Best Baking Soda Poems
I am the enchanted poetry biscuit
No gravy, no butter, I look so bland
Staring at the fridge, will you risk it?
Sweep me away in your hot hands!
I’m so much more than last night’s pizza pie
Come on now, I dare you, take a bite
A radiant magic awaits inside
To quench the burn; set your soul aright
Whether you nuke me, boil me, or bake me,
I’ll satisfy your cravings the same
And like life, I’m as good as you make me
Let the flour and baking soda set you aflame!
“Poetry Biscuit” was an irresistibly compelling suggestion…
5/1/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
For contest: Poetry ______
Sponsor: PDA
Chewy chocolate chip bars
finger licking good
soft butter sugars oats stir
fold in flour mixture
add chips and walnuts
spoon spread and
bake !
Just In Time For Back To School LOL
Chocolate Chip-Oatmeal-Walnut Bars
Whole wheat flour and oatmeal add whole-grain goodness to chewy chocolate chip bars.
1 cup butter, softened
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 eggs
1 1/4 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
Dash salt
1 (12-oz.) pkg. chocolate chips
1 1/2 cups chopped walnuts, toasted*
1. Heat oven to 375°F. Beat butter in large bowl at medium speed until soft and smooth. Beat in brown sugar, sugar and vanilla. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition.
2. Combine oats, whole wheat flour, all-purpose flour, baking soda and salt in medium bowl.
3. Slowly add flour mixture to butter mixture, beating until well-blended. Stir in chocolate chips and walnuts. Spoon and spread dough in ungreased 15x10x1-inch pan.
4. Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown; cool on wire rack.
TIP *To toast nuts, place on baking sheet; bake at 375°F. for 4 to 6 minutes or until pale brown and fragrant. Cool.
32 bars
Part 1
Lithium, Sodium, Potassium
All from Periodic Table Group One
Their reactivity is maximum
And they affect the human condition
Rechargeable batteries use Lithium
As a component in their production
It tries to make mental health optimum
In treating the bipolar condition
Sodium is essential in nutrition
As sodium chloride salt in food for taste
Sodium compounds home products are common
Some are baking soda, soap and toothpaste
Healthy nutrition needs Potassium
A good source of it is the banana
It's used in fireworks which are awesome
And also used in plant fertilizer
Part 2
I can still remember quite vividly
Watching alkali elements' power
It was in a lab class in chemistry
Demonstrated by our class teacher
A piece of sodium placed on water
Began to hiss very furiously
It then sped up under its own power
And ran around as if it was crazy
Potassium was much more violent
It made an extremely loud crackling sound
Then suddenly up into flames it went
And scared the wits out of the class around
Oh how my Grandmother could make a wonderful carrot cake
I'm sure many can remember how our grandmothers could bake
How that wonderful smell would meander right up to her front door
So as soon as we walked up we knew that something special was in store
And then finally one day, as I grew older and I even got my first car
I called and said 'I was coming over', for Grand Mom didn't live that far
Saying 'I wanted to learn more, so one day I might be able to bake
She said, "sure come on over, and we will make some carrot cake"
Of course there was no wonderful smell as I walked through her door
And then out on the kitchen table, all scattered there was so much more
There was salt, flour, oil, baking soda and powder and even vanilla extract
'Wow!' thinking the taste of all these ingredients by themselves really lack
Yet when all these things are brought together with a loving hand
By being part of this sum and coming together they make something grand
Maybe you're the flour in God's plan or maybe you feel like just basic oil
But God's is using all of us in his plan and you wouldn't want the cake to spoil
(Romans 8:28)
Dedicated to my grandmother Cecil Senechal
It's not impossible that my house stink.
At times there festers garbage in a sack
behind a closet door, and once the sink
got clogged with who-knows-what; sent water back
up filthy and all black; I dished it out
scoop by nasty scoop into a pan.
That damn disposal broke. There was no doubt
my kitchen reeked, so I turned on a fan
and dropped some baking soda in the drain
(I'd heard it stopped most odors), but the worst
came next: a stench which I could not explain.
I searched my rooms. Six days my house was cursed
until I found it dead and hidden well -
a mouse I bet inhaled the kitchen's smell!
(true story but a little exaggerated!)
For Susan Burch's
Offensive Odors or Noise Pollution Poetry Contest
Does politeness in your family well up like
a seed in jagged rocks in the tundra night?
Do manners brew in the black cauldron
with garlic, onions and eye of newt?
Does your family season its conversation with
gallons of salt, while forgetting to add sugar?
Would you rather season your conversation
with extra hot ghost pepper sauce?
Does your family function like a Mentos
that has been stuck inside a bottle full of Coke?
Or maybe your family function is like
vinegar and baking soda mixed in a blender?
If that is your family welcome to broken,
welcome to the ashes, and the dawning of a traumatic normal.
elementary science
we watched with wide eyes
baking soda and vinegar
a little red food coloring
emerge from a clay volcano
the foam erupting
moving fast
mixing these catalysts
consequence happened
our lives
like baking soda and vinegar
cause and effect
a mere chemistry experiment
some of us
not well-rounded chemists
make quite a muddle of it
not ever getting the concoction
quite right
i am convinced
some are not born chemists
maybe just decoration
red food coloring
So many irksome dilemmas in life can be cured by simple solutions.
All are not necessarily fixed by the latest technological revolutions.
To remedy the many vicissitudes that rain down upon myself,
I grab that handy box of lowly baking soda reposing upon the shelf!
This simple, innocent looking stuff is good for many uses,
Including easing the pain of little kneesies that easily bruises.
'Tis useful for sweetening reeking walking shoes and garbage cans,
For shining silver and rejuvenating blackened pots and pans!
Even my inscrutable cat begins to purr a mile "purr" minute,
When I freshen his litter box by sprinkling baking soda in it.
If my auto picks up that scourge of the road, the dreaded tar,
Baking soda is just the thing for tidying up the car!
Why should I pay a plumber to unplug the clogged-up drain,
When a dollop of baking soda will the same results obtain?
It can be used as a toothpaste for making choppers look smarter,
Whitening them and controlling that nefarious tartar!
I've found that after my all too frequent sprees of gluttony,
That only a dose of baking soda relieves my gastric agony.
Its use for indigestion docs would discourage or even squelch.
Fiddle Faddle! I find instant relief in one humongous belch!
There's a quick remedy for those neglected smiles,
even your dentist won't tell you that...
it's still a well-kept secret;
grandma whispered it to mother,
and mother to daughter,
but not father to son? Isn't it hypocritical, boys?
All women must be kissed by impatient men,
and what's more attractive than
teeth whitened by inexpensive baking soda, guys?
It's time you made yours whiter than Paul's!
If I told you I nearly fainted today
trying to make my pussy taste sweet for you,
(I'm allergic to pineapple,
by the way)
and had to toss back a glassfull of baking soda
water to quiet the abdominal creature
spitting y o u are the rosebud
my dew longs to rest upon,
would you think I was crazy?
Funny, self,
she does not know
how aching things rejoice in spillage,
fractures, she says
there is stillness in God.
See Jane pump out love poems
for a lioness gazing at the sun.
See Jane's words fly off with the cranes.
Now,
there is only us,
and the spring.
.
The
Box
School Bus
Yellow holds
Very simple cure
Make a paste with water place some
On an insect sting then this will reduce pain_swelling
Baking Soda for insect sting or bite helps most of the time with wasp, bee, sugar ant
Flour, sugar, butter, nuts
Rained with cinnamon
Yogurt, salt, vanilla, egg
Baking soda, pears
Forty minutes baked
Smell of Fall
Pears!
see recipe at:
http://www.mrfood.com/Cakes/Pear-Squares
for Barbara's contest "Harvest Foods"
like vinegar and baking soda combined
daily hustle bustle and grind — in caustic silence —
erodes...
precious time eroded in the rush to clear agendas
rushing to the rhythm of the— tick— tockin’ of time...
engulfed with the toils and responsibilities of life
it all seemingly moving in slow motion...
'til suddenly it becomes sublime
to realize just how much time— has passed
now seemingly moving much too fast...
like motion picture film spinning on a reel
as this arduous journey reaches a place of still...
still quiet —volume so loud —you can hear it scream
with flashes of the past rewinding inside your mind...
revealing —in that slippage of time— often
it was thou— you left behind...
quiet screams —
time to exhale....accept or receive
what has been lost or achieved...
shhhh — listen!— the time is now yours
time to lay to rest — hustle bustle and grind—
time — to relax your mind....
and enjoy —your way—what’s yours...
God’s greatest gift—
time......
***Inspired by the feelings many retirees and empty
nesters experience...
Charcoal covering my flesh, my bones
In my dream, I am a gorilla, I am a chimpanzee,
I am hanging upside down in the New York
City Zoo, picking off the ticks on others
and being ignored by humans, the ones
who come with food and hold the keys
to my freedom, the end of my display.
My skin is painted on black.
I want to wash it off, but the color
works like a deep rooted stain on the carpet.
Some dirt just won’t rinse off no matter
how many tricks grandma can perform
with lemon and baking soda. My whole
body is becoming like a rusted tuba on the third
floor of a creepy farmhouse. Everyone is too
afraid to come up and put their lips on me.
I want to be a really good song about freedom
but my penitentiary comes in a shallow form
of indifference and neglect like a baby left in
the bath water long enough for its skin to prune.
Nobody gives a damn about my skin. I become something
like bad memory because of it. Not in the way you forget
but in the way everything comes out in bad dreams
you try to forget upon wake. Grandma says the next
morning, kissing my forehead, handing me pancakes
You are beautiful in the moments nobody notices
like a butterfly laughing with the crickets on a drop
of salt water straight from god’s tears. I heard
the snores turn to yelling, screaming, crying
the apes are judging me and I don’t feel woman.
Give anything for my hair to grow and flow straight
Sick of being called Medusa with the snakes and stone stare.
My grand baby, howling all night, get off me snakes
I am no ape. Get those eyes off of me. I am no stone
cold killer. Can’t you see I’d give anything to be
different, to be a rainbow, to be that white woman
who flips her hair in the sun to get a key to her freedom.
Having a dinner party that night
I was getting the meal prepared,
had all the steaks and salad ready
but nothing yet for dessert,
feeling like a Betty Crocker,
but with little time left,
decided to make an upside down
pineapple cake from scratch,
getting out a recipe from Good
Housekeeping from the rack,
reading the fine print,
I went right to work,
whipping up all the ingredients,
for my special dessert,
popped it in the oven for 1/2 hour,
and when I took it out it looked
good and smelled like a flower,
all went well as my party progressed,
my guests commenting on my
dinner as being one of my best,
then serving them the pineapple cake
they all looked so eager to try,
until my best friend took a slice
and bit into it with a disappearing smile,
then I noticed my other guests
with frowns on their faces,
so I took a slice myself
and tasted the awful bitterness,
everyone gulped down their
drinks and then drank some more,
I as well to get rid of the horrible
taste that nauseated me to my core,
I apologized and excused myself,
and wondered about the awful
taste mystery while back in the kitchen,
so I reread the ingredients and
noticed the one I had used mistakenly,
instead of using one cup
of sugar I used a cup
of baking soda in my haste,
and that is why that was the first
and last time I made pineapple
upside down cake!
8-3-2016