Best Hummus Poems
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
Categories:
hummus, food, fun, humor, words,
Form:
Rhyme
There is one lass, and one alone, compels the sun - no other,
And as it just so happens, that bonny maid's my mother!
Now, don't you dare make mention of her fast-expanding corset,
For just one taste, her hummus paste - I'm sure that you'd endorse it.
You've never seen such rosy cheeks, (the same, her nose and ears) ...
It matters not her flushing skin means one too many beers ...
And, oh, that golden voice of hers, like a choir of angels singing!
So bright and clear, to pound your ear, (you'll get used to all the
ringing).
And my-oh-my, her generous heart! Almost always gifting food ...
(I'm forced to eat the stuff myself, so she won't get in "that" mood).
She has the softest skin I know, the coldest wind won't phase her,
With the cutest little mustache, (though it's time she bought a razor).
And oh-my-gosh, her hugs - divine! The warm technique she uses ...
She'll squeeze you like a pipe wrench, (don't mind the breaks and
bruises).
Don't even THINK to call her "fat", or feel my wrath, thereof ...
As Dad said, ('fore he disappeared), "There's SO much there to love!"
Ah - that whole thing with father, well, she says he ran away ...
Tho' he left his ring and dentures, (did she close the well that day?).
Indeed, she has a winning smile - such charm, it does bequeath!
I know her glow will warm you so, (despite those missing teeth).
What's best, her witty comebacks, you'll be laughing hard, I guess,
(I suggest you DO, or option two, is the club beneath her dress).
Oh, the love and joys with mother, now where on earth do I begin?
I'd be happy to keep yapping ... (for another fifth of gin).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Gin In the Morning" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor.
Submitted on July 13, 2018 to the "Amuse Me With Your Rhyme - Let A Man From Asia Be Your Guide" Poetry Contest, Nick Trim, Judge & Sponsor. Still Pending.
Categories:
hummus, family, humorous, mother, son,
Form:
Rhyme
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos
Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers
With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices
With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links
With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
4142013
Categories:
hummus, baseball, boyfriend, brother, child,
Form:
List
Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber firm,
All in cool clear water washed,
Droplets sparkling on their surface.
Want to dip them in my hummus?
Temptresses teasing, to whet the appetite:
Oval curves unending, singing:
“Start with me”. Oeufs en cocotte,
Yellow yolked white winking coquettes,
Lovely lazy daisies, out of work, hors d’oeuvres,
Swoon to my eager spoon.
Taking a breath, your mouth’s alluring smile,
Eyes meet, hands connect,
Hot and cold shivers thrill.
An amuse-bouche:
Burning ginger flavours a cool sorbet.
How d’you like your steak, sir?
Rare, seared, visceral, red,
Caressed with oyster mushrooms wild,
Crushed peppercorns, randy brandy
Added accents to saucily seduce the palate,
Juliennes strewn prettily around the rim.
Velvet to the tongue,
Come, taste my peaches,
As moist flesh yields sweet warm juices
Merging flavours with wanton,
Whipped, drifting, dreamy, creamy domes.
Stimulation of the mocha and the mysore beans
Offering their perfume to enchant the air
As we sip, laugh, talk and glance,
Flirt, flirt and flirt.
Categories:
hummus, food, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Aadab the Aarab's
Favourite food was kebabs,
Be it beef, be it chicken,
He thought they were finger lickin'
With hummus and garlic dabs
authors note: i know Adab & Arab
are spelled with one
...a.....at the start but i put in
the extra ....a.....for pronunciation
of a long.....a.....sound
Categories:
hummus, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Charlie Brown offered his pal Linus
Food that Lucy said was the finest
She said it was Hummus
Charlie you’re the dumbest
Good grief, that stuff came from her sinus
For L&H Limerick contest
Categories:
hummus, food, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Let's do this, cooking can be fun
If it's not too hard, you're the one
To win a heart (or two) with food
Admit: it will make you feel good
Take dried chickpeas, soak 'em well
One night is fine, you can tell
when they're ready, they're fat,
increased in volume, how cool is that!
Cook for an hour, that is just fine
While you wait just drink some wine
Throw in the blender, add sesame paste,
garlic, lime and olive oil, to your taste
Do NOT forget cumin, honestly
What cook are you, if you can't see
That hummus is nothing without
Now: for once be very stout
And take your most beautiful bowl
Because you're cooking with your soul
Put the gorgeous mixture in there with love
Sprinkle virgin olive oil from far above
In loving drops, a velvet rain
Virgin oil yes, not the plain
Now invite your love to wine and dine
I bet she asks you: "Please be mine?"
***
Februari 2, 2017
Categories:
hummus, cheer up, class, education,
Form:
Couplet
chickpeas in a pod
conglomerate of peanuts
butter of hummus
Categories:
hummus, food, funny, imagination, meaningful,
Form:
Haiku
Not much to do today
caught up on some
deferred reading
went to the store to pick up
a few things
took a walk down 3rd Ave
to get some sun
Basima and Azhar
play in the okra field
chasing each other screaming
and laughing
jaddah watches
from her soft garden chair
over a steamy afternoon
in ancient Miranshah
Did some journal writing
heated some
falafel and basmati
for dinner
downloaded some old
Ahmad Jamal tunes
had some chips and hummus
and iced chamomile tea
a methodical buzzing
overhead
in the high blue sky
then two clicks
a sudden
earsplitting whistle
and sharp chunks
of scorched metal
rip through
the garden
tranquility bursting
into a horror
of choking fire
and thick dark smoke
children freeze
forced to see the bloody corpse
of jaddah
splayed in her chair
blackened mutilated
and smoldering
Read a bit
of the newspaper
made some early
bill payments
closed the light
and laid
down
thinking tomorrow
I must buy some milk
Latif a child
up on the roof
thrown
to the ground
from the force
of the explosion
comes crashing
down
cracking
his skull bleeding
crying
and shrieking
along with Basima
and Azhar children
of circumstance
of breaking news
bulletins
never broadcast
of broken lives
and unspoken deaths
whose numbers
and names have
rarely been recorded
or revealed
living ghosts
left to shudder
mystified
and bereft
more invisible
victims
of the sacred
CIA slaughter
machine
with scant
publicity or mention
in the Constitutional
press – and for the sake
of the integrity
of the program
and the safety
of the nation
and without
any prior knowledge
to deny or decide
every American
is complicit
every American
is taking aim
and
pushing
the button
for those
good kills
striking at homes
in shattered
sand-filled lands
riddled with panic
and hate and God
day after day
and night
after
night
Categories:
hummus, political, violence, integrity,
Form:
Verse
field of windmills
thick, wool and warm
fireside...
Sunday
flowers......
silly friends
autumn to winter
sad smiles...
hummus with pita
bab ganoush
pumpkin soup
7am.
green memories
that change regularly
Murphy's law
side by side
in a cave with Nick
you wouldn't understand
how tired I feel
you can not translate the pain
Categories:
hummus, art, best friend, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
Eating vegetarian is easy, delicious and tasty,
it is not weird, mushy, or bland or flavorless;
imaginative combinations of recipes can be created,
it is not just salads but a cornucopia bountiful.
I am a vegetarian who eats eggs and dairy,
so, technically I am a semi-vegetarian type;
but this category occasionally eats poultry and fish,
and I don't- protein is the key and iron is too.
I've learned how to make spring rolls yummy,
pates, hummus and spicy sweet potato rounds;
dips, noodle bowls, stir-fry veggies, bean burgers, sauces,
vegetable lasagna, stuffed manicotti, oh my gosh.
Oh, so awesome mac and cheese with three cheeses,
vegetarian ravioli, tortellini, panini, quesadillas;
wraps, tacos, burritos, subs, pizzas, calzone, and chili,
all with a little snip of herb or a pinch of this or that.
So, you see eating vegetarian is a cornucopia,
there is an endless supply- a fountain of food variety;
a multitude of vegetables and fruit in order to create,
masses, heaps, piles of delicious, tasty veggie recipes.
____________________________
July 14, 2019
Poetry/Verse/'There is Life After Meat'
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1166-324-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Cornucopia Cooking
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Third Place
Categories:
hummus, food,
Form:
Verse
Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls
Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls
Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering
Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering
Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat
Or floats like a wiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat
Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky
Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes
The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses
After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes
Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened
And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon
And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening
Categories:
hummus, depression, hope, life, sad,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Man who hates Israel
Today we had lunch at a restaurant called Israel and,
yes it was Jewish but I didn’t see an Islamist bomber
ready to blow himself and us up to King David come.
The food was good and later over coffee I noticed they
served food fit for diabetics.
What amused me was that one of the dishes, hummus with
something was recommended by lady Gaga which I take
to be a cross- dressing singer. Where are the Jews?
Finally, an elderly couple arrived she looked like Isaac Rabin’s
wife and the man a scientist, to my chagrin they left
the food was too Middle Eastern for them they spoke English
with a Dutch accent. The Hollanders are really mean, I gave a lift
to a prince of the house of Orange he lived quite far from me
but didn’t even offer me a cup of coffee.
I remember him telling me that the crown prince of Norway
had shamefully married a commoner, a waitress of all things.
I digress, The Israeli restaurant served meatless food which
suits me well, only when I came home I wondered if the place
was a cover for Mossad’s and they take no interest in me.
No matter how much I holler about the Zionists they are not
sending assassins after me so I have to live with my failures.
Categories:
hummus, absence, abuse, angst, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls
Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls
Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering
Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering
Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat
Or floats like a whiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat
Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky
Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes
The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses
After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes
Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened
And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon
And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening
Categories:
hummus, angst, confusion, faith, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
It starts with just one,
Just a small one,
A delicate pinkish shooting star
Chosen painstakingly from the flash on the wall
While a girl with blue hair and a nose ring
Watches disdainfully from behind the counter.
It takes more than one trip
To check out the place
On the south side of town, on a dimly-lit side street
Between an all night laundromat and a café
With a dingy neon sign that reads “Garden of Eatin.”
Then a venture inside (to make sure it’s clean)
And a conversation with the proprietor,
A painfully thin ghost of a man
With a shaved head, a long black beard
And one whole arm tattooed
(it’s called a sleeve, I later learn)
With a brightly colored scene of a Chinese garden.
Yes, they use only new packaged needles
And all the equipment is sterilized.
It takes a few beers and one shot of tequila
To arrive on the appointed day
And sit in the cracked fake-leather chair
Trying not to look like this is my first time,
At the ripe old age of 44.
The whirring sound of the needle
Reminds me of a dentist’s drill
And I get a familiar shiver of anticipated pain
Before the very real pain of the first ink
Bites into my shoulder.
When the ordeal is finally over,
The black-bearded artist hands me a small mirror
So that I can view the “body art”
For which I’ve paid sixty dollars, an hour’s time,
And several days of agonizing indecision.
It is, in a word, fabulous.
He covers it with gauze and gives me “aftercare instructions”
(just like they do in the hospital)
And a tube of something called “Tattoo Goo”
And I walk proudly out the door,
Wondering if the young couple dressed in black
Eating hummus in the Garden of Eatin’
Realize that I have a fabulous,
Spectacular shooting star
Under this bandage I wear on my shoulder.
I wear the tattoo like a badge of honor,
A medal of courage, a sign of the times.
I love it.
And it’s only the first one.
Categories:
hummus, adventure, life, me, me,
Form:
Free verse