Best Appetizing Poems
We met in Valletta city on a fine November day
Introductions...hugs and kisses; we got talking straight away.
All agreed to go sight-seeing – architecture , harbour view
Made a stop to buy an ice-cream where there is a constant queue .
We strolled on and at Cordina’s chose al fresco to sit down
Next to regal Queen Victoria, a stone lady with a crown.
Drinks were ordered and pastizzi, which were followed by some cakes
Freshly baked and appetizing, all adorned with chocolate flakes.
We were served by cherub Fabio busy running out and in
Second time the badge said Mario, then we found that he’s his twin.
Jan and hubby soaked the sunshine, the Calluses hugged the shade
Those around spoke multilingual, a musician plied his trade.
We stayed there and spoke for ages, watched the tourists walking by.
Valentina took our photos; she is young and sweet as pie.
Jan and Bob will be returning in two years on Malta’s shore
Although Maurice has predicted it will be a year before!
They will then be celebrating married bliss with silver ware
All on Soup will be invited; this occasion is to share.
That’s a promise made for keeping – friends will meet for sure once more
We shall have some cake and snickers; sweet surprises lie in store!
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Fun poem ~ co-written by Paul-Jan-Valentina on 2/11/2014
Categories:
appetizing, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
S imple delight!
T asty, smooth and luxurious
R ipened red berries, bursting with flavor
A lways appetizing, a taste bud teaser
W ild or store-bought, berries fresh, tart!
B eyond dreamy, out of this world
E legant or informal setting, a hit every time
R ich creamy flavor, healthy too!
R eady in seconds can be served any time
I ce cold, is the only way to go
E nticing, nutritious, every body friendly
S econd helping, your choice, can be just fine!
A t the peak of spring into summer
N o doubt perfect in all seasons
D own right unpretentious, very inviting!
C reamy soft, silky, almost sinful
R olling across your tongue
E ach spoon followed by another
A mazing, cool sweet, summer desert
M outh-watering, Strawberries and Cream!
Categories:
appetizing, food
Form:
Acrostic
A Garden rejoices when it envisions colourful exquisite blooms everywhere filling the empty spaces.
Lush green grasses are the attire it adorns and flowers become the embellishers.
Even a sad heart would feel enlightened & placid by visiting flowery garden.
In my heavenly serene garden.. once I sat and admired myriad flowers widely seducing the butterflies and bees through its aromatic succulent nectar and pollens..
They were all enjoying their appetizing feast.
At the same time..
I also noticed a pink hibiscus bud curled like a baby not wanting to bloom,preferring to remain a virgin..!!
I keenly observed as the butterflies were trying to kiss the petals and black bees constantly humming tunes to arouse it.
The mother hibiscus did not bother
Instead kept preparing herself to wither as her time was over.
The tiny bud wrapped the petals tight, covered her face and thoroughly weeped cogitating about losing her mom shortly and simultaneously scared by her predators who were competing around to conquer her heart.
Witnessing the struggle there climbs a saviour ant with his warrior team to save her from the trouble.He reaches to stimulate the tip & guarantee her that she will be safe and consoled her to stop worrying unnecessarily.
In few minutes competitors flew away and the bud was free from fear.
Visitor ants said "cheers" and left .
Mother flower bid good "bye" and shrivelled..
As the little one slowly unwrapped her petals to look at her world ..
A tear drop, up from the sky fell upon finally to deflower her.
She being fragile, now bloomed to be the most attractive flower in the garden.
I stood up went closer ,smiled at the blossom captured a picture and conveyed my first good "Hi."
28-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!
Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
Categories:
appetizing, beautiful, fear, flower, fun,
Form:
Free verse
A Winston churchill’s declaration
to a tiny nation situated in the dark continent
due to its magnificence and sight capturing habitat
only matched by the electrifying effect of its hospitality.
A country where wealth has long made a short call
and yet to return to where it is needed.
Starvation on Boda-bodas, perambulating across its communities
as a longing for good life is never satisfied.
Yet happiness supersedes lack
on a nation which is tree loving;
a global competitor in Bananas, pineapples and Avocados
and a home to extinction-kissing Gorillas.
Satisfaction from pan fried grasshoppers
equates the appetizing feel of Italian pizzas and Turkish Donas.
Gender division of labour quite one-sided
where men are roof installers and women, the actual builders.
No wonder, female engineers and contractors
have long attracted the norm in a society
which is in love with Bicycles
and buttoned by a twin dry seasons.
Bwindi and Mhahinga are major game reserves
but its stand out feature so unique
is the simple fact it’s the youngest country in the globe
with one in every two, fourteen or below.
Categories:
appetizing, africa, education, environment, nature,
Form:
Ode
Oh how very earnestly pleasing
I do so find
The wide, sun splashed avenues
Of grand residential Worthing;
Where the old poets
Announce each and every corner;
So neatly squared and turned
By thoroughly conceived Victorian
Order.
Quiet sonnets reside here
Seeking haven from weary
travels,
Sustained by appetizing foreign
aromas,
Loitering amidst the long drawing
shadows;
Clinging to the flinted garden walls,
Dallying with the scented Jasmine
From where hidden finches call.
Finding yourself gently led down
And into narrow, high walled
streets;
That delightfully converge upon
Bustling open spaces
Where the multi-nations meet;
And greet with quarrelsome gulls,
Strutting and yarking,
Barking like little dogs
Around our feet.
Here we can absently sit,
And make like carefree Parisians
Separated by an English sea,
Whilst contentedly sipping scalding
coffees
Of exciting continental styles;
And forgetting our mundane
troubles...
Smile and laugh, for perhaps,
Just the shortest of whiles.
Categories:
appetizing, holiday, urban,
Form:
Rhyme
This combination makes one hell of a snack.
For cheese, you need cheddar and Monterey jack.
There are other combinations many people know.
Spice it up will a little chopped jalapeno.
To provide some very appetizing scenes,
bring out some chili that has no beans.
For salsa, use mild, medium, or hot.
Are more people coming over? You will need a lot!
However, you will not have a complete combination.
Toasted tortilla chips provide the basic foundation.
Invite all your friends to dig right in.
You have some tasty nachos. Let the snacking begin.
Categories:
appetizing, foodpeople, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Thanksgiving Day with prayers of thanks and blessings
Hue of warmth and rich amber and scarlet crowns losing
Ardent colors gleam beneath the trees as the golden sun is burning
November cool days are filled with gratitude; fields being prep for planting
Kempt and newly tilled, bare brown earth ready for anew birth of seeding.
Scrapbooks are soon opened as a reunion of family and friends are gathering
Grandma is in the kitchen preparing a feast with all the trimmings for Thanksgiving
Impatient children filled with enthused laughter and amusing bantering
Vibrant autumn accent a horn of plenty cornucopia, candlelight quivering
It’s exciting, gathering around the table to feast on golden-brown turkey that’s waiting
Nestled with stuffing, pumpkin pie golden brown and spicy sweet most appetizing
Grateful of bliss and blessings dear family and friends bring
11/5/2016
Categories:
appetizing, autumn, blessing, family, food,
Form:
Monorhyme
Memories of goodness from collaborating nakedness
are more than strong appetizing captivity from hot omelets and lasagna
serving as the foundation of a strong intimacy
planted in a greenhouse of mythical pleasures
growing in the natural mood of the angels,
joy of a breast fed toddler and
the blossom of a newly wedded bride
making each episode of our erotic escapades
fit in perfectly like fried bricks placed by an experienced mason
to always anticipate holy crimes, godly naughtiness and tempting tenderness.
Having a voice formed from taking Nature’s tea
your happy reactions feel like wrapping thighs over my soft abdomen
and playfulness like your tender pelvis greasing my trunk.
your anxious tongue convulse at the slightest touch of any body part
like the dancing tail of a fast swimming fish
padding my inside to softness to provide sensual oxygen
giving constant preservative to our gritty and never decaying romance.
Such love always create classic dreams
with slow melodic settings showcasing proactive kisses
from nuclear minds so spontaneous and rhythmic,
liberal skins ready for intense foreplays
making even our under wears carry so much envy
because of such a walled passion
impenetrable by any radar and unsinkable by any disaster.
