Best Barbequed Poems
A barbequed jerk chicken
Saltfish and okra
Snapper & avocado
Fruit & rum cake with
Coconut ice-cream
Steel drium high
Fry!
Are you in the mood
for a poem about food
Something marinated, dude
or grilled, barbequed
Tangentially:
Have you ever viewed
a painting in the nude
Meaning (if you're shrewd)
that you are no prude...
And would you ever collude
or possibly intrude --
wade into a family feud
a cesspool of moral turpitude
Back-on-Track:
Is your gastromo-palate imbued
with delights that include
a smorgasboard of seafood
dainty caviar, finger-lickin'-good
Barbequing on the grill
Prime steak such a thrill
Mouth watering I just spill
Waiting for this treat
Sauce smells oh so sweet
Give me meat—
Bam!
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/19/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
Grandpa and his kin gathered at the mill,
“It’s n’uther thanksgiving, y’all! Eat yer fill!
Hey cuzz Joe Bob, what’s the deal?
Whose turkey did y’all steal?”
What turkey? Y’all be chompin on road kill!
Yes siree y’all might have to chaw some,
But this barbequed swill be awesome!
Be a shame for it to waste,
So salt and pepper to taste,
And feast on some almost fresh possum!
Inspired by :
my poetry friend Carolyn Devonshire. : )
MOTHER'S WISHBONES, NO DOUBT
All furculae with not a fragment
of dried-up flesh or sinew
to despoil their luster — the slew
of them ranging in size from
Cornish hen to turkey. Funny,
I’d never noticed her extricate
one, strip it clean, secrete it
somewhere long-forgotten.
I took possession of those bones,
pried loose some of my own
from birds broiled, barbequed,
fried; primed each, applied gold
leaf. Made more of them
than Mother could’ve ever conceived
— the gilt, over the generations
of bones brittling whole, striking
beneath the wait of wishes.
'Tis said that the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in sixteen twenty-one.
'Twas the Pilgrims' first bountiful harvest so they decided to have some fun!
(That was the genesis of church potlucks that are popular to this very day,
And the origin of that American addiction, the all-you-can-stuff-ten-buck buffet!)
They invited Indian friends but with wary eye kept their blunderbusses handy,
In case the guests and their squaws might become sozzled with too much brandy!
The Injuns brought canoes full of maize, deer and fishes from Cape Cod Bay.
(Puritan ladies shyly tittered at the breechcloths worn by braves on that day!)
The Pilgrims had diligently tilled God's good earth to grow vittles for the feast,
And prowled forest and waterway on the hunt for fowl and four-footed beast!
Tables groaned with grub - the menu would've done the Waldorf-Astoria proud.
There was little talk 'cept for an occasional "pass the salt" from that ravenous crowd!
There were apple, peach and punkin pies and heaps of smoked and roasted turkey.
Also, fiery brandy, cider, barbequed beef, lima beans and piles of venison jerky!
Succotash, sweet pertaters, peas and turnips were heaped on pewter plates.
Gluttonous souls were heard to groan and appeared to be in desperate straits!
Missing was the dreaded green bean casserole that hadn't been concocted yet,
Since Campbell's mushroom soup, an essential ingredient, they could not get!
'Twas on that notable day that the strutting and hapless turkey made its debut!
(Oft I've mused - did the Palefaces and the Redskins play a football game too?)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Foods we all love to eat
Pastas,starches,and meat
And don't forget about something sweet
Pineapple,chocolate,and cocoa nut cakes
Some of our favorites that Mom bakes
Apple pie, peach cobbler, and sweet potatoe pies a few other she makes
Especially on a holiday
But we wish she'll do this everyday
Home made macaroni and cheese
That's made to please
Corn bread, buttermilk biscuits made with ease
Chicken and dumpling with gravy
This just drives me crazy
Chicken can be fried,barbequed,baked or stewed
Drinks like kool-aid,tea,sodas, and coffee freshly brewed
Lasagna,potatoes,noodles,and rice
We just have to take a dip or slice
Porkchops,steaks,ribs,hotdogs,hamburgers,or fish
Are great with just any dish
Peanut butter,cookies,and chips
Vegetables,soups,beans,and dips
Rabbits,squirrels,raccoons,and deer meat too
When prepared right they'll do
8/3/17
"
Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late
Checkmate
Your ship is sank
Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace
Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place
Those who instigate
And discriminate
I eliminate
Same with if any that imitate
And implicate
Then toward them I liquidate
My eye on people when they manipulate
And vitiate
I'm ready to assassinate
Let me articulate
I'm out to innovate
And assimilate
Don't make me reiterate
Before I dissipate
What better time is there to illustrate?
