Best Eatable Poems
Autumn Leaves
Autumn Leaves are here and beautiful. They are gold, brown, and crisp;
Crisp, but not eatable, but beautiful to look at and admire. Autumn
Leaves remind us that life brings about a change; a change for the better
or for worse, who is to say! Autumn Leaves-reminds us that there
are forces within the universe that have power to cease plant life and
life during this part of the year; getting ready to Spring forth again when
that season comes. Autumn Leaves; wake them up, sweep them up,
and pick them up; Autumn Leaves; part of nature's life cycle.
Categories:
eatable, america, beautiful, black african
Form:
Lyric
It was my birthday and my partner wanted to take a trip to Mazatlan,
on the coast of Mexico. We decided to go deep-sea fishing so the next day.
We got up very early and headed to the beach. We were in a small
boat with two other men. We started out and the driver had hooked up
our lines with leuers as big as my forearm. Well within one hour we hooked
an eleven foot sail-fish, the beautiful beast took about 45 minutes to capture
after putting up an admirable fight we landed him and put him inside the boat.
As he died I remember his beautiful blue color turned to black. It wasn't
pleasant, I felt a tinge of guilt because they were not eatable but only stuffed
for show. I could just imagine how ridiculous this giant fish would look on my
small apartment wall,
We continued on our excursion and not even an hour later we hook another fish...
who ever thought it would be the fisherman's dream...a blue marlin. This required
some strength so the five of us took turns reeling her in. The marlin would jump
out of the water and the captain would speed up the boat in her direction allowing
us to reel the line in faster. Well we played this sordid game for five hours until the
marlin died of exhaustion. Now dead it floated to the top of the water, black instead
of blue from the loss of oxygen. We tied him to the side of the boat...he was over
eleven feet and weighed 750 lbs. The captain hung out the blue flag and we drove
back to shore to be welcomed by many from the small town. We were instant
celebrities but my guilt was getting the best of me. How or why did I just kill
these two beautiful animals, just for sport! ...barbaric.
Categories:
eatable, death,
Form:
Prose
The Era of Area
Diameters
Circumference
The whole sector
My vision is the mirror of the world I'm reflecting
Led by my Path and direction
I said I was reckless
But only to relay the message
That
peace is peace
But that don't mean just ah fraction
We are mankind
Not manufactured
Intellectuals
That lack actual
Intellect that's factual
Susceptible
To information un creditable
Satisfied with lies made eatable
Audible and fashionable
Collateral
damage,
descendants of
Degenerates
Piggybacking
Of ignorance
Soliciting
Bigotry and
Vengeance
Is it
the power of adding every cents
Or the fact that we been slaves
Caged in that same ship ever since
Kunta tried to make a drum
But the beat skipped
Speak it
He taught me,
that's the way to pass teachings
Read it
Alex Haley taught me
Words are our secret
language leads us to our healing
I thank Ayala for her leading
And Lauren hill for her grieving
So many I thank without guessing
But you feel their presence
Through my content and evidence
I'm forever rich
Gold is my soul
Diamonds shining through my bones
I'm all elements and minerals
Ascending in intervals
I'll be the bird with the word
So you dont get pigeon holed
Strength is within us
We forget it though
Looking at the exterior
Forgetting the inter folds
We self centered
But are we centered though
See the picture and throw a filter on
Then wonder why you vision thrown
We all sinners
casting the first stones
My people, take these steps with me
The path the leads us back home
Categories:
eatable, deep, growing up, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep
No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs
Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it you know I would
Save the grease for extra flavor
Bacon is the taste I favor
Bacon bits make a salad palatable
Bacon strips make liver eatable
Bacon is the real deal
Bacon Bacon for every meal
Bacon cooked with cabbage
Without it life is savage
Bacon is a dog's favorite treat
Forget Fido let me eat
Smoked with hickory or applewood
Cured with sugars is understood
Crisp or chewy Yum Yummy Yum
Maple or peppered give me some
Baked, microwaved or fry
Without it kiss life goodbye
Bacon Bacon fills my freeza
Best part of any pizza
Bacon can never be eaten raw
Buy precooked if no time to thaw
Bacon makes a wonderful jerky
Bacon is pork never turkey.
Categories:
eatable, food, funny, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Where had you been, we were so keen,
To feel your touch, we enjoy you so much.
‘Til ke Laddu’, ‘Pinni and Kachodi’,
‘Gajar ka Halwa’, ‘Garmagaram Pakodi.
Sweaters and shawls, quilts and blankets,
Everybody is packed in socks and jackets.
Cold wind that blow and faces that glow,
Noses turned red, dandruff that spread’.
Resolutions, commitments and preparations,
Dear January, You are full of celebrations.
You bring with you, lots of things to do,
Hello January, we welcome you.
Date - 18/01/14
*Til ke laddu- eatable balls of seasame seed.
*Pinni- Eatable balls made of wheat flour, lots of dry fruits and ghee (melted butter).
