Best Beef Poems
I’m a free spirit rising
a freethinker dreaming
Stoically climbing
the surreal limbo bar,
But I don’t know why
i’m no bright spark
for split seconds on fire
lighting up the dark
Yet we have one
with burning aspirations
peers into his own sky
it goes over most heads
Just like mother earth
oh that monster
who never shared a bed
Unresurrected yet alive
drones from a hive
uniformity in his wardrobe
reminds me of
a Gucci slave
in fox fur skin
self imposed virgin
His yellow ribbon tie,
symbolic of no hope
tourniquet for the throat
leers around corners
peers over the edge
paranoid with multifaceted sides
seen through opaque eyes
equals the root of Pi r squared
be careful not to stare
Does his hell refuse lepers
can I comment
without being masked
stop me spreading gossip
through questions I ask,
Searching for answers
or setting traps
they come thick and fast
But like always
with many gaps
Cast out of Eden
for the beef he’s eaten
an iPhone heathen
Doesn’t know when beaten
perhaps tofu can sweeten
the Shakespearian cretin
By
David Kavanagh
(Record scratch, a cool, jazzy beat drops - think late-night NYC)
Yo, lemme set the scene, the park bench, twilight's glow Yeah, she bad, I can't help but let it show He-he bad too, that's my reflection, lookin' fly With my boo, chillin' beneath the NYC sky White Castle spread, a feast fit for us two Fries dipped in vanilla, tell me what else to do? Cheesecake stick, for that sweet, perfect taste Old school love, no time to go to waste
She bad, like a fly chick in a movie scene, you see Smooth like silk, yeah, that’s my queen, you feel me? We bumpin’ old school, Amazon Music, gettin’ our vibe "U Send Me Swingin'" on repeat, keepin' us alive (Beat pauses slightly, a few bars of the "U Send Me Swingin" vocal sample play, then beat continues)
Yo, this ain't no fairy tale, this is real, you know The kind of love that makes your spirit grow Like a graffiti wall in Bushwick, bold and bright She got me feelin' like I'm baskin' in pure light We talkin' life, dreams, while the city hums No need for the fake, no sugar coated hums Just raw and real, beneath the moon's embrace This ain't no fling, this love I can't replace
She bad, that’s the truth no cap, she’s the type That makes a real man forget all the hype Like a bodega on a Saturday, always open She my everything, the way she keep it hopin’ We sippin' shakes, talkin’ ‘bout future plans My heart’s in her hands, like a sand in her hands Just laughin’ loud, no pretenses, just us This is timeless love, built on honest trust
He-he bad, yeah, I step with confidence, refined But with her by my side I leave my ego behind Flowin' smooth like the Hudson River at dawn She's the sunrise in my life, finally reborn So I pull her closer, feelin' that sweet sway Got me swingin' for that love, every single day We the illest couple, in this Concrete Jungle, it goes She got my heart swingin', every time she blows Me a kiss that is, my one and only boo That's why I keep it real, for me and you
(Beat fades out with layered vocal samples of "swingin'")
Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty.
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence.
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy.
Salivating at arrival of that succulent essence.
Tender juicy slices of beef covered with gravy.
A splendour when touched by crispy bubbling pudding.
Roast potatoes smiling that wicked grin for tongue's activity.
Forks and knives clatter in haste for that delight of tasty supping.
Drowning that deliciousness with ale.
Rhyming lyrics midst throng of patrons' happiness.
Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding you made me hale.
I will visit you often and celebrate tummy's warmth in merriness.
Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine.
This is a humble meal that tastes great.
To have it, I will gladly wait in line.
Boiled potatoes and carrots added are fine.
As I see it cooking, I can hardly wait.
Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine.
Beer goes well with it, or possible light red wine.
I am too hungry to have dinner at eight.
To have it, I will gladly wait in line.
Most Irish people consider this dish divine.
Serve it right up to me on a plate.
Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine.
Wherever it is served, please hold up a sign.
Dish it out and please don’t hesitate.
To have it, I will gladly wait in line.
While barley grows in the field, and grapes on the vine,
Irish people serve it in every county and state.
Corned beef and cabbage is a favorite of mine.
To have it, I will gladly wait in line.
For Julie-Michelle's Enter the Rhyme Battle Part 4 contest
Beef Vegetable Soup
with carrots, crisp cabbage and sweet peas fresh from the garden, not soup... Soul Food!
11/05/15
Horse who won in Yorkshire
Last year how come
To be a beef in my menu this year
beef stew bubbles right
my stomach anticipates
the great warm goodness
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini."
- Jack Freestone
Bikini Betty's Beef
A randy surfer from Malibu Crest
Untied the bikini top off of Celest
You’re my Betty let’s hang loose
As he tried for her caboose
Celest slapped his hand away from her breast
Aloha Barney, this isn't your turf
A lecher you are who can’t even surf
Damn men with no brains, think again
Bet you’ve never even hung ten
I’m not your Betty, uncool stupid Smurph
by I Am Anaya
As striking as a Malibu Barbie doll
Gals in bikinis I love, summer and fall
But I'm classy and kind
And so drawn to their mind
That they need not wear a bikini at all
by Robert Gorelick
Beef Jerky
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I love beef jerky,
and it lovely jerky taste
I gobble it up very fast
it's something I don't waste.
It's a little piece of heaven,
that I'm addicted to
we just go together
it's weird, but very true.
I could eat it everyday,
I'm a simple kinda girl
I don't need the fancy things
in my simple little world.
6/17/14-Jessica Thompson
I sit at my computer musing and trying to compose meaningful verse.
Try as I might with Shakespearian panache my lines to intersperse,
With profound nuggets of enlightenment to attain universal fame,
My concentration is lost in a fog, like an ever-changing movie frame!
I suppose I could blame this dilemma on my dear, long-suffering spouse.
She's cooking beef stew for supper - the aroma is wafting about the house!
Now, how am I to concentrate on versifying when my palate is just itchin',
To delve into that delectable ambrosia she's slaving over in the kitchen!
Ah! I can hardly wait to taste that mouth-watering olio awaiting me!
She makes the best in town, tossing all kinds of stuff in that potpourri!
Of course there is the best of beef that she has tenderized and diced,
And the scrumptious gravy with exotic herbs she has liberally spiced!
She adds sweet peas, a tolerable amount of corn and russet pertaters,
And just enough onions for my taste, green peppers and fresh termaters!
Green beans, carrots and a tad of celery top off this fantastic brew!
Le Cordon Bleu Chef at the Ritz dare not concoct a more elegant stew!
Alas, I've wasted all afternoon trying to hatch up some credible rhyme,
But my thoughts have been consumed with that ragout laced with thyme!
Ah! My wife announces supper is ready so I'm gonna load my plate!
That poetic masterpiece I had in mind today will just have to wait!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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(Sundays)
Each street sounded of
Lawn mowers, laughter, bicycles and bells
The odd car being revved up
And oh my! The heavenly smells
Each towns aroma was roast beef
Gravy and yorkie puds
When hungry tummies with bated breaths
Sneaked to the shops for sweets and other forbidden goods
Latch dogs roamed free in packs or joined in with us kids
Depositing delights, creating awful smelly skids
Ken Dod and his Diddy men, duster in his hand
'isn't it a nice day!' as he skipped through Diddy land
'eat up all your Brussels now!'
What a ruddy shame
That dog hates them as much as me
Traitor! Should be his name
Sneak off down the brick fields for some fun a fight or swim
Come home filthy and lie
About 'where on earth you've been?'
Four in a bath to stew and wash each others backs
Waters at a shortage now, unlike the dreaded smacks
Off to bed cross Lino floor to reach the bottom bunk
Can't wait to grow up now
And be a rebellious punk
Delicious and warm to eat,
Corned beef hash,
A real treat,
Mix-up mash,
Anything goes,
Or a concocted prose,
Very simple,
Not hard to do,
Carrots, onions potatoes
All in your stew,
Beefy oxos too,
All your own desires,
Best veggies for you,
Just like a poem,
Or a herb garden you grew,
Stir up with your spoon,
Ready very soon,
Smelling great!
Delightful in its taste,
Nothing left to waste,
Poor it on your plates,
Filling for your tummies,
A recipe just for dummies.
21/01/2017
I sit here eating vegectable soup
and im really pissed off
Cause I much rather have beef stew
Beef and fresh vegetable soup
Home garden grown corn
Butterbeans kissed by the dew
Tomatoes sun touched
Tender black-eyed peas
Sliced carrot
Dream!!!
roast beef (rare) had looks beyond compare
his face was rosy and blush
without a trace of stubble or gristle
he was suave and clean
a beef lovers dream
hard and lean a macho machine
gleaming
dreaming
scheming of a way to seduce Phyllis Filet
roast beef (rare) met Phyllis filet on a gray day
the were standing in line at the slaughterhouse gate
small talking
awaiting their fate
as the inched their way closer to endeavor the cleaver
they felt so much lust they were encrusted in fever
burning to escape the date of their fate
they devised a plan
a slaughterhouse scam
they executed the plan with lightning force
Phyllis wiggled over and started flirting with a horse
she glowed
her words flowed as she took him for a ride
roast beef (rare) felt a swelling of pride
he knew when Phyllis caressed the horses tail
that there'd be no way that their plan could ever fail
that they'd soon be romping in greener pastures
both of them getting just what they were after
they flung on a fling
high
low
every which way but loose
Phyllis the poor dear conceived a papoose
a bouncing baby beef to be or not to be
that was her dilemma
after she found out that roast beef (rare) was infested with salmonella