The great escape
And great debate
Lifting and pushing weight
Willing to undertake
It's all there to make
Lock it away in a safe
And put the rest in the bank
Keep a full gas tank
And work hard toward having an estate
With a keypad at the gate
As well as a pool the size of a lake
Home made cake
Veggies and meats barbequed or baked
Filling up the plate, with or without lobster and steak
An ever increasing rise in the birth rate
Music from the speakers rattling windows like an earthquake
Success on the first take
The blunt was rolled well and burned great
In the past seeds beginning to germinate
Then a certain scent started to permeate
Avoid all the drama
Got to add up more commas
Burning through potent ganja
If I gotta I wanna beat the case
Until the case is beat
They can take a seat
Because it all ended up being a waste
Of time and quite the disgrace
On the chase
A near endless race
Barely ever hitting the brakes
Picking up the pace
Got to get first instead of last place
From here on ground level or up in space
Too transparent and opaque
Not going to shake
The hand of any snake
Or flake
Got to keep the faith
One day ill buy or test drive a wraith
A flawless sapphire blue tanzanite sky
spurs the flight of a monarch butterfly,
discarding its colorless chrysalis
as summer's sunny rays intensify.
Waves tongue ticklish toes along the shoreline
licking at bare feet playing in the brine,
and laughs and giggles echo in the wind
as the magic of surf and sand combine.
The beach hosts a frenzy of sights and sounds
from frisbees to seagulls doing their rounds,
a cacophony of shrieks and clatter
as the children howl like a pack of hounds.
A yellow sun sparkles like a citrine
hung above splendiferous shades of green,
and I cool my sunburnt skin with a breeze
that smells of sweat and barbequed cuisine.
I revel in the dog days of Summer
set to the beat of a laid-back drummer,
for this unhurried pace is hypnotic,
although summer's end can be a bummer.
(Rubaiyat)
9/5/2018
Last night I showed my humble gratitude
To a sweet sow with pulchritude
She served as a shield
Or I would've squealed
When the farmer wanted me barbequed
Now, all she eats is pizza; Totino's
Whines that she needs help with the bambinos
But diapers are crappy
Not a chore for pappy
I'd rather gamble at the casino
Vicks Mentholatum. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I sometimes open the jar and stick my nose in for a little smell
Which turns into a big smell, a little on my nose, some around my
Neck, and finally I beg my husband to slather it on my back while
I saturate my chest with it.
This smell loves me, calms me, and nurtures me like no other.
I probably spent the first ten years of my life slathered like this,
It brings back memories of mother, warm cocoa, soft scarves, and books.
Nothing opens my soul up faster than Native American flute music. It brings
out my wolf wild side. I want to run to a cliff and howl at the moon. It takes
me instantly to Sedona vacations, turquoise jewelry, kachina dolls, bringing the
American Southwest into my heart, and healing the sad places.
Almost everything I see delights me – shiny things, natural things, new things. But the thing that makes my heart sing the fastest is the sight of my grandchildren. Any one of them. I have ten, and it does not matter which one is coming toward me. There is a surge of happiness that leaps through me in a boundless joyful way that cannot be described. It is a craziness that must be lived and felt.
Beans will be the death of me. My favorite tastes all include beans. It is a toss-up which one
I like the most – jalapeno peppers stirred in refried beans, barbequed beans, kidney beans, pork and beans, and ham and beans. I salivate when I think of any of these. It is a spontaneous reaction that I have never been able to quell. When I was a child we ate lots of beans, so maybe that is where this is coming from. I have no idea. But I know these are my favorite meals. I am a cheap date.
What do I not like to touch? The list is tiny. I am a tactile learner. To teach me, you have to let me grab it, shake it, spin it, toss it, catch it, and rub it. I touch wallpaper, woodwork, and metal file cabinets in offices. I touch ants, rocks, flowers, grasses. I hug trees. I hug people. I am a professional toucher.
Possibly my favorite touch is warm, sudsy bath water after a trying day. I immerse myself, washing off sadness and disappointment, thinking of the Vicks Mentholatum which I will slather on when I get out.
Written: July 27, 2018
Entered: My 5 Senses Contest Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Valentine's Day is more special when you
Take your sweet out to eat at a romantic venue.
Add appeal to the meal,
And show him/her how you feel,
With a side dish not found on the menu:
With fajitas and flan
Say "te amo" to Juan;
Serve some "ich liebe dich"
With a schnitzel or fish;
"Aloha wau ia'oe"
Goes with roast pig and poi;
Sigh "je t'aime" if your man
Offers you coq au vin;
If lo mein's what she wishes,
Say "wo ai ni" to your missus;
"Naku penda" suffices
For most okras and rices;
"Aie imasu" to Lucy
As you're sharing some sushi;
Put "ikh hob dikh lib" in a box
With some bagels and lox;
"Ayor anosh' ni" won't sound quirky
With hoecakes and jerky;
Shout "ti amo" with gusto
As you serve antipasto;
"Mi amas vin" you'll emote
Over barbequed goat;
With a nice spicy curry
Try "mea tum se pyaar karta hu" in a hurry,
Though there's no guarantee it will work.
No, it's not a sure bet,
So don't get upset,
And don't fret if you start to feel tinglish.
If everything fails,
Don't start chewing your nails,
Just say, "Darling, I love you,"
In English.
Author's note: The "cuisines d'amour" mentioned in this piece are as follows: 1. Spanish 2. German 3. Hawaiian 4. French 5. Mandarin 6. Swahili 7. Japanese 8. Yiddish 9. Navajo 10. Italian 11. Esperanto 12. Urdu.
Pronunciation is at the reader's own peril…
We met one summer evening
On a golden sandy dune.
There was something wonderful and sublime,
Something magical and spellbinding,
Infiltrating in the air that night,
As stars shone brightly high above,
Shining for you and me
Especially for you and me.
Our friends were singing merrily,
Infectious love was all around.
There, on a spit, a piglet
Was slowly spicy barbequed.
The fire roared and spluttered
While fat dripped on its fiery flames.
It was a time propitious
For mad mid-summer dreams,
So we drank our lovely Chardonnay,
And nibbled luscious roasted ribs.
We exchanged jokes and reminisces,
Laughed all night long
You and me.
At last we left together
Shoeless strolled upon the sand.
Around was moon-lit and serene.
The swell of the sea supplied a lullaby,
Euphoria filled our mien.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy:
Heard your captivating laugh.
There in a desolate sandy beach
Away from prying eyes,
We knelt down, touching our hands,
Sweaty palms against each other.
I looked into your azure eyes,
Saw the vast calm ocean
With moonlight shimmering brightly.
I smelled your perfumed skin,
Felt your lips caress my cheeks:
Waves rolled softly towards the beach
In a splendid harmony.
Was this a pleasant fairytale?
Was it an infinite dream?
Adam Lambert will come swooping in with Queen.
They will serenade me as I sit on my deck enjoying myself.
A van will pull up and my dog and cat will jump in.
They will be whisked off to Doggie and Kitty Day care.
Returning fully groomed with their vaccines in the evening.
Husband asks if I want any more orange juice or another omelet.
He's brought me homemade donuts, a waffle, and a bacon quiche.
He laid out my clothes for the day and will put the extra ones away later.
I draw a cartoon, write poems, and then get in my limo for my work ride.
Children at my school cheer “Mrs. K! Mrs. K! Mrs. K!" upon my arrival.
Principal announces that I have been named Woman of the Decade.
Tries to cancel classes, but I insist on teaching them because I love to.
The press comes in and takes photos of me. Oprah interviews me.
Gayle was too intimidated to come cause of my awesome reputation.
Limo driver waits while I travel down the avenue greeting many friends.
They tell me about my surprise party and we share many funny stories.
I eat my favorite barbequed chicken at Governor Stump’s Restaurant.
Then I am whisked home where I can slide under my electric blanket.
The perfect day!
Tempting pieces of glazed pork;
dressed in honey juice
it’s summer’s cook-out by night--
grilled chunks dance on flame
herbs thrilling moist buds,
a zesty
WHIRL!
Barbequed flavor warms
paste soaked in rice wine,
laughter ringing from delight
achara completes
eve's luscious fete--
sinful binge
YEAH!
For Kim Rodrigues Summer Cooking 7/10/2018
‘achara’—asian appetizer garnished with tomatoes,
cucumbers and green pickled mangoes.