Write an Epulaeryu Food Poem Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
The porterhouse is the king
crowned with herbs and salts
barbequed medium rare
each savory slice
cut thick and crispy
flavorful
steak
we start with a willing cow
maybe not willing
butchers take the beast apart
section by section
she’s warm on my plate
barbequed
beef
The ancient slivered
white moon piece
hangs webbed,
Quite entangled
in the unyielding wintering
of maple's stark branching.
As watch watching does he watch,
that thin silvered white moon crescent,
seeing all from his high perch,
His ancient partner,
the weary beleaguered planet
Earth, slow-roasting
from green
to tan
to brown,
Barbequed by fellow traveler,
the well-respected
Mr. Sun.
I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets.
You can have hams, chickens and other meets.
I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread.
Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed.
I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day.
Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way.
You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and such.
My mouth is ready for sugars, vanilla, and a cinnamon touch.
There's nothing better than a steak,
Providing it's spiced with care.
Whether ribeye, filet, or strip,
Just make mine medium rare.
Then you have your feathered friends,
Either turkey, duck or chicken.
You can bake or crispy fry,
The Colonel says it's finger lickin'.
And don't forget about the swine,
Barbequed chops, loins, or ribs.
If you slather it with sauce,
You should always wear your bibs.
So meat me in St. Louis,
If you have some time to kill.
You best believe before you leave,
You're sure to get your fill.
Peanut butter and jelly is my go-to sandwich every day.
You can have your turkey, beef, and salami, all your very way.
I care not for pickles, relish, ranch, mustard, or mayo.
Please hang on to your onions, lettuce, and bit of tomato.
Peanut butter and jelly is the sandwich of my dream.
I do not care about pork – barbequed or steamed.
Just make sure the jelly is grape, and not strawberry.
You can save the meats and cheeses for my cousin Harry.
Last night I showed my humble gratitude
To a sweet sow with pulchritude
She served as a shield
Or I would've squealed
When the farmer wanted me barbequed
Now, all she eats is pizza; Totino's
Whines that she needs help with the bambinos
But diapers are crappy
Not a chore for pappy
I'd rather gamble at the casino
I have invented the Jalapeno Hoppers, and they are all the rage.
The candy designers and I jumped swiftly onto the inventors page.
We have added chocolate and caramel to the spicy sauce of green.
When you take a bite, your first reaction is a delighted scream!
Now scramble toward the Jalapeno table, and decorate your fix.
Use lemon drops or chili cha cha’s’ we’ve thrown salt rags in the mix.
You can change the taste a tiny bit with a garnish on the side.
I usually use barbequed bananas, but gummies never want to hide.
The candy I have invented is refreshing, and it makes you younger too.
As you chomp on the hoppers, you will go from age sixty to twenty-two.
You will need to bring some smaller clothes, maybe a size two or three.
You will love how your waist feels, and you will be as happy as can be!
I ate lettuce for a year
Only lettuce
And drank water
Lost sixty-four pounds
I have gained it back and sixty pounds more
I was young then, more disciplined
Now I am old; no one notices old
I can be any size I want.
I could be nine hundred pounds.
No one would notice
So now I eat barbequed chicken,
refried beans, mashed potatoes,
beef and noodles, cheeseburgers,
pepperoni pizza, frozen spaghetti,
frozen lasagna,
For dessert I have coconut cake,
pumpkin pie with whipped cream,
triple chocolate cake with frosting,
cinnamon apple strudel, cherry cobbler
with vanilla ice cream, key lime pie,
or whatever else I want.
I cannot drink coffee unless I put in
three packets of sugars, a bit of
chocolate milk, and a packet of
sweetened hot cocoa.
These are foods I do not eat:
vegetables, fruits, or lettuce.
I cannot stand to even look at lettuce.
July fourth means fireworks and barbeques,
a fun time to shake off those winter blues.
It's a beautiful southern summer's night
and though clouds threaten rain, there’s few in sight.
A scarlet sun bleeds to death in the west
and I await the darkness like the rest.
Kids are rushing to get in the last swim
before the sun sets and it gets too dim.
I'm anxious for the night's festivities
there will be all kinds of activities.
To me the best part of summer’s the heat,
I call it my bittersweet Texas treat.
I soon start seeing folks jump up and down
and I hear fits of laughter all around.
It seems like everyone’s going crazy
and then everything starts to get hazy.
I look to the skies and it's snowing out
something a child might fantasize about.
Stars are replaced by alabaster flakes
dusting the tops of my barbequed steaks.
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7/25/2021
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Toes dipped in the emerald ocean so still,
I linger into the warm sunlight splendor.
All my sadness departs and joy does fulfill,
my skin embraces the soft sand so tender.
Sangria sunsets arrive with pulchritude,
I sense the calm from the cherry blossom trees.
All those hotdogs and hamburgers barbequed,
effortlessly my hair flows through the fresh breeze.
No one can take away the equinox moon,
nor keep my senses from feeling love and peace.
It’s the tune of a hummingbird in late June
as I run through lavender fields with my niece.
Summertime has come again, and I’m enthralled.
The sun boasts from its heat rejuvenating
all living things that nature neatly sprawled…
I know soon that Autumn chill will be waiting.
May 8, 2019
Caren Krutsinger
Summer Quatrain Contest
Are you in the mood
for a poem about food
Something marinated, dude
or grilled, barbequed
Tangentially:
Have you ever viewed
a painting in the nude
Meaning (if you're shrewd)
that you are no prude...
And would you ever collude
or possibly intrude --
wade into a family feud
a cesspool of moral turpitude
Back-on-Track:
Is your gastromo-palate imbued
with delights that include
a smorgasboard of seafood
dainty caviar, finger-lickin'-good
A flawless sapphire blue tanzanite sky
spurs the flight of a monarch butterfly,
discarding its colorless chrysalis
as summer's sunny rays intensify.
Waves tongue ticklish toes along the shoreline
licking at bare feet playing in the brine,
and laughs and giggles echo in the wind
as the magic of surf and sand combine.
The beach hosts a frenzy of sights and sounds
from frisbees to seagulls doing their rounds,
a cacophony of shrieks and clatter
as the children howl like a pack of hounds.
A yellow sun sparkles like a citrine
hung above splendiferous shades of green,
and I cool my sunburnt skin with a breeze
that smells of sweat and barbequed cuisine.
I revel in the dog days of Summer
set to the beat of a laid-back drummer,
for this unhurried pace is hypnotic,
although summer's end can be a bummer.
(Rubaiyat)
9/5/2018
Toes dipped in the emerald ocean with ease,
I linger into the warm sunlight’s splendor.
All my hopelessness and woe begin to cease,
my skin embraces the soft sand so tender.
Then the thrilled family meets with pulchritude,
as hamburgers and hotdogs are barbequed.
We enjoy Papa’s cottage in Summertime,
for the ardor of this season is sublime.
Picture Me a Summer Rispetto
Barry Stebbings
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-C-C-D-D
11 syllables in each line
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Date Written:July 26, 2018
Tempting pieces of glazed pork;
dressed in honey juice
it’s summer’s cook-out by night--
grilled chunks dance on flame
herbs thrilling moist buds,
a zesty
WHIRL!
Barbequed flavor warms
paste soaked in rice wine,
laughter ringing from delight
achara completes
eve's luscious fete--
sinful binge
YEAH!
For Kim Rodrigues Summer Cooking 7/10/2018
‘achara’—asian appetizer garnished with tomatoes,
cucumbers and green pickled mangoes.
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