Best Nosh Poems
I am in my house,
With a panicked mouse.
Coming back from the fridge
Going through the sand-ridge
Into its hole in a jiffy
Then squeaking out - Yippee !
Then come two rats
With a hard pat on the back
Running along with its mate
Making things obfuscate
Around the bagful of nickels
Crossing the jar full of pickles
The rat and its mate came back trotting
With a block of cheese that was rotting
After some time in a line
Came a parade f rats and mice
With and hats and lice.
Everyone was mournful
But a mouse eating a mouthful
Who was happy and glad
Was making everyone sad.
He ate with nosh
Wearing a hat that was posh
After hogging and stuffing
He got up puffing,
Ready for his quest
Sqeaking good bye to the rest,
He leaped across a runnel
And ran into a thicket
Never to be spotted again.
in Pando's shadow a young maiden sings
wander'd to and fro peat bog feet sloshing
auburn locks adorned in daisy crowned rings
quite unaware that something was watching
one with thick skinned carion heart at core
to scavenge Middlemist's red camellia
he too delivered from far away shores
a renaissance ratel in rebellion
Leila leisured in shade of quaking aspen trees
treacle honey joys spilled out across her dress
temptation so strong insatiable hunger needs
dark honey badger lept from a tufted hedge
in presence one so endeared, showed no fear
for all beasts, nature's greatest gift bequeath
proffered morsel from open hand as he neared
inquisitive eyes belied soft heart and sharp teeth
forest branches embraced the two in nosh
as trembling giant's rustling now subdued
ladybugs flit from branch to dew covered moss
fingers stroked rough fur nape to back as he chewed
two walked ancestral shores as newfound kin
sniff'g this way and that among tufted pearls
claws tap entranced her soft cooing voice hymn
face framed in rivulets long carefree curls
long past gone Leila's song through far away gates
honey badger' forest friend rests - Pando waits
Panic In the Vegetable Garden
By Elton Camp
The carrot turn from yellow to pale
“Danger!” it called out to the kale
The tomato gaped in great fear
“Caution broccoli, they’re here.”
Mushroom whispered to the squash,
“Beware for they’re here to nosh.”
Pumpkin felt of his hard shell
“If they touch me, I’ll yell.”
“Oh horrors!” said the peas
“How we hate such as these.”
Why did the veggies begin to shout?
Because vegans were roving about!
Pie and mash, pie and mash
Loads of nosh for not much cash
Warms yer cockles fills you up
Wash it down with a good strong cup
Pour the Sarsons in the pie
Come on fellah don’t be shy
Loads of liquor, lovely stuff
Us cockney lads can’t get enough
It’s Cockney grub for Cockney boys
Come on people make some noise
Forget about those fancy fings
Pie and mash is fit for Kings
So if you want some grub that’s filling
And only costs a coupla shilling
To the pie shop you must dash
Grab yourself some pie and mash
A festive Jewish holiday*
We celebrate today,
When children dress in costumes
And much merriment holds sway.
An evil man named Haman
Tried to have the Jews all killed.
The king, whose wife was Jewish,
Saw that deed was unfulfilled.
Since Haman wore a certain hat
Triangular in shape,
We eat three-cornered cakes to honor
Our too-close escape.
Called hamantaschen, they’re delish
And filled with fruit or “mun”
(Which translates into poppy seeds,
And that’s my favorite one).
The Purim story’s read each year
And Haman’s name is booed,
But afterwards we nosh,
With lots of hamantaschen chewed.
Commemorating history
With something we can taste
Takes a little of the bitter
And with sweetness it’s replaced.
*called Purim
Each morning, for several years,
We’ve fed the squirrels and birds.
Oh, the fun we have watched
And the beautiful songs we've heard.
Families have started and grown.
Once two squirrels, now eight.
Cardinals, among many other birds,
Know feeding time….are never late.
Cardinals mate for life and prefer
A permanent nest to call their home.
And if food is readily available,
Even their young won’t roam.
So, now our trees are filled
With morning Cardinal song.
Our cats are old and fat.
All is good and life is long.
A bigger Cardinal, I call him Big Red,
Is first there every morning.
I think he’s the elder whose job it is
To sing out his ‘OKs’ or issue warnings.
He watches from the trees as I feed.
He used to hide, but no more.
He’s been coming closer lately,
I guess by now he thinks he knows the score.
This Spring morning was so ideal;
So, after feeding, it was coffee on the patio;
Watching all the critters nosh
As they come and go, come and go.
Quite suddenly, not even ten feet away,
The big Cardinal landed on the patio.
Surprised as could be, I was very still.
“Hey, Big Red.”, I said, sure that he would go.
He stood his ground, giving me the eye.
I could see his mate on the fence,
Watching so intently,
Probably wishing he would fly.
Slowly I lifted my cup in a toast.
“Cardinals rule.” I said quietly.
Then, something very special happened.
For a time, he sang....to me.
It made me very happy.
It is up to us
If blissful beams will brew from the
Bloom of our bounteous bond
It is up to us
If moving melodies will mount from this duet
In a magnificent mode made up by the Master
It is up to us
If this handsome halves will hatch and harp
A harmony no haunting heinous one can hack
It is up to us
To nourish it with noble nosh and nectar
And nurture it in nice notions and nature
It is up to us
To deck it in devout drapes and dye in dazzling decors
With no dint of debauched debris
It is up to us
To deliver this destiny to divine dominance
Or divide in the devil’s divorce and discord
Two hungry little penguins
Both eager for their nosh,
One penguin’s name is Splish,
And the other one’s called Splosh.
Two hungry little penguins
Each holding out their dish,
I wonder what’s for dinner?
Surprise, surprise – it’s fish.
Tease the crowd, post things, small?
Ignore over 800 shootings in Chicago.
Don’t you dare make a fuss at all.
Just sip French wine, nosh on escargot.
The truth is, that many do truly care.
Yet, the hesitant ones, resist any meaning
But they might lose friends, a big scare!
They are pale as a dead spider hanging
from the ceiling!
Thus, puff poetry keeps us smiling and numb.
Death, though, oh so grabs our attention.
Yet, we choose to play it safe and dumb.
We hide itruth under the rug,with conviction.
To write sweet things only, makes me queasy!
Our freedoms are about to be snatched away.
Doing away with six million Jews was relatively easy.
Wait till we cannot pen freely, it’s already happening!
And yet, you, poet, mute, with nothing to say?
Her iciness gaze ensnared my foolish heart.
I was cast in the role of a comic swing.
Her infectious smile entices my depart.
She led my nervous hand to the Devil's ring!!
I was cast in the role of a comic swing.
Allow me to nosh your savage side, she roars.
She led my nervous hand to the Devil's ring!!
Submit now and brace yourself for a wild floor.
Allow me to nosh your savage side, she roars.
Her touch was thrilling as I sooth her body.
Submit now and brace yourself for a wild floor.
As I drew close to her, I grasped the fury.
Her touch was thrilling as I sooth her body.
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
As I drew close to her, I grasped the fury.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
Devil claims she is a sinner, not a saint.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Her quest was not one to be taken with faint.
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
Her infectious smile entices my depart.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Her iciness gaze ensnared my foolish heart.
Written: April 1st, 2022
MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
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It was our first date and I had to impress her
While fighting the urge to move in and caress her
I’d have to be subtle and somewhat refined
And show her an intellect dwells in my mind
It wouldn’t suffice to say, ‘Fancy some nosh?’
Took a taxi uptown somewhere awfully posh
I tipped the head waiter to get a good table
Kept up the decorum as best I was able
The vino was tasted and two glasses poured
She licked her top lip and my temperature soared
Her manicured nails browsed a pure vellum menu
And we ordered the very best dish of the venue
We chatted, I felt I was holding my own
For not even once did she check out her phone
Dinner was served, to hell with the cost
My eyes drank her in and I knew I was lost
But I fell in love when my date got het up
Oy Geezer, she bellowed, got any ketchup?
People always travel in
Their own peculiar way –
Airline tickets, restaurants
And where they choose to stay.
Some use points to pay their fare;
Others upgrade seats.
Many read while flying,
While a number send out tweets.
Certain people like hotels
Familiar in their perks.
Others search for funkiness,
A place with charm and quirks.
There are those who choose to dine
In eateries quite posh,
Different from the travelers
Who’d rather cheaply nosh.
Some will plan a city trip –
Museums, shopping, parks –
Every day’s itinerary filled –
No question marks.
Others like a quiet beach,
Relaxing in the sun.
Lots prefer to exercise –
They hike or climb for fun.
If vacation plans of yours
With friends do coincide,
Just be sure that you’re in sync
Before you all decide.
One man’s paradise might be
Another’s living hell.
Then you’d all be better off
To travel parallel.
Fluffy and eggy and spongy and light
Try matzo ball soup, it's love at first bite
Be you Hebrew or goy
It's a nosh you'll enjoy
It's simply to die for, this bowl of delight!
Dreamy eyes with morning wonder.
Cup of Java after good night's slumber.
Wash away the midnight dust.
Plan the day you both discussed.
Hike along the winding trail.
Autumn sunshine..treetops veil.
Sparking water runs rocks resistance.
We soak our feet..with some insistence.
Cloak a blanket on the bank.
A tasty nosh which of to thank.
Sweet kiss upon my lips with passion.
Humbly..I accept the ration.
Twinkling amber sunset..through the trees.
A slight shiver..drops in degrees.
Moonlight glimmers across the Lake..
Campfire roars..love we make.
Sleep with stars above our head.
There's nothing else I would have done instead.
Oh Ann! Oh Ann! Poster girl of the radical Right!
Love to have you to myself one night!
We could nosh on bagles and cream cheese
As you dutifully serve me on your knees
As we listen to some Right Wing Blues;
Dream of those "perfected" Jews.
As well the Liberal view of life deride.
Meanwhile, I'd fit you with a tail,
'Fore I your Right Wing gods assail.
Then tether you to some dead reef,
A copy of the "Blade" between your teeth
To act as bit to stay your speech
Of tyrannical goals just out of reach;
You'd become my little Fascist Filly,
To serve a Liberal, willy-nilly.
Your masters lost the public trust -
In vain your uninspiring bust!
Your dreary power base is waning
Even as you sit there yet profaning
All the saner sentiments
To satisfy your malcontent.
So: Find a cliff, and Happy Landings!
Or become the Piece that Passeth Understanding.