In summer, I would never hear the call
for dinner. I was having too much fun
when I was at the plate in wiffleball
and hoping I would score the winning run.
I could not hear the voice, "time to go home",
as I dug holes and caught crabs on the beach.
I could only hear the sound of surf and foam,
and tried to catch a wave just out of reach.
As summers did come, so, too, summers went
with beach parties and barbecued weenies.
An excuse for being late, I'd invent
as I dreamed of blondes wearing bikinis.
The summers I knew always came with dreams.
This year, it's to hear Mother's voice, it seems.
Categories:
barbecued, memory, summer,
Form: Sonnet
Dining amongst the Pakistani friends of my neighbour.
Hearing them speaking in their Urdu tongues as all turns to a blur.
Enjoying all their barbecued meats and condiment treats.
Categories:
barbecued, culture, drink, food, social,
Form: Sijo
There is no right way...
there are only wrong
ways – there is no
Luke-warm love, for
love is not a portion
nor temperature...not
a two-step – but a toward
You Step. And we know love
when we see it...let it
happen~yes, free it!
Too often we flee it;
failures leave a lasting
mark – making us Leary
of future spark – once a
flame ignited, and then
smothered out, can leave
a nasty ash; better to make
the dash~yes, run. Before
the heart is barbecued~
overdone....
But no one has ever won
if not a wager on the board
of life – just ask my very
wise wife – who made a purse
out of a sow's ear...her headlight
on my deer.
Categories:
barbecued, cute love, dedication, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Looking forward to tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner!
Hosted by best chef in the world - my loveliest grandmother!
She will roast luscious veggies for us.
No restaurant in town can compete with her!
Brussels Sprouts? she broils the way I like it!
Carrot soup - yummy and healthy, Cauliflower? The best!
Baked Salmon! Finger-licking, the greatest!
Grandma’s coconut rice wins the trophy - we gulp until nothing’s left.
Corn Soup, barbecued Chicken, Pumpkin Pie…all mouth-watering good,
most wonderful - hugs and kisses - an adoring family, and being grateful.
October 8, 2021
Inspired by "Nursery Rhyme" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
barbecued, family, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
Standing in the doorway, somewhat dishabille,
the neighbor's cat had staked out my grill.
The night before we'd barbecued
some fish and fries and other food.
And now the smells lingering still,
perked up that puss like a pep pill.
At first, I heard disquietude
stalking my deck with attitude.
And in her eyes, a look to kill;
I gave her space with no ill-will.
Out of that grill flew mouse and brood.
What happened next? Cat came unglued.
February 12, 2021
Categories:
barbecued, 11th grade, adventure, cat,
Form: Couplet
Billy rode the cowboy beat
In fairs and rodeos
Bobbi barbecued the meat
They served at all the shows
She dreamed of matrimony
And a wedding dress with bows
In a sacred ceremony
With a man in cowboy clothes
He met her by a dairy near
A chapel on a hill
Where lonely people go to hear
The saddest Whip-poor-will
She spoke of her uncertainty
And yet the moon rose still
To help her see eternity
Behind the words, "I will"
They gathered with a happy glow
Beside the old church bell
And Bobbi won the bridal show
As far as I can tell
Their marriage is a thing of pride
Like cowboy boots worn well
The ups and downs are like the ride
Upon a carousel.
Categories:
barbecued, devotion, joy, true love,
Form: Rhyme
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you fly the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
Categories:
barbecued, fun,
Form: Limerick
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you flew the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
Categories:
barbecued, sympathy,
Form: Limerick
Mastications In One Movement
Lathering on the ranch dressing,
mixed with honey mustard grunting;
these inhaling engorging souls are
finding the emotional precipice,
high up and dangling,
hanging by french fried ropes,
smothered in thousand island arrhythmias.
here come the fat waiters,
pushing arteriosclerotic meat carts,
spangled in barbecued thrombosis
and chocolate-covered infarctions,
served au jus on peanut butter trays
filled with maple syrup cherries and
white-creamed heart palpitations.
You know what I mean?
You’ve smelled those words before,
tasted their glazed cordials,
licked the candy flowers
as they swayed there, and
sucked the inner pap of the sweet melon
with perspiring brow; now
having a reason to wake up, it is
time for cupcakes and cinnamon churros
with the vanilla-skirted girls,
marinating inside bacon and lettuce taxis,
dipped in onion teriyaki, sizzling
delicious smoke with au gratin effusions.
Categories:
barbecued, food,
Form: Free verse
It’s Twine Time!
(to Alvin Cash)
It’s twine time!
ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah!
It’s time to twine, baby!
Time to forget about it all!
The latest lollipop disasters,
The catastrophes dressed in nude attire,
The latest bristlecone attacks
Manufactured with iced fear,
Riveted with barbecued bullets.
Lookin’ good, baby; have mercy!
It’s twine time!
Passing grooving styling peeps
Living lives in psychotic bondage
To the ghost children, still
Living fast episodes of ennui with
All the random traumas,
Passing all the purple bruises,
The red-stained tears.
It’s twine time, baby!
The far-out space girls
dressed in sheepskin adornments,
Intense as roadside bombs,
Made of acrimony and glycerin.
Yeah! Them that are wearing
Dancing boots made of twine!
It’s twine time, baby!
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah ooh ah!
Categories:
barbecued, memory,
Form: Free verse
The doctor’s intake nurse smiled at me. “What is your diet like?”
For a brief second I thought about lying. Yes, it is that bad.
But I tell the truth.
“Here is my typical day. Two cups of coffee, no water, a frozen
lunch – usually frozen lasagna, a whole family sized bag of barbecued
potato chips when I get home from school, and a piece of key lime pie.
If I am still hungry before I go to bed, I have another piece of key lime
pie. I know I am supposed to drink lots of water. I drink two glasses of iced
tea a day, but no water. I do not like it.”
The intake nurse says “okay”. Makes a note.
The doctor comes in. She asks me about my diet. I tell her the same story.
She smiles at me. “I did not mean just today,” she says.
I smile back.
“Neither did I,” I tell her.
Categories:
barbecued, health,
Form: Prose Poetry
Sizzling sausages spit at the sun
Yes, the summertide season’s begun.
Salads,barbecued fish
And a charred veggie dish,
Summer cooking, what feasting,what fun!
Roasted pineapple next for my sweet,
Then bananas and cream, what a treat!
Melting marshmallows too
With a chocolate fondue
Summer cooking is just up my street!
I’m beginning to rue my excess.
I have over-indulged,I confess.
Summer cooking is fine
But one must draw the line
Or put up with digestive distress!
2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 24 Poetry Contest -sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
barbecued, food,
Form: Limerick
Rachel Turkey Barbequed
Size of big turkey had been rude;
Not fit in over and caused a feud;
Answer sought;
We had fought;
Big turkey had to be barbequed.
Jim Horn
This actually happened to Rachel Maddow.
Categories:
barbecued, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you fly the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
Categories:
barbecued, humor,
Form: Limerick
Chicken that is prepared in many ways
Makes no differences to me
Whether it is baked, fried-
Or barbecued it taste good
Also tasty in spaghetti sauce
Anyway it is prepared I'd enjoy
To eat my meal.
Categories:
barbecued, food,
Form: Verse
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