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If You Weren't Such a Nut Meg

She had so many chances
     Yet she kept muffin it up
Butter intentions were good
     Just not much coffee in her cup

Couldn’t make a good decision
     Too much waffling back and forth
Always peppered with doubt
     Should she head south, no maybe north

Still, she was fun at a party
     I would say, hummus a tune
She’d say, Icing because I’m happy
     As the words began to croon

Maybe that’s what’s most important
     Omelet let her off the hook
So she’s always in a pickle
     Doesn’t do things by the book

Once again, I’m gonna help her
     Since she is such a good egg
I said, girl, you’d go much farther
     If you weren’t such a nut Meg



Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017


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Just Desserts

Listen to poem:
I was at my favourite restaurant and I'd had a lovely meal,
if I finished all my food then a pudding was the deal
I’d relished every morsel and was pleased as a Cheshire cat,
the dessert menu was on its way, oh I couldn’t wait for that

The waitress brought the menus, I rubbed my hands with glee,
oh sticky toffee pudding, now that’s the one for me
She came to take the order – we had waited as you do,
turning to me she said ‘now Madam, what can I get you’

Oh stiffy cockie pudding please was my swift reply -
I didn’t realise what I’d said till I saw tears form in her eye.
I went as red as a beetroot and the others began to laugh,
at my spoonerism which turned into a complete gaffe

The pudding it came quickly but I couldn’t wait to leave,
I choked on every mouthful, how my stomach it did heave
So please take notice of my error on this horrendous day,
if you order sticky toffee pudding be careful what you say!



2/2/2014

Make me actually LOL Poetry Contest

Nina Parmenter





Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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Thank You For This Bounty, God

Thank you for this bounty, God
that you give to me
for grain that grows within the field
and fruit upon the tree
Thank you for the little seeds
that in the spring are sown
and with your gifts of sun and rain
have through the summer grown
Thank you for the farmers, Lord
and bless them for their toil
as now they gather in the fall
this bounty from your soil




This was inspired by Brian Strands' Harvest Hymn Contest, which I unfortunately missed 
but I wanted to share it with you today and dedicate it to Brian for the inspiration and 
support he gives to us here at the Soup.  RG


Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009


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Date Night (and the day after)

Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny.  So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose.  (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky.  So the story goes.

We sip our red wine.  Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem.  For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards.  (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy.  So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente.  So our story goes.


Copyright © Erin Moss | Year Posted 2006


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I got a letter from the devil

(Hello, my sweet friend!)

Speaks in unknown tongues 
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food, 
A sweet drink 
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at my free will 
Seeking and freaking through my pages 
It's been ages since the impression was gone 
Sloppy wording crawl under my hide 
Notification triggers my finger and thumb 
Bang! The evil one exists
With a second-hand letter 
It believes, it should never be forgotten

Numb as Novocaine can be 
I watch and interpret the riddles in every line 
Living and breathing art, 
I'm echoing the same nightmare 
How dare, the devil seeks to be fed! 
Screaming and remembering 
--the demons that linger in its head 
Too much to read, 
I have major troubles with your disease 
Lunacy of the universe 
Open Obituary, you are a curse
Like a transparent note from a fatal fax machine 
It's a calling, unbearable to describe 
Take from me, after I am deceased 
Like fire, it burns, cancer in every star 

Lies to 
Greets to 

My eye twitch 
My soul hurts 

I'm not feeling well 
Take care, 
Leave me the HEll alone


(-*-)


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015


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Food Inglorious Food

Be it known as convenience food, junk food or munchies; whether spicy, melt-in-your-mouth soft, or crunchy, food, inglorious food, seduces with ease and ensnares with the emptiest of calories. Disguised as a comfort food comes macaroni with creamy Alfredo and kin, Fettucini, To not be outdone, spaghetti entices with large fattening meatballs and sauce rich in spices. “Deep fried” knows our weakness for fat, which gives pleasure and saturates fast foods, it seems, in great measure: KFC (finger-licking), batter-fried fishes and chicken fried steaks -high cholesterol dishes. Even fruits will attack with enjoyment unhealthy as tarts, pies or pastries. That apple is stealthy! Veggies can also be treacherous things in guise of corn fritters and gold onion rings. Too much of a good thing is pizza (so cunning, so meaty, so cheesy), which no one is shunning. The taco, burrito, and big burger too in great numbers descend on us. What can we do? Those delectable luscious desserts that we eat have only to sit there; we cannot retreat! Candies and chocolate, our decadent sin, sweetly defeat us. We simply give in. Ice cream, a smooth foe, knows when we are blue. On a cone or a spoon, it drips, waiting for you. As a milkshake, a frosty, a sundae or float, or between split bananas, it sure floats MY boat! Buttered popcorn is one salty foe, and we love it! The hot dog implores in our mouths that we shove it. Baked bread, so alluring, entraps with its scent, which wafts through the air as if heaven sent! The standards of junk food -America’s pride - crisp bacon and nachos, chips and foods fried, invade our malls’ food courts and lurk high and low. Their smells overwhelm us wherever we go! We might try but we can’t make our junk food desist. for only the health nuts can dare to resist. In the war with inglorious food I adore, I say, Bring it on! Here’s my plate; I want more. For the The Synathroesmic Cat Contest Poetry contest of Suzanne Delaney *So now you can all know why I try to get to the gym a lot. hahaha


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013


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Share Not

When I go out to dinner,
I do not want to share.
I don’t care what is on your plate;
I don’t want to compare.

I scan the menu up and down
And then make my selection.
When it arrives, it’s meant for me
And not for your inspection.

“You want to taste my fish?” I’m asked.
Some people never learn;
For then the expectation is
To taste mine in return.

And so the answer’s always No!
Yet comments never cease.
“Your fries look really good!” They are,
So let me eat in peace!

Each morsel on my dish is mine
And I intend to finish.
Perhaps my attitude will make
Your thoughts of me diminish.

I’m sorry if that is the case – 
Dessert I’ll split just fine;
But when the meal’s delivered – 
You eat yours and I’ll eat mine!


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2012


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ONE DISASTROUS DESSERT - FOR CONTEST

One ice cream sundae Swirled with whipped cream and a cherry on the top Sitting temptingly in a tall glass But you were out of reach I could see you through the window of the restaurant Melting away in front of my eyes Like your life was ebbing away from you With creamy liquid tears running down the side of the glass Over time the cherry sank deeper into the velvety fluid Until it disappeared into the thick goo It’s blushing red cheek barely visible at the bottom of the goblet ... ONE fire alarm spoiling one perfect moment This is a true story – it happened on 5th September! One contest – Sponsor Rob Carmack 07~09~15


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Food for thought - with Chris Green

Lyrics start 0.05 - timed to the music

Pack your bags dear, there’s a Croc near And he’s creeping, through the night With his eye on - on our old stead dear And it appears - we’re within his sight You know when that Croc smiles - shows his teeth dear Concrete jungles start to spread Whips the grass from right under their feet dear Scams now filling, each word he’s said What no scruples you ask, well he ain’t got’em you should know Seeks locations both, far and wide Look he’s sneaking - sneaking down the alley Is there no - place - left to hide Another Archway, off the highway down the road Golden handshakes, don’t go the mile Men in black suits they make it all happen dear Sanguine red soon, turns into bile With our kids dear – it’s the buzz 'we gotta go' Family meeting place, just come on down Try these milk shakes - they're just like the real thing And these burgers, the best in town Bet you a fiver - oh that bun is barely fresh Kids now falling sick - while their doctors frown Green backs talking – they don’t give a nickel Have our bags packed ‘Cause the Croc is Look out Sneaky Croc is Sneaky Croc’s back Back in town EPILOGUE Oh these outlets they keep spreading far and wide In a hurry, they just can’t wait Food so tasty, don’t you wonder ‘bout it all No time to ponder it’ll make you late Good old family name – so familiar dear Look out folks for, deceit and lies Another archway - around the corner Now that Croc is stopping by Look out OLD Croc is back
Footnote: On our recent visit to Japan I noticed the proliferation of Fast Food outlets. It is such a pity to see a country that was once so fastidious with their traditionally healthy diets and that of their kids, changing their lifestyle and falling prey to corporate fast food giants. Even the kids are now embracing this way of life. It’s sad to see traditional food outlets also losing their livelihood as the trend takes over. Acknowledgement: My deepest appreciation to Chris Green on agreeing to spare some of his wonderful talent and collaborating with me to bring you this arrangement. Thank you so much Chris. Copyright © Maria Williams & Chris Green | 3 June 2017


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


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Sweet Dixie

A land unto its own as old as dirt
Condemned by voguish northern state of mind
This realm you'd be hard-pressed to disconcert
Though his'try would prefer it be maligned

The secret twisted oak and winding creek
The tapestries of moss that grace the swamp
They whisper in a language few can speak
Revealing true that fair southern beauchamp

There is no match for tender Georgia peach
To Cajun gumbo nothing can compare
And off the Apalachicolan beach
Fresh oysters make the finest southern fare

Sweet Dixie with your blemishes and charms
No place I'd rather be than in your arms



Jan. 4, 2017
The American Deep South - That magical swath spanning from east Texas eastwards and upwards through to the Carolinas
For the contest by Silent One Re: Sonnet About Where I Live


Copyright © Carolyn Fish | Year Posted 2017


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Hunger in the Cradle

Written May '85 when I was 14

It's truly a shame in our day and time
that a child goes hungry: it should be a crime.
We say look ahead to a bright new dawn,
but tell that to a mother when her child is gone.

The baby died in her arms - she fell fast asleep.
They're used to it now and don't even weep.
The sickness, the death, it's not in a dream.
It's so close to home, but it's not even seen.

The cities, the slums, the famine, the drought -
we've got to do something. It won't work itself out.
There's food in the world, let's show that we care.
The children are dying - it's so hard to bare.

Many are dying and many more dead.
No food, no clothes, cold ground for a bed.
It's a serious thing, and oh it's so fatal.
LISTEN TO ME WORLD!
There's hunger in the cradle.


Copyright © Brian Dempsey | Year Posted 2015


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Fatso

They said how she ate was absurd;
A "Fatso", they called her she heard,
And ever since then
That poor, baby wren
Just pecked at her food like a bird.

8.31.18
Contest: Any Animal or Creature Limerick


Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2018


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A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise


For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 




Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2011


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STAMINA

           STAMINA

Nowhere near a force of nature
Challenging a source of nature

Building with the will to survive
A small measurement for those who strive

Lessons when it comes to strength
Multiplying the time found in length

Stop and learn the sound of weakness
Hard to find when one is relentless

Improving in a mental task
The answers are found when we ask

Stamina mania, you and I
To perform bravely in all we do

pump for long
yet never strong

Learn when ideas seem to fail
The wrong action is to bail

Thinking, thinking what could it be
Will not solve the problem between you and me

Practice is  the best energy
Memorize it-- stamina will come naturally

 
                    SKAT
                   6-29-10


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010


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Cherry Bomb

Cherry Bomb

gross and red
deflowering natures way
cherry blossom pop  

~*~

Have yourself a Haiku Contest 
:) SKAT :) 


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013


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Give Me Dessert

creamy cheesecake inches deep  
red strawberry crowned,
mounds of whipped chocolate fluff  
cresting almond cake,  
maple pecan pie
sticky crunch-
yum!

Copyright, October 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson


Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014


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Bite Me

There across the movie screen,
treats were dancing and
telling us to find them at
the concession stand.

Yes, I knew I should not go.
I‘d just eaten lunch.
At the snack bar, they beguiled,
“Have a little munch!”

M & M’s and Hershey bars -
chocolaty delight -
with such smooth deep voices asked
me to take a bite!

Hot dogs nearly barked out, “Don’t
let us go to waste!”
Meanwhile candies sweetly sang,
“Have a little taste.”

Then an Ice cream bar chimed in,
“Take a bite of me!
I can take a licking too
and most happily.”

Pepperoni pizza was
sure a little tease.
calling out with Nachos, “Hey,
We’ve got lots of cheese!”

At that dine-in theater
clamored other food.
Subway, Arby’s, many more
sounding rather rude.

They were all competing , but
Popcorn filled the air
with its heady butter scent.
What a circus there!

All were screaming out to me
(though I don’t know why),
“Bite me! Bite me!” Don’t foods know
bitten, they will die?

Well, I bought the popcorn as
my dear hubbie sighed,
“We already had our lunch.”
“Bite me,” I replied.


In 7/5 Trochee Form for the Bite Me Contest of John Lawless


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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A Fine Flavor between lines

Is it Love
a simple bowl of ice cream
sweating from the heat
cherries on the top
huddled 'round and looking sweet
two little wooden paddles
pretend that they are spoons
as we sit beneath the stars
in the savor of the moon
your lips are all I see
as they caress them with a passion 
the cherries on your tongue
in a delightful playful fashion 
with our eyes intent and focused
in a stare of solemn trust
Is this ice cream truly love
or is it merely cherry lust


Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015


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THANK GOODNESS IT'S ONLY ONCE A YEAR

Turkey so dry that I can’t speak Brussel sprouts boiled for a week Roast potatoes burnt to a crisp Lumpy gravy I feel Sick Jan Allison 26th October Inspired by Andrea’s contest but not written for it!


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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APPLES - MULTIPLE HAIKU

It bounced off the truck
And then rolled down the highway
Apple turnover

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How 'bout them apples
When Jonathan McIntosh
Won the spelling bee

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Apple of my eye
Jenny had the sweetest smile
For another guy

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Right down to the core
When that apple crossed the plate
An infield dribble

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Just one little hole
In that shiny    red apple
Just one little worm










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Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2008


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Footling Around In the Kitchen

Adventurous Asparagus

Edgy 
Veggie

All over the Stove

Splatter
Matter

Don’t let Pa Find This

Risky 
Whisky

Brother Got the Kraft Macaroni He Wanted

Dinner
Winner

The Hostess Treat that Hid in the Pantry Corner

Stinky
Twinky

Oops! Leftovers Two Weeks old

Fateful
Plateful

For the March of the Footle Poetry Contest of Timothy Hicks


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016


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THANKSGIVING TURKEY

They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.

When I bought the raffle ticket, 
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.

Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard, 
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.

Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.

Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind. 

I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.

But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.

When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.

So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.

Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around. 

We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing. 


Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006


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PUMPKIN PIE ETHEREE - OCTOBER CONTEST

Mum’s
Baking
Pumpkin pie.
Light crisp pastry
Silky smooth topping
Adorned with pastry leaves
Topped with swirls of white whipped cream.
I start drooling; it’s so tempting
Our spoons are poised ready to tuck in  
Oh how I adore autumn harvest time!

For love of October Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
09~23~15


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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I'm in the Mood for Food

I’m in the mood for food
since I began this diet!
And if you too would try it,
you would be craving food!

Eating at a buffet
surely would send me reeling.
Oh, for that blissful feeling!
I’m in the mood for food.

Bridge:
Asking myself if ever
pizza could be my friend?
Good sense though tells me never.
Salads and fruit!  They never end.

With my bad attitude,
I’ll never learn my lesson.
Always I’ll be confessin’
I’m in the mood for food!

Written Oct. 9, 2016 for John Hamilton's "Write me a song" Poetry Contest
Sing to the tune of "I’m in the Mood for Love" written by Eddie Jefferson, a tune sung by over fifty artists (see lyrics below)

I'm in the mood for love
Simply because you're near me.
Funny, but when you're near me
I'm in the mood for love.

Heaven is in your eyes
Bright as the stars we're under
Oh! Is it any wonder
I'm in the mood for love?

(Bridge)
Why stop to think of whether
This little dream might fade?
We've put our hearts together
Now we are one, I'm not afraid!

If there's a cloud above
If it should rain we'll let it
But for tonight, forget it!
I'm in the mood for love


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016


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OBSESSIVE ORANGE

I met this cool dude called Jaffa At the beginning he was so sweet to me Sadly after a while he gave me the pip In the end he ran out of juice and I had to squash him Then I pulverised his flesh to a pulp Cheers! Contest: United Colours Orange Sponsored by Silent One 03~04~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016