*Kachodi and pakori- Two Indian snacks.
*Gajar ka halwa- Carrot pudding.
*Garmagaram- served hot.
{ These things loose their taste if I dare to write them in English--
sorry for the inconvenience caused to my English friends. :( }
Categories:
eatable, celebration, hello, january,
Form:
Rhyme
I hate you now, you did me wrong
I did you till the cows came home,
My friend called and said, ‘’she was through with you’’,
And I was jealous because, "I was weak, and didn't
Have the wherewithal to walk away.!
Now my best friend is leaving me with you.
Leaving me to crave you all alone.
I should have been gone...
You took away some of my ‘’top of the list folks’’-
With your too sweet facade, and I still held on.
Why did I stay? It was your sweet
Soothing ways, comforting me,
Calling me from out of my sleep to rendezvous with you.
I have lost my taste for you.
I am trying to get away from you.
Large portions, ‘’too much sugar for a dime’’.
Killing myself for the desire of you,
Addicted to the thrills you bring.
Sweet thing, I want to hate you.
Sugar, I am trying to hate you it’s simple
I heard that once I let you into my system, you’ll start to cohort
with the enemy and promote cancer inside of my temple.
Sugar, I am done with you; unlike my friends;
I am not willing to die for your, sugary appeal.
Word is you cheat, you like to sneak around inside,
Of once healthy snacks, and cause heart attacks,
Causing joint inflammation and arthritis pain.
Crippling me as you hide in eatable staples,
Appearing as safe. I will spit you out at the table!
I hate you now sweetie- trick no good ...
Don't care that you’re refined:
Never again “knowingly “will I swallow you:
Only for you to consume me as a killer treat.
Sugar" I am dumping you for honey,
And ‘’ my honey can go in raw’’.
‘’ my honey’’ will keep my company
And I won’t even miss you at all.!
Sweet Thang…
Categories:
eatable, abuse, addiction, drug, food,
Form:
Personification
W-watery
a-appertizing
t-treat
e-enjoyable
r-red
m-memorable
e-eatable
l-likeable
o-on a hot day
n-neutrision
Categories:
eatable, fruit, green, red, sweet,
Form:
Acrostic
A-appetising
p-pleasant
p-pie
l-likeable
e-eatable
p-pieces
i-ice cream
e-enjoyable
Categories:
eatable, fruit, sweet,
Form:
Acrostic
With few exceptions, I am a prudent observer, and I tend to pay attention.
I think that I understand the meanings of the ‘Use Before’ and ‘Best By’ dates.
In fact, I did indeed read the ‘Best By’ date, but failed to think deeper about it.
No, the product was not ‘outdated’, but a more prudent observer would have noticed. Such would have noticed that the ‘Best Buy’ date was rapidly
closing in on the actual and current date. But I did not notice this time.
The grocer did nothing illegal; but he did revive a more discriminating buyer.
Though the box of crackers was eatable and not unhealthy, they were not fresh. They were indeed ‘crackers’; so ‘cracked’ in fact that they could barely dip and hold the delicious chicken spread that my wife made for me.
Over the years, I have met “Mrs. Would’a, Mr. Could’a, and Miss Should’a, and occasionally, I too am one of them. This week, I should’a read a print ‘more fine tunedly’ that really was not so finely printed. I tell you, most eyes would agree that the print was fine. I should’a been, but I was not.
04162016 cj PS Contest, I Really Should’a Read The Fine Print, by
John Lawless
Categories:
eatable, business, food, smart,
Form:
Narrative
All over Italy north and south
Cows and goats and their cheeses
Corn polenta, mid-land pastas
There white and red wine always pleases
Beans and cabbages poor man’s wishes
Folded with tomatoes and onions
Add broth, and eatable Allium that helps the best dishes
That strong flavored bulb even illnesses eases
Ah Italy the chefs and mothers have such genius
The country endowed with uncommon vigor of mind
There you will find versions of dishes of every kind
And though the Nazis were there people still dined
Many sent their meats and cheeses to barns and homes
Where people would run and hide leaving the worse behind
Reminding us Bologna gave us sauce, pasta and pears
In remembrance still everyone gathers and shares
Ah Italy how I wish I could again be there
But tonight in Santa Cruz there will be —
Still be tomatoes, cheeses, pasta and pears
Categories:
eatable, food, health, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Everyday Math
Milk, bread, eggs...
the necessities we need,
to feed those we love
every day.
They are getting harder to buy,
and they are not easy to raise.
Life is becoming more expensive.
It is changing everything about us,
that we were, before this time.
Yet, there is no going back.
I put half a gallon in my grocery basket.
When I get home, I will add water,
to make it stretch.
It will be the same color,
but the flavor will be gone.
Cereal will be wet,
and eatable.
I learned to make bread,
last summer...
but it is hard.
It rises when it likes and
lays there lazy when it chooses.
We eat it anyway, every day,
without complaint.
We are full.
The eggs are now from the quail.
