Best Baguette Poems
Door to Nowhere
Royalty have Chateau’s
With moats and drawbridges
Artists have colors
Paints and brushes and dreams
The poor have soup
And Marie's gateau’s
The lonely have open doors
To nowhere
I let my baguette go hard and stale
So I could stab myself with nourishment
As my blood flows slowly
Through that door with no hope
I with no rope, fade away
Categories:
baguette, allegory, french, humanity, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Cappuccino café
Leila Alaoui
Why does one have to die?
So that we can see the bold and noble heart
That used to beat with passion, why?
Her smile now, heaven sent from the sky
Her beauty would have fooled most men
For it was not her, but through her lense
She observed the burdened and tormented souls
Shining light on their toils, her only goal
Why do they seek Parisians martyrs?
Killing for the sake of hate seems all that matters
Can you slaughter such a beautiful vision?
Or will she hide inside a cameras transmission?
Leila left parts of her all over this earth
Each Photograph of our souls she took
She buried herself in the smiles of hands she shook
Eyes dancing, we saw her photos of beauty… worth
She met her fate at Africa’s door
Coffee and baguette her last meal that sad day
Evil men laughed at the blood they did spray
Her camera fell then to the ground
Her memory shall brighten all of your tomorrows
With her photos and kiss,
We stand silent in sorrow
One day, the camera, another shall borrow
Categories:
baguette, allah, courage, death, dedication,
Form:
Verse
Ah, Paris, is still calling me, as a romantic lover that has been the
background of my dreams. Though life passes by like a falling star
the hopeful trip still flows through my bloodstream. I’ve put off
hearing ‘Comment-allez vous’, which is an old reminder of what
someday I must do. Sometimes my thought’s wander to the
banks of the Seine yet I’ve never been except in pictures back
then. Will it ever happen? I long to stroll down the Champ
De Elysee for a whole day during the lovely month of May.
And when I gaze upon the Arc De Triomphe, I won’t state
‘humph’, rather it will be my own triumph. I’d love to
sit for hours, and be transformed by the power of the
Eiffel Tower. There will be plenty of time to visit the
Louvre and Notre Dame which are two good reasons
why I came. I’ll also see the castle Versailles before
I die; only as long as I give a try. And when hunger
sets in I’ll order café au lait in a sidewalk café on
the Champ De Elysee, and maybe I’ll say, merci.
A baguette with some brie will go wonderfully
With this bucket list spree in good old Paris.
Paris has always been the X on my treasure
map, though wrinkled and worn going way
back, I had sworn to dig up my dream, ah
some day, some day. Au revoir mon ami.
Le Bucket List by David Fisher for Bucket List Contest
Categories:
baguette, dream, travel, old, old,
Form:
Shape
I'm just sitting here
waiting for the ladle
To pass along to me,
those tasty things
I'm anxious for what's lying in its cradle
Letters forming words that often ring
But I'm looking in my bowl and it's half empty
The pot looks like it's barren to the bone
There's no meat or veggies , and I'm painfully aware
I'm sitting at the table all alone
There's no cake or cookies
No pies no candies
No wine at all
liqueurs or brandy
There's no dinner rolls
Baguette or sweet buns
And where in the hell
Is everyone ?
Categories:
baguette, absence, anxiety, friend, how
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
baguette, food, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
It all started with a bet
Inside a launderette
Over a cigarette
With a brunette
I hadn’t yet met
Her name was Marie-Antoinette
As she said it she did a pirouette
And wow what a silhouette
Coquette she wore an amulet
Feared nothing short of a bayonet
Forgot the laundry it was still wet
I got hungry and craved an omelet
Asked M-A to join me in my Corvette
Drove to the closest luncheonette
Ordered baguette and anisette
We talked right until the sun set
She showed me a statuette
She dreamt of a trip to Tibet
So we jumped on a jumbo jet
Me her and the rest of the jetset
Across the aisle was the oddest duet
He played the clarinet she the castanet
While Marie-Antoinette rhymed the alphabet
Dancing and waving with a serviette
Try and imagine this strange vignette
Marie-Antoinette Marie-Antoinette
Forever in her debt
Not so easy to forget
I only have one regret
I left Marie-Antoinette back in Tibet
Submitted on November 14, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 20 sponsored by MARK TONEY
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on February 17, 2018
Categories:
baguette, fun, silly,
Form:
Monorhyme
BBC News Alert
Somewhere in France
In the Countryside
A farmer has been arrested
For molesting an old cow
A drunken old hag was on all fours
Crawling around in his field
He, having had his wine and baguette
Thought he had forgotten one cow
Off he went to fondle and milk her ****
Turned out they were as dry as prunes
The cow in English barked; get your hands off of me
To which the pour farmer replied in absolute shock
Merde! Why you cow who barks, you speak English!
How can this be?
She replied I am not a cow you blind old farmer
I am a mooing poet of sorts
I dropped my dictionary in some cow dun here
Can’t seem to tell the difference between the two
I understand replied the farmer
Like me looking at you and a cow
Was very confusing indeed
Well I shall take me leave you old blind fart
The farmer snorted
Let me cut the fence open for you
She crawled back onto the road
Whereby the farmer was arrested
(Alsace has left wing laws it seems)
For letting his cow wander
Upon the intellectual property
Of France
Categories:
baguette, angel, anti bullying, crazy,
Form:
Light Verse
My husband said, “Pick up some bread
When you are at the store.
Of course you must be sure the crust
Is what I’m looking for.”
The loaf I found was nicely browned
And fresh out of the oven.
You never met a French baguette
About to get such lovin’.
