Best Barbecue Poems
Each morning just before lunch at eleven,
I can see the black smoke rise.
Pops has his large grill fired up.
Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame.
Just come here to satisfy your hunger.
Pops is not skimpy on his sauce.
The man is the boss for cooking.
Jim went to the nudies June barbecue
But it got windy and glowing sparks flew
Folks ran, being in the buff
Jim didn't move quick enough
He screamed when one hit his digeridoo..
lord of the outdoors
ruler of the castle
king of the barbecue
wielding fork and spatula
like a maestro
snow rain or shine
surf and turf
burgers or hotdogs
rotisserie chicken
exotic kebobs
grilled colorful veggies
nontraditional desserts
take a bow
you’re a pro
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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Coals
Turn white
That give off
Heat for cooking,
Now season the steak
And then place on the grill,
Then when it starts to sizzle
Start turning so it doesn't burn,
Cook throughly to your perfection
Then enjoy with salad, fries and cold beer.
Written 12th June 2021.
Reckless Ron from sunny Bennelong
Turned barbecue sausage without a tong,
He'd use his teeth to open beer,
He'd call out loud, " I've got no fear,"
But alas, one day he left the gas on.
Authors note:
Bennelong is the point in Sydney Harbour, NSW, Australia, where the famous Sydney Opera House is located.
Once there was a right dandy dude from New York
He dined each day on the finest loin of pork
Never met a pig he did not admire,
Roasting on a flaming barby fire
Made even tastier by the pop of the cork.
May 23, 2021
The sun is shining,
warm summer,night
time to set the grill alight.
Wait untill the charcoal is white,
then you know,it's right.
Bratwurst, steaks,spareribs,
it makes my mouth water,
thinking of this.
The aroma of the meat
sizzling on the grill,
cold beer nicely chilled.
Salads,jacket potatoes,
garlic bread too,
any thing else,just wouldn't do.
Guests seated at the table,
all there from uncle Tom to aunty Mable.
savoring the grilled delights,
talking, well in to the night.
Aunty mable, stands up to go,
not too steady,don't you know.
Nothing to do with the drink,
it's old age, I think.
We party till early morn,
after having drunk, lots of korn.
Telling of tales old and new,
wondering how the time flew.
Yes that was a good night,
now it's time to sleep tight.
Based on my consulting this year’s almanac
June 30th being the best possible day for a BBQ out back
I sent out invitations to everyone, I didn’t hold back
There was the lumberjack, the nymphomaniac
The humpback, the hunchback and the hypochondriac
The kleptomaniac, the hemophiliac and the insomniac
No reason to leave out the egomaniac and the pyromaniac
Ooops and how could I almost forget our local amnesiac
I proposed a neighbourly exchange of paperback
I asked them all to contribute, call back or at least provide feedback
Eve of June 30th, gotta prepare my shack
Start to clean vigorously with ammoniac
Wash my floors and dust that miscellaneous bric-a-brac
To make room for guests, park my hatchback in the cul-de-sac
Find bowls for every possible sweet and snack
Think of various games including kayak and piggyback
Think I might serve some type of aphrodisiac
Put together a musical playlist of 60’s to 70’s flashback
Get all set for a promising night of banter and wisecrack
I think I’ve thought of everything and I’m right on track
O gotta go… I think I hear the doorbell- must be Jack
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
We were strolling through time's meadow just walking love's dog....
Then I found a log; threw it in my back pack when she roped his hog ?
I am a barbecue chicken man
and I don't mean from a can
grill or roast it slow and long
slather that sauce on strong
You bet I like it wet
saucy and tangy sweet
Barbecue is like
making candy out of meat
Simmering in it's juices that barbecue smell
makes your mouth water for that barbecue meal
The chicken so tender it self debones
taste so good you'll want to chew the bones
Lick your fingers lick your plate
let none of that barbecue flavor escape
Be sure to make enough for even more
your neighbors for a taste at your door
And when the barbecue chicken is all gone
those barbecue ribs need gnawing on.
put a cauliflower on the barb-b
let us roast it while it's still alive
put a burger on the barb-b
it was dead before it was fried
chomp on lettuce, no sound
of begging can you hear
but you just ate it, live me dear
all flora breaths for the world
but go on eat it alive or dead
to all vegans, I have to say
it's your bed your making
on it you could a long time lay
as omnivores, you could eat
both flora and fauna, together
if we want to live we have to feed
summer cooking my recipe
go on chuck a crayfish on the barbecue
roast some chestnuts, next years
new life, just remember we eat
to survive, come on summer cooking
let's rock n roll or a Viennese waltz
meat or veg or go crazy eat both
gee summer cooking ain't it fun
Summer Cooking Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
06/27/18
it's beautiful, the whole dam business,
the circle, the new and distant friends,
the words formed, which blow away;
like Zeek and Ike and Calloway;
and the dark sky, rests; and I
find a jilted tree, not far from the buzz,
and the busy blue-breezed, hussy; the
chicken on the step, persisting its
gibberish neck;
but, heavy in eye, I melt into the lavatory;
with its pirouetting flies, and dark satanic
skies, of cracked vermillion tiles;
nonetheless; this is my life; thank you for
the friends, the words, and my wonderful wife;
the sweet afternoon-wind kisses, my old locks,
and spent near-misses;
and; the quality, rhyming-time ;
and I can’t disguise my reprise, my dread-locked
naked smile, and goatee-spilling beard, latching on
to the fertile, busy-breeze, and its warm fertile ease.
but despite all this; I’ll wait; I’ll wait for the borrowed
lies, the perky anchor’s, version of the news;
treated, trusty lemon skies?
I’ll wait:
Barbecue Love
I grilled your dreams
Burnt your hopes
Singed your expectations
Set your life ablaze
I fed you charred hopes
Which gave you indigestion
The result was constipated love
Which could only be healed
By a laxative name Tyrone
Tyrone picked up the pieces
Of your broken heart
Put them together
And made you whole again
Now I am left with ashes
Wishing you'd come home
The clouds roll in, the sky gets dark,
The trees sway to and fro
And thunder rumbles, getting set
For Nature's rainstorm show.
Of course the timing coincides
With readying the grill
But if I have to barbecue
While rain pours down, I will.
The burgers and the dogs deserve
A charcoal bed below
So I'll attempt with all my might
To see that it is so.
barbecue season
friends around the fire pit
~ sun and lazy clouds
AP: Honorable Mention 2021