They are the stars in the park...
The place?
My back yard, a jungle of my own design.
The birds, they give and never take,
they have a lovely heart
that is part of the greater picture of life.
When will we be, the way we were?
When will we return?
The answer is earned,
by those that realize,
and open their eyes
to the rise of the end.
Categories:
eatable, america, crazy, death, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
Faraway Footsteps
How present
This past
Called memory
Hollow sole dragging
Hobnail boots
Caked with crud
Mud
And oil
Atop the landing
"Drop them greasy clothes"
Came the sometimes loving voice
The sometimes malevolent voice
But always his wife's warning
My mother's caring way
So many years past
When linoleum's impoverished sound
Is so remembered
Stepping from stove to table
Her laboring hands
Hefting the pressure cooker
Laden with steam softened cracked wheat
Barely eatable
That day's nourishment
Weighing upon
Forever toiling legs
Cushioned by sheepskin slippers
Whispering their shuffled prayer
I care
Generously ladled
Chew-your-brain-loose grains
Fit for health
Unfit for a kid
Layered my stomach
Fortified my heart
Prepped me abler
To gather reverie
So dear
Then
There was the sound
So ethereal
Heavenly I was told
Of bare feet
Curling the once-a-day-vacuumed
Pride and joy carpet of sage green wool
Replacing recently vanquished
Throw rug jigsaw mess
My early youth played upon
Our palace place
The living room
Scrunching pleasures
Toes lapping up that carpet
Dad's feet
Awful specimens
Calloused of years hard labor
Mother's feet
Preserved with nightly hot water soaks
Epson salts
When we could afford it
Worthy of pedicure
Never afforded
Me
Always wore my socks
Heavy wool
Darned when worn spots
Yelled loud enough
Mixed colors
When necessary
Yet always comfy
Homey
Loving covers
For footsteps
Unaware of the journey ahead
When steps would have to become strides
Leaps
Bounds
And eventually
Idleness
So present
These footfalls of then
Becoming echoes
Foreshadowing paces to come
When a once stubborn child
Needed to listen carefully
Or miss the lessons
Still offered today
From faraway footsteps
Passing near by
Categories:
eatable, growing up,
Form:
Prose Poetry
MY WORDS TO YOU
Tend the farm for the adaptable
Of the smiling priceless Vegetable
Teeth your heart in understandable
For my emotional feeling is uncountable
Here in my dying heart would I table
The price which is not affordable
My spirit man's work is unimaginable
But I loose to make it available
Move it to the spirit and be lightable
Body which is not Re-writable.
The gift can not be awardable
Yet, it could be seen in a movable
Road where the gospel is not preachable.
I will make thee Queen-able
Whom mote will be unable
To be heavenly dictable.
Make it an honest unquestionable
Act which is eviable not eatable
For my words to you are hear- able
Categories:
eatable, art,
Form:
Couplet
Yes you are lacking in basic culinary skills
your cooking is wanting for a flavor thrill
And heaven knows you'll never make a savory dish
so close your eyes and use the chefs last wish
Food too plain and bland what do you do
get that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Don't be shy tastebuds counting on you
open that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Slather it, smear it, pour it on strong
the more you use the less it taste wrong
The vigor of mustard on your tongue
that sweetness of ketchup sings a song
Disguise that flavorless gunk on your plate
pile high those condiments for goodness sake
Make it bearable and a eatable chow
with sky high food prices can't be wasteful now
So be grateful and thankful that you are able to chew
your mediocre insipid rather mild boring cooked food
By simply adding to the table what you must do
a jar of mustard and ketchup too.
Categories:
eatable, food, fun, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Write some limericks using words below.
Here are some examples that I just created.
Jim Horn
Bar Stool Had Been Destroyed
Instead of him being a drinking fool,
Threw bar stool into swimming pool;
Now no longer here,
Or close and near;
Did find destroyed in a fighting duel.
Want You To Do
Here is what I will want you to do;
Use words below being quite a few;
With pen in hand,
Do something grand;
Write limericks making dreams come true.
Rambunctious, unctuous, sumptuous.
Affinity, amenity, obscenity.
Steward, assured, reoccurred.
Invigorate, integrate, satiate.
Caress, impress, duress.
Eatable, incredible, pitiful
Urinal, nocturnal, eternal.
Sedate, wait, constipate, celebrate.
Illustrate, prevaricate, humiliate.
Propensity, proclivity, sensitivity.
Worrying, hurrying, scurrying.
Remote, devote, anecdote.
Caught, onslaught, bought.
Heard some say, going my way and make my day.
Realize, scrutinize, alibis.
Escapade, made, parade
Sprayed, laid, cavalcade.
Cultural, natural, fulfil.
Devastating, contemplating, relating.
Parallel, compel, sell.
Skin, men, again.
Compensate, remonstrate, procreate, appropriate.
Aspire, entire, mire, higher.
Try these on for size.
Categories:
eatable, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick