Best Anchovies Poems
The tradition of marriage,
Bourgeois blackmail and baggage,
Is it all a bargain for men,
Is this what white weddings meant?
All the love that is lost,
And what is the ultimate cost?
A divorce court pizza,
Magistrate smirks like Mona Lisa,
Four corners, one for each,
Dog gets the crust, if it can reach,
Cats get the anchovies,
Were white weddings all for phonies?
When is the revolution?
Blancmange brides for pollution,
Bridesmaids-Little Bo Peeps on crack,
Does society cut us some slack?
We joined the bourgeoisie,
All ends in tears and hypocrisy.
"Kool for Katz Kissed"
Wake me when it’s all over
I’m having a swinging time
dreaming my purrrrrfect dreams
Hanging with the OM monks
I’m a nun hanging loose and hirsute
swinging in the breeze
I’ve been given a reprieve
Call it Catnip Time
Wake me when it’s all over
feed me soul food on the turn of a warm spoon
love in the time of Covid, you can feel
all the sanguine prowling Mancoons
purring heat, all the Toms and Tomasinas croon
isolation lullabies, cats and fiddles burning
all the boisterous feathered flutter byes
under a saucy Salmon Pink Moon dream
Licking my lips
dreaming of whiskers tickling
slow purrs and legs wrapped
around the kitchen table
I claim this zone of sensations all mine
fresh salty anchovies and warm laps full of cream
love in the time of Covid, you can feel
the sanguine prowling Mancoons
purring heat, all the Toms and Tomasinas croon
Call it Catnip Time
Kool for Katz Kissed
howling's for all the zen masters inside
small torrid rebellions are all off street
AWOL has gone wild
we're all now a little on the tame side
some days are sunshine and smiles
other days we avoid the sad ride
Call it Catnip Time
isolation lullabies,
cats and fiddles
burning boisterous feathered flutter byes
under a saucy Salmon Pink Moon dream
and cloudless
chirping
eggshell blue sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
They are not from Chiang Mai,
they are a tribal people
who speak a hill language.
They ride through the night
on bicycles to settle at dawn
beside the Ping River.
Girls' unroll rattan mats
squat beside straw hats brimful
with the tang of burgundy chilies
They have vegetables
grown in lime green waters,
parched salty anchovies,
and plump spearheads
of opalescent fish -
all these are bargained for,
bundled in newspaper,
tied with pink raffia.
Our lives cross here.
A few coins dropped into an open palm,
nods and smiles by a river,
a common currency bridging
alien worlds.
An awful aardvark ate anchovies against all advice.
Besides belching beyond belief, he bit bitter banana boats.
Charlie Chimp cackled curiously, convinced
Delicious delectable desserts did damage.
Enormous energy engaged enthusiastic excitement
Frenzied friendly felines, forever forgiving
Greasy giraffes giving grievous gripes
Horsey happiness hiding hurt amongst hilarity.
Ignoring idiocy involved ignorantly,
Jumping jack-a-lopes jiggled
Kangaroo kindness keeping
Leisurely lions laughing
Merriment mesmerized monkey marines
Never notorious, nevertheless, nefarious
Octopus ostracized owls, ostentatiously,
Preventing Porcupines putting prickles precariously in patrons.
Quietly and quickly
Resuscitating rescued rabbits
Savagely sustaining simple seriousness
Totally terrorized
Underneath unique
Verbose velocity
Which worried
‘xtra ‘xtraneous
Zipping, zaggy, zebras.
My Gift to My Love
There are so many silly gadgets to buy,
clothes or videos for you.
Never mind all that silliness!
Am sending me, to you, I will be
your Christmas Rose, your happiness.
Coming in a simple,red velvet box with
a gold gigantic bow.
And covered with stars and a silver
medallion, engraved,'Romios', you know.
My long dress of rosettes, was designed
just for you.
As a sign of my scentual,eternal love, too.
So have the chilled Mavrodaphne ready.
Grape leaves, taramosalata, anchovies
and grilled Pita bread, too.
Just be certain you are warm and ready.
Have enough, am counting on you!
After all, whenever I am with you my heart
rules my head.
I get lost in the stars,I see in your eyes.
And the warmth of your lips,
Better than all moonbeams in the sky!
11/5/2019
Of being prejudiced Clyde was accused,
Leaving his reputation a tad bruised.
"If I'm hateful, so be it,
But I hasten to admit,
I hate pizza with anchovies", he mused!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
"Pizza and soda there on the table;
Dig in and eat as much as you're able."
yet I beheld with a spiritual eye,
As I gazed upon that pizza pie'
If you got a moment I'd like to share,
The spiritual analogies I saw there'
When the box was first opened and ready to eat,
The first thing I saw was plenty of MEAT'
On top of this was plenty of cheese,
(That's solidified MILK, if you please'"),
then the tomato sauce-which was red,
reminded of the BLOOD Jesus shed'
As I looked even further, my eyes were led,
To the golden crust- a form of BREAD'
It is cooked in OIL, which makes it taste so well,
And was RESSURECTECTED from the oven (a.k.a. sheol or HELL.)
The circular shape was ETERNAL- no beginning or end.
And it had been cut (WOUNDED) time and again'
It's best when it's hot- and so should we be'
You might even find SALT if it has anchovies.
People come to eat and be refreshed.
Does Spiritual food do any less?
Pizza can be delivered to your front door;
Shouldn't we likewise "deliver" the Gospel? For sure'
Eat your pizza and enjoy your meal;
Don't neglect spiritual food which is even more real'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
May 5, 2002
I can tolerate most any grub that is placed upon my plate,
Though I must be somewhat selective so as to control my weight!
I love a juicy New Yawk steak and taters with a slab of cherry pie,
'Cause I'm strictly a meat and taters sort of guy!
There ain't nothin' as tasty as a meatloaf with smashed pertaters,
With lots of gravy, new spring peas and fresh beefsteak termaters!
But spare me pickled pigs' feet or a feesh starin' me in the eye,
'Cause I'm strictly a meat and taters sort of guy!
I savor various kinds of soups and a good homemade stew,
And Beringer's White Zin wine with a delectable cordon bleu!
Sushi causes me to barf and pungent kimchi tears my eye!
I reckon by now you've guessed I'm a meat and taters sort of guy!
I relish the products hogs produce like sausage, bacon and ham,
And I don't care what others say, I'm an aficionado of good ol' Spam!
But Lord have mercy! Spare the anchovies, 'specially on a pizza pie,
'Cause I'm strictly a meat and taters sort of guy!
In these politically correct times, some folks might rashly conclude,
That since I detest certain grubs that I'm a prejudiced dude.
Well, that's their problem if we don't exactly see eye to eye.
It just so happens that I was born a meat and taters sort of guy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
After Eight Mints
Anchovies
Apple Pancakes
Applesauce
Atlantic Cod
Barbecue Sauce
Black Bean Soup
Blue Cheese
Blueberry Pancakes
Brussels Sprouts and Lamb
Buttermilk
Caribou Liver
Carrots
Cauliflower
Chicken Breast
Chicken Patty
Chicory Roots
Chocolate Pudding
Chocolate Pudding !!!
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel
Coffee Cake
Coleslaw
Donkey Balls
Dried Plums
Durian Fruit
Garlic
Garlic Roast Chicken
Green & Yellow Peppers
Green Leaf Lettuce
Grilled Cheese
Hamburger
Hashed Brown Potatoes
Honey Pops
Horseradish
Iron Steak
Jellied bouillon with frankfurters
Jelly Sandwich
Marinara Sauce
Melba Toast Crackers
Milky Way Bar
Mozzarella Cheese
Muffins
Onions
Pasta Shells
Peanut Butter
Plain Bagel
Pot Pie
Potato Medley
Potatoes
Queso Asadero
Salisbury Steak
Shredded Gruyere
Shrimp
Smoked Chicken Sandwich
Smoked Ham
South-western Sandwich
Turkey Pastrami on Rye
Waffles
Weight Watchers Chicken Enchiladas
Whole Wheat Bread
He comments Beuys’ art
they hang to his dentalia
in slimy appearance
menus on wrapping paper
then
note the mental thing
yes, yes, he said so,
and where are the nuts
the crackers, the slow food
crisscross
crosscriss
a cookie with my coffee
still harvests thoughts
wrong war thoughts
so wrong during the war
November sun
warms a sanitary finger
and goldfish in my hand
hidden under fallen leaves
in brown memories
alma
Explanation
Joseph Beuys is a controversial artist, one of his
works is called 'food for thought'. I saw this at
the museum of psychiatry when I guided some folks;
theme of the exposition was "lost in memory".
Next to the museum is the garden where 3 of my
sculptural works can be visited. We did so.
Her name was Liza Jane Macnelly,
She loved Anchovies and jelly,
“She’s a wonderful girl,
said her boyfriend Earl,
But her breath is a little bit smelly”.
His name was Billy Joe Trevy,
He had no A/C in his Chevy,
“It’s such a nefarious pain” ,
said his girlfriend Jane,
Because he perspires a bit too heavy”.
But they both loved each other so well,
That they accepted each other’s smell,
The moral of the story here?
There is none, I fear.
Them folks both simply just smell like hell !
Madame Brooke was proud of her ten different cats.
She fed them the finest canned food but never on rats.
Each day when the weather was warm she had her routine,
Twice a day, with their favourite food and water clean.
Each cat had its particular taste and never fought
To eat from other's special plates, for so Madame taught.
Each cat had two clean bowls and all specially chosen,
Food with chicken, turkey, anchovies, no rules broken.
One red bowl filled with tasty mash, the blue with water
Poured out from a clean kettle as her mother taught her.
Then, being Spring, round the pool she'd lay her double bowls,
Go to rest on her bench, watching the boys with their rods
Fishing and playing along the far shore of the lake
Which she loved and take note that none suffered for their sake.
I was sitting at my computer
All intelligent and nonchalant
When a personality profile test popped up
In the most interesting of fonts
I decided this might be fun
So I clicked onto the site
And right away started answering questions
On what I did and didn't like
As soon as the test was over
With my feet planted firmly on the floor
I hit the button enter
There was immediately a knock upon the door
What appeared to be three business men
All in matching suits and ties
With darkened sunglasses all around
Like Hollywood Movie Stars in disguise
Before I knew what was happening
They threw a hood over my head
And carted me off without the slightest word
Not a single Howdy-Do was said
My new found friends threw me into the trunk
Of a waiting limousine
Where just as quickly as they arrived
We all left the scene
We came to a run down abandoned Army base
In the middle of the desert
I had the feeling that what it was that was to come
Most certainly wouldn't be pleasant
They set me in the middle of a room
As men circled all around
I knew this had to do with the test
And wondered at it was they found
When in walked "The Bossarooni"
And said don't worry son we're not here to mistreat cha
We're just curious as to why
You like anchovies instead of pepperoni on your pizza
A is for anchovies,salty little fishes.
B is for blueberries in muffins and sweet dishes.
C is for cabbage,so good for making slaw.
D is for dragonfruit,you can eat it raw.
E is for eggplant,as parmegan delights.
F is for fritters,deep fried apple bites.
G is for gazpacho,chilled soup from Spain.
H is for honey,so good for throat pain.
I is for Indian foods like spicy curry.
J is for jello,simple desserts in a hurry.
K is for kiwi from the land of the sleeping dragon.
L is for lemon to keep digestive juices from lagging.
M is for mushrooms,shitake and morels.
N is for noodles such as macaroni shells.
O is for onions,yellow and sweet white.
P is for peppers,an Italian delight.
Q is for Quiche,an egg dish so mellow.
R is for raspberries,often used in jello.
S is for shrimp,darlings of the sea.
T is for tomato, a fruit it would be.
U is for Uglifruit,sweeter than it's name.
V is for vinegar,pungent not tame.
W is for waffles,a breakfast treat.
X is for xouba sardines found near Crete.
Y is for yogurt, it's all Greek to me.
Z is for zucchini that will make rattatouille.
Versatility and imagination go a long way.
But the right ingredients keep hunger at bay.
for Cyndi's ABC couplet contest
I just happen to love all these ingredients and have at some or other used or eaten almost all of them! I have a talent for fashioning a grand meal out of only a couple of ingredients...I am a good cook...my boyfriend says I am trying to fatten him up!(nobody ever told him to take seconds and thirds!!)
EASY CHEESY AND EASY AS PIE are not really so easy
Peach, pumpkin, plum perfection-Pie
Always Alliteration and Anchovies
Wouldn't work in a good Pie
Banana, coconut, and blueberry cream Pie
Works well, while whiting and wax won't work well in Pie
Poetry and alphabet soup should work well---
In theory, then time to text talk turns
Telephone talking tedious
SAFE TEXTING while driving turns out to
be an oxymoron, Along With Safe Text Sexing
While intoxicated and driving....
***The guilty do not need to testify, unless you have a really funny story associated with the texting?!!
For the Alliteration contest with Oxymorons -- Let me know if this fits the pattern.
“Hello, my name is Lewis, can I order a coke,
Garlic bread with two large pizzas to go.
Extra mozzarella cheese, a few basil leaves
On the finest hand- kneaded pure dough.”
I love the garlic, the beautiful mushrooms,
Oregano, anchovies, and tomato.
Spread ad hoc all over the thin crust,
An edible Starry Nights by Van Gough.
Margherita pizzas made with fresh, non- processed things,
With love and a heart that’s so real.
Make me blissful and satisfied, and healthy and content,
A happy kind of feeling of surreal.
All the delivery options: Supreme, Meat lovers,
Mexican, Pepperoni, and a Veggie Sensation.
I love each one, could eat each all day long,
Completely nourishing my thoughts of starvation.
So a big “thank you”, to the people from Italy,
For inventing such a huge meal with those flavors.
A super, mega, healthy dish, so colorful and vibrant,
Your chefs are our global culinary saviours.