Best Meat Poems
The deli-girl fumed and was swearing
At the Frenchman's request , so uncaring .
"Sir you are the dregs
NO !! I don't have frogs legs .
It's these 5 inch high heels that I'm wearing ".
He said " that pigs head looks so meek ".
His short shiny snout oh so sleek .
But to her surprise ,
He said "leave in the eyes .
It's gotta see me thro' the week ".
Inspired by the talented pen of M/S Guzzi and her " Bull O Ney " , rhyme , for the double
limerick contest ..
Heavenly Meat Pies
Nostalgic memories -
An awesome aroma
And an unforgettable flavor of
Freshly-baked, hot-out-of-the-oven,
Magnificent, “melt-in-your-mouth,”
Homemade mini meat pies.
Flaky, golden brown pastry crusts,
Filled with lots of love and stuffed with
Savory bite-size bits of tender beef,
Cubed potatoes, green peas, bell peppers,
Pungent garlic, garden carrots, celery, cilantro,
Madras Curry and other fragrant aromatic spices.
Popping one delectable meat pie into my mouth,
I tucked away another in my pocket for later.
Every magical mouth-watering morsel,
A taste of heavenly culinary delight…
In my great-grand auntie’s thatched roof kitchen.
10-10-2014
Contest: Plenitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Placement: 10th
I got tired of losing
So much goddamn losing
Losing friends
homes
Hobbies
Moving to new towns and cities
Familiar faces of people I never met
Those who lived for years in the same place
They had their cliques
They got each other’s jokes
They knew what was on the next page
Mr. Jones down at the corner store knew them all by name
The bus driver gave them knowing nods
Big brash Bobby who was once cute little Bobby
“I don’t want no trouble today Bobby!”
Then they’d fist pump.
I was the invisible kid, sitting next to the window, listening to the sound of laughter
I prayed “Please let this year be different.”
For a while
I was the new kid
They were friendly and curious
Like a new flavour of Ice Cream, I was okay for a treat.
But they preferred the familiar chocolate and vanilla,
or better yet meat and potatoes.
It was okay though, I’d be gone by next year.
They’d soon forget I’d ever been there.
I was the loser
who couldn’t go over to Jimmy’s house to play
Ya that weirdo loser
who couldn’t play baseball after school
The loser who had to go straight home
After a while I wanted to move
I wanted another fresh start
I was tired of losing
So much goddamn losing
Maybe the next town
or the next city would be different
Maybe if I tried really hard I could be chocolate or vanilla
Or even better, I could be meat and potatoes.
Anchored by its feet hangs the carcass
Butcher removes brisket and strings it
Chuck steak diced for stews and pies
Dark well matured silverside rests
Entrails give the dogs a royal feast
Flank minced for spaghetti bolognese
Gullet chopped into stock pot simmers
Hanging meat swings as the butcher works
Icy still from the blast chiller
Juicy steaks thickly cut are parcelled up
Kebabs skewered, placed on display
Loin of beef neatly lined up
Minced steak patties for burgers
Neck used in both stock pot and stew
Offal set aside for pate and pies
Perfectly roasted beef ready to carve
Quick flash fry of rib eye seals in juices
Rump not too trimmed dribbles on grill
Sirloin anointed by a king sizzling
Tongue gently braised in gravy or stock
Utensils casting shadows on the wall
Venison from red deer's makes tasty things
Wing rib rubbed with hot spices waits
Xhosa cattle graze in pastures green
Yellowed meats set aside for soup
Zibeline hides scrapped and cured, nailed up
8/27/2015
contest Any Poem written in August
I want to be a vegan
I want to give up meat
I want hemp DM's to wear upon my feet
No more burgers, sausages and no more lamb kebab
No more chicken drumsticks gotta fight the flab
Mushroom for me now, mushroom instead of steak
Instead of meat pie I'm gonna have a cake
A vegan cake mind, without milk or eggs
I won't be buying my cake from Cooplands or Gregg's
I think I might still do a little bit of fish
But I'll avoid putting offal on my dish
I want to be a vegan
I want to give up meat
I want to revolutionise the food that I eat
Fruit and veg is better for you than eating a cow
Sausage made from Quorn is healthier than a sow
let the little lamb live a much fuller life
Instead of carving it up young with a carving knife
I feel for the bird, I feel for the chicken
The way it's kept in cages, leaves me quite sicken
You get all the good stuff from nuts, berries and different types of seeds
You can even find it in flowers, nettles and other random weeds
I want to be a vegan I want to give up meat
Stop the polluting cattle grazing and grow more wheat!
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
From the harbour our course we keep,
for the distant Antarctic water,
to find the leviathans of the deep,
and begin our bloody slaughter.
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
We say there is a scientific need,
to study these magnificent beings
we harpoon them, and watch them bleed,
as before our ship they're fleeing.
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
And still our leaders, they entreat
that we do this for the good of science,
but really it is for their meat,
that we kill these gentle giants
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
I use to stay hungry, would eat a healthy portion of meat. Still I felt incomplete, I was destined to repeat until I heard of Spiritual Meat.
Meat very good to eat, it's nourishment to the bones and can be a real treat even sweet. But there's another meat and it's role has a specified goal cause it's not only nourishment for the body it's food for the soul.
Spiritual Meat, builds character makes you complete. It also turns up the amps making you a Heavenly Lamp and releases you from your worldly prison camp. But if I so desire how do I acquire such a delicacy that's so much higher and completely discrete as Spiritual Meat.
First you must have a Spiritual thrust then be Spiritually nursed until your worldly thinking is reversed but in order for it to flow as smooth as silk you must start on Spiritual milk.
Then to make progress you must be willing to confess and let go of all the worldly mess. Only then will you gain access and know the meaning of true success. After you complete this wondrous feat you'll be ready to eat Spiritual Meat.
This is not success from climbing man's Earthly ladder which can turn you into the Mad hatter, for many lives this illusion has shattered because it takes away what really matters and has left countless people by the wayside, battered and tattered.
So grab your baby bottle, at first you may waddle but stay off the throttle and before you know it you'll become a roll model. Then your feet will be placed on solid concrete. Once you are weaned you'll become clean, even if you are a fiend because you'll know on who to lean. Only then will you be able to eat your Spiritual Meat.
She turns up the blue flames,
lowers the chops.
Dripping crackles, iron is fat licked -
grease on her fingers.
The meat finds its voice,
splutters of buttery smaze.
The pork is in bloom.
The animal inside the flesh
disappearing.
The meat opening
florets of aroma.
My stomach is cramping,
not with anticipation,
but with an acidic hopelessness.
Mother turns from the gas burner;
splattered apron - flushed cheeks.
She smiles, not looking at me,
but seeing a man
who will be home soon.
“He will love these.”
I pretend not to hear, but wonder
if there will be milk with
my cornflakes.
Meat and potatoes and chicken will not do
Has to be beef and genuine Iowa-grown corn-fed too
Mashed potatoes not those flimsy flakes from a box
Gravy stirred by loving hands valuable as Fort Knox
Dessert can be cake if you cannot get Mom’s pie
If you can there’s nothing better under this old sky
Scalloped corn and twice baked loaded potatoes
With thick bubbly cheese sauce that freely flows
You are on a diet? This is really no problem at all.
There is a always a leftover pile of carrots left in the hall
Sometimes a new relative brings a piece of lettuce too
I will eat the good stuff leaving rabbit food for you
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
Do you see that man on the right corner?
I know those eyes that look in many ways
See, How my Libran man flirts with that girl?
Oh, what is this nagging emotion I have?
Why can’t I take away my eyes from him?
Damn that he is now getting near to her.
I am a tigress but now purr like a cat.
Why? Why? How can he do that to her?
When I am here, his significant other.
Oh, those feasting and mesmerizing eyes
I know those eyes that look in many ways
Giving people different shades and faces.
I want him to my side for me instead
Oh, God! How strange do I feel inside?
Am I getting mean, angry and sad?
I understand now it is green jealousy.
Green signifies growth, health, happiness
On the flip side, green is jealousy or envy.
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*Title is a quote from Shakespeare*
December 1, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Third Place win
Contest:The Green-eyed Monster by Verlena Walker
“Meat is bad for you,”
said the young vegan, lighting
up a cigarette.
...Dedicated to the memory of my great Uncle Fred,
Spanish American Veteran & worked a "night job" during
the depression, while supporting wonderfully my Mom's
family on the south side of Chicago, when she was young,
Grandpa had lost everything, but Uncle Fred saved our family
I have never been to another planet,
Tho when I walk the early morning streets
Of the meat packing district, my feet have
Left this earth. Floating unease courses
Through my body... lights, sights, sounds
And smells never before registered in my
Physical and emotional inventory confront
Me. My ancestors travelled these same paths
Many years ago, usually with shoulder holsters
And homemade body armor. My senses
Understand this heritage, I traverse
Cautiously as if walking downhill on a
Pilgrimage. Tonight I shall visit Mars, in the
Shadow of Venus, cradled in the arms of the
Crescent Moon.
Majestic and grand, a wonderous mythical creature,
The central horn on their head is the prominent feature.
I’m afraid I don’t know much more about the unicorn,
But not sending you a birthday wish, I become forlorn.
So it seems I don’t have the knowledge to do this write,
And so I thought about this problem with all my might,
Did some research and found you something really neat,
It’s made in County Meath Ireland, canned unicorn meat.
Really pleased with myself to achieve such a perfect find,
Then I read, you can’t eat the meat ~ just blows my mind.
Seems the contents are torn apart stuffed unicorn parts,
Imagine someone thinking up this item, they had the smarts.
Well Poet ~ Destroyer, wish you the very best birthday,
Sorry my poem on unicorns didn’t have more to say.
View the ad on www.thinkgeek.com its really sweet,
And I hope the joys of your Birthday are truly complete.
*IN HONOUR OF POET ~ DESTROYER’S BIRTHDAY
OCTOBER 7*
Written by Lee Ramage with love!
October 3, 2012
For Poet ~ Destroyer’s contest
“Spoil me- with Unicorn poems”