Our essence of clothing is to take them off
the significance of our schooling is to garnish up such affection
the creation of this heat is a powerful reality
standing between men and angels
summing up a traditional fairy attached by
a never ending chain of irresistible desires
this exactly defines the two of us.
this bond is just conservative to our unique and inferno experience
and so therefore, the ultimate hope is, we should never stop!
Categories:
appetizing, love, romance, romantic, sexy,
Form:
Romanticism
Alphabet soup served piping hot
In your bowl ladle up the lot
A Poet Destroyer stirs up the soup
While A Nathan joins in the diverse group with his works
Michael Ainsley joins the conglomerate
with his poetic alphabetic tricks
Who in the bowl floats up next
Daver Austin a music whiz laying out stanzas quite appetizing
Which letter would I like to see now
Maybe some who have come and gone quite recently
Therese Bacha who pours out her soul
Poems written with passion and emotion into the bowl
James Fraser whose romantic and passionate lines
Filled the bowl with affairs of the heart
Now they've gone missing from the soup pot
Sponsor: Yasmin Khan
Contest: Meeting The Soupers
Written on October 31, 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Categories:
appetizing, food,
Form:
Free verse
Hmmm “finger food!”
I can only guess at what that means
Surely, we don't actually eat human fingers
If that's the case, it would be cause enough
For me to become a vegetarian
Then I could devour a whole “head” of lettuce
Or a bunch of celery “hearts”
How about an “ear” of corn
Or a “hand” full of grape tomatoes
Wait a minute!!!
That's still sounding a bit cannibalistic to me
Think I'll just stick to grass and rain water
EEEUW! That don't sound too appetizing!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
appetizing, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Time, to buy our poppies
To remember once again
remember those who died for us
And those who were just maimed
We must also remember
Those, who lost their loved ones
Mothers, sister’s, daughters
Fathers, brothers, son's
What a lot of us can't imagine
What torment that must be
But they all gave their lives for us
To make our country free
In one hundred years
Two wars some endured
lost fathers in the 1st, sons in the last
This fighting is absurd
And still we send our menfolk
To fight the wars abroad
Please end this madness
I beg thee dear lord...
We think we're in recession
But do we really know
The hardships that our grandparents
Suffered against the foe
Bombed out of house and home
Nowhere else to go
Then all neighbours rallied round
To help they were not slow
Rationing came about
For food, for clothes, for fuel
From just scrag ends of meat
Made appetizing gruel
Women took over men’s jobs
In factories, farms and such
Blackouts, sirens, shelters
Hardship there was much
Army, air force and navy
Were not the only ones
But fire-fighters, nurses, doctors
Air raid wardens, everyone
They all played some part
In winning against the foe
Many lost their lives
A dreadful way to go
Some might say its better
To die instantly my friends
For many, many suffered
In agony till the end
We can’t possibly imagine
What it's like there at the front
Many months of fighting
With no end in sight
In trenches,
Your comrades all about you lying
Water logged and stinking,
Lying, crying, dying.
So please stand in silence
Remember, remember them
They fought for our freedom
Our women and our men
Categories:
appetizing, absence, caregiving, conflict, courage,
Form:
Ballad
Amazing is God Who gives me wondrous taste buds for:
Apple Pie very appetizing
Banana Pie so appealing
Coconut Pie greatly mouth-watering...
Delighting me midst healthy nourishment:
Dessert Pie of cheese-bounty
Eggplant Pie, yet omelet in reality
Fruit Pie along berries’ certainty…
Gladdening my cravings with delicious goodness:
Glazed Custard Pie with peanut butter
Homemade Potato Pie, baked better
Ice cream Pie of chocolate-scatter…
Joyously filling me with grace-abundance:
Jolly Lola’s Squash Pie of pumpkin’s best
Key Lime Pie with condensed milk’s sweetest
Lemon Pie that’s tangiest among the rest…
My praises are to the Lord* for every wonderful pie worth sharing:
Mincement Pie, awesome with ingredients, greatly various
No-Bake Pie challenging the weight-conscious
Oh Thanksgiving Pie, along blessings* numerous!
