of rubys and golds
He rolls royces in silks and riches
First class flights fly first…pacific
Atlantic oasis vacations chasin’ him…
From the states to the islands…they paradisin’ him
Crusin’ round the world in his yacht…no glitches
Shinin’ like baguettes on his wrist…past richness
Sun bathin’ over seas…meditatin’ steadily
In mentality of Garnet…pure clarity
Red emeralds green emeralds…purple tanzanite
It’s Taj Majal relica lookin’ in his eyes
Care for a glass of “The jewel of Pangaea”
Toast to the diamond in the rough of ideas
Higher than the pope…king of all kings
I introduce to you…your majesty… King Sesame


Written by: Aleasha Martin

In the Freezer

In my freezer, you will find
Bread of almost every kind:
Cut baguettes and sourdough;
Bagels, lined up in a row. 
Breakfast muffins, garlic knots,
Pizza so good you could plotz.

Also, ice cream – Ben & Jerry’s;
Maybe, too, some frozen berries.
There may be leftover meat
And always cake or something sweet.
Coffee’s there, from Trader Joe’s
And noodle pudding I once froze.

Ice cubes do complete the scene;
There’s not much space left in between.
A health food nut would feel quite lost
When seeking something to defrost.
He’d criticize each single crumb,
Yet in my eyes, it all spells YUM!

Soul Food

Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make

Chollah, chapatti, 
Cinnamon bun.
These global delights,
make eating such fun.

Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon; 
Or Danish roast ham.

Add a fresh fruit salad,
Some sparkling wine,
A candle, red roses and  
you’re ready to dine.

Joanna Davis

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