For soon we’ll feast on what some yeast
Created with some flour;
When butter-spread, that loaf of bread
We’ll hungrily devour.
Categories:
baguette, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Day 1
I was defeated
That very first day
You held your baguette you had that Alizee sway
Love in Paris, always sweet in May
Days became months
Love became profound
We married and forever we said we'd keep
Our love, that grew like singers as Joe Dassin knew
Children danced and lumières were bright
Noël was heaven; we held our hands so tight
The journey was never easy, yet we knew we belonged
Our future was forever, until père called us home
The one day, when the autumn was almost done
From out of no where the sound of machine guns
Now its over, and the years have past
When pure evil took you, yet our love always lasts
I sing to les enfants, I tell them is alright
Your mama is above, in the heavens so bright
I kiss them and wrap my heart around their cuddly little souls
Only later, deep in the night
Do my tears begin to roll
Notes: Dedicated to the victims of the Paris tragedy in Nov 2015. Loosely based on an interview of one of the victims who lost his wife, and also loosely based on the song my Louane called “Jour 1”
Translations
Alizee means both “go” and is the name of a popular French singer
Lumieres in English means “lights”
Les enfants = the children
Categories:
baguette, angel, angst, children, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
Lolling, laughing, lingering,
O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.
In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:
Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
Let lunch last always:
Let it lustrate and luminate
Life lived long and lived well.
Categories:
baguette, food, life, love,
Form:
Alliteration
Boast brownies baking
in dirty palm oil bacon fat
Sugar-coated swine vanilla cupcakes;
pineapple upside down snout snacks,
so coconut phone hasty ...
Sound-byte puff pastry
Flour-face teflon pan —
tart marshmallow mint muffin
Silver tongue baguette
spooning out citrus acid banter batter,
so sour cream tasty ...
Lip huff puff pastry
Pinocchio banana crêpe nose;
roasted lies, almond alibis deep fried
Blueberry bagel beak raisin Cain,
yeast yell swelling pride:
Con-fectionary leaven in the oven,
so mint cookie I scream dainty ...
Pigging out on the puff pastry
Prune-flavored pucker paczki,
Fat Tuesday belly decadent bowel delectable
Cinnamon bun —
pumpkin spice glazed doughnut sphincter hole,
so dollar fig bark hasty ...
Plum tweet puff pastry
Odd cream of Bavarian
whip up the Orange Clockwork zest crowd
Egg white octogenarian
kneading raspberry rhetoric —
Gen. Custard pie hole powdered sugar loud,
so strawberry swirl tasty ...
Marble fudge puff pastry
Apple cruller golden crust coin flavor,
chocolate frosting money honey savor
Pecan pie cherry cheek a la mode,
buttery scone biscuits served cold
Key lime cheesecake dainty ...
Black bury tone puff pastry
Categories:
baguette, allusion, food, imagery, word
Form:
Alliteration
Sir Studly put out his cigarette
when the band played a minuet.
Did he ask me to dance? You bet!
And that’s when I began to sweat.
No lessons had I, least not yet;
still I stomped on the floor like a vet.
Sir Studly soon began to fret;
an assault on his toes I beset.
Two small feet became quite a threat,
not to mention my toe ring baguette!
He did not see me as a coquette,
as he came after me with a net.
I must say I have no regret;
there’s a lesson here I won’t forget:
Make sure your dance steps are preset
‘fore you dance with a studly brunette.
January 9, 220
For William Kekaula’s “First Time Here – Any Monorhyme” poetry contest
Categories:
baguette, dance, humor,
Form:
Monorhyme
I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up
The dry glass of flowers long started to wither
I yell for the waiter to make him run hither
The air con is broken I tell the garçon
It needs a regas - kindly put the fan on
Feeling light headed - the air closely stifles
I open my backpack and check on my rifle
I take out my weapon - look into the muzzle
The waiter just hoofs it - he answers this puzzle
He returns with a bottle and drinking glassware
A plate of moule-frites with some haricot vert
A slice of French brie in a fresh French baguette
And a royal dessert - an ice cream coronet
I pick up my glass of cool German hock
With fake deference I fake tug my forelock
He takes from his apron some pen and some paper
He's taking a poll - so how was your waiter?
I've gone four lines over - the limit I'm hitting
But hang on a second - this might not be fitting
And where are the horses in this French venue?
With snails and frog leggies - they're on the menu
Uses (sort of) the following words (in bold): muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
What on Earth inspired me
In life when I have to compete
I'm sometimes a little offbeat
This time I split words
Used meanings absurd
And wrote about menued horse meat
Reposting date: November 6th 2016
This contest: Take the dagger from my heart please - 3
Original contest: Horses
Original contest finalised: October 30th 2016
Categories:
baguette, funny, horse, humor, humorous,
Form:
Verse
junior was quiet nice
but the ***** he married not so
and if their airplane dove in the sea
not my problem as caroline kept visiting
with her children gawking at the black men next table
making bundle with jingle
I was ten when her father died
announce on the radio in the dark
no hot water public bath every week
and the toilet you had to share outside of the room
with cot beds opened for my sibling every night
as me the youngest will sleep with my mom in a bed for one
and for sure we had no heat winter come and will scurry every penny
for a baguette of bread to make dinner
and then became adult with a prospect I am going to find caroline
and sure did but took my time never telling the story sister
and wrapped your coat around your shoulders as Shloosberg told me
you don't have to do that but answered it's my privilege to do so
Categories:
baguette, america,
Form:
Free verse
Tempest again...
everywhere only apricot flowers-
Grandfather with baguette ...
Categories:
baguette, miracle,
Form:
Haiku