*Romans 15:11 ... Praise the Lord...
December 11, 2018
2nd place, "Punny Holiday Pies" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 12/16/2018.
Categories:
appetizing, appreciation, blessing, god, happiness,
Form:
ABC
Entombed behind isolation walled
Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued,
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear,
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
appetizing, dark, death, evil, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Art gallery glimpses
Posters on walls;
Unfamiliar insights
~~~~~~~~~
Fresh good market
Country festival;
Abundant fruits
~~~~~~~~~
Young child escorted
Proud parents each side;
Nurture greets nature
~~~~~~~~~
Roasted meat stall
Duck, chicken, BBQ pork;
Appetizing fares
~~~~~~~~~
Pay day queue
Busy ATM buzz;
Cash flow escapades
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy moments
Heavy eyelids flutter;
Bedtime stories
~~~~~~~~~
Quizzical notions
Unanswered query;
Planning-in-progress
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese Pu-Er tea
Refreshing brew;
Fragrant sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Sparrow sing-song
Rainy day complaint;
Resting on my ledge
~~~~~~~~~
Crows on a tree
Casuarina bough;
Wet evening dark
~~~~~~~~~
Ships by the bay
Sunset silhouettes;
City lights glimmer
~~~~~~~~~
City skyscrapers
Deserted weekend;
Sullen silence presides
~~~~~~~~~
Sunday orchestra
Noisy enclave crowds;
Chattering diaspora
~~~~~~~~~
Foreign workers gather
Common language screams;
Home town dispensations
~~~~~~~~~
Social integration
Newcomers and old salt;
Brine for salted cabbage
~~~~~~~~~
Dear Pandora
Curiosity brings curse;
Hope endures boldly
~~~~~~~~~
Words struggle now
Crisp commotion here;
Pain sublimates thought
~~~~~~~~~
Style sparks smiles
Bitter gall precipitates;
Ideas emerge
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2014
Singapore
Categories:
appetizing, change,
Form:
Haiku
Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want more substance.
Sampled the world on wooden toothpicks.
I have had itty bits of everything.
Piecemeal offerings to try entice my loyalty.
Old ladies with new recipes passing
them around on trays in supermarkets of the world.
I come back for more free samples.
The more I have traveled the more
I have sampled life.
Moi-Moi- and peanut butter stew.
I have tasted life with different seasonings and spices -
Tried a variety of cultural dishes - Some bland, some spicy
Tried the soul food of each one's pride as
I swallowed mine.
I have never gained control of my soul.
It wandered with me sampling life on platters.
Now desirous of healing-fish soup.
I wanted more – Traveled;
Partook of more –
Tasting life's offerings from the - rich to the poor.
Drank out of Chrystal as well as tin cups.
I have eaten from Chinaware,
and drank from gourds,
I have supped on
Hors-d'oeuvre and canapes';
Inner-voices led me to hot rocks and tepees—
Sweat camps with medicinal potions.
Tasting life in places where strange
medicine men reside.
I have eaten rice in 2000 languages.
In Asian and Indian tongues.
I swapped collard greens for callaloo;
Then stepped up to taste breadfruit -
Filled up on Ackee and Saltfish a
Exotic palatable dish.
Though never full off of life –
Not gluttony statutes yet, I have done
more than get my “whistle wet"
Still, I am glad:
“Oh, how grateful to be alive”.
Able to sample the tender morsels
of appetizers so fine.
Even though I am a
Connoisseur of fine wine.
…and have enjoyed plenty
tidbits of earth’s great bounty--
In this life.
I have supped in the finest cuisines.
Treated royally as if I were a queen.
I have supped in mansions,
or sat, an ate under exotic trees;
Yet, there is nothing so satisfying-and no one abler.
As to be back in the hood, trying not to go berserk;
Waiting for a slice of Sweet Potato pie for dessert.
After getting my grub on, at Grandmas table.
Categories:
appetizing, appreciation, food, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry