Best Pastry Poems
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Copyright, August 12, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
pastry, food, fun,
Form:
Footle
Boast brownies baking
in dirty palm oil bacon fat
Sugar-coated swine vanilla cupcakes;
pineapple upside down snout snacks,
so coconut phone hasty ...
Sound-byte puff pastry
Flour-face teflon pan —
tart marshmallow mint muffin
Silver tongue baguette
spooning out citrus acid banter batter,
so sour cream tasty ...
Lip huff puff pastry
Pinocchio banana crêpe nose;
roasted lies, almond alibis deep fried
Blueberry bagel beak raisin Cain,
yeast yell swelling pride:
Con-fectionary leaven in the oven,
so mint cookie I scream dainty ...
Pigging out on the puff pastry
Prune-flavored pucker paczki,
Fat Tuesday belly decadent bowel delectable
Cinnamon bun —
pumpkin spice glazed doughnut sphincter hole,
so dollar fig bark hasty ...
Plum tweet puff pastry
Odd cream of Bavarian
whip up the Orange Clockwork zest crowd
Egg white octogenarian
kneading raspberry rhetoric —
Gen. Custard pie hole powdered sugar loud,
so strawberry swirl tasty ...
Marble fudge puff pastry
Apple cruller golden crust coin flavor,
chocolate frosting money honey savor
Pecan pie cherry cheek a la mode,
buttery scone biscuits served cold
Key lime cheesecake dainty ...
Black bury tone puff pastry
Categories:
pastry, allusion, food, imagery, word
Form:
Alliteration
How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.
Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often wake,
To reach the famous pastry side,
For a decadent slice of cake.
Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad,
Are slightly yellow brown and fawn,
Stop or you will be very sad, ,
At beginning of every dawn.
You like to dress to always stun,
In your shoes you will one day quake
Say no, I have finally won,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
So, I became sober once more.
Did not touch cake since yesterday,
Yearning not as bad as before,
My decision made from today,
And every morn.
Poetry Contest Entry: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date; Thursday 6th April 2023
Categories:
pastry, heart,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
i am a pastry chef
the constant baker my lot in life
i have shelves filled with life's spices
grains from many different fields
my ovens are in constant heat
doors begging to be opened
that feed the outer shop
where the world may peruse, purchase
if it so cares
but on that end, i hardly bother
i am not interested in what life
saunters away with
more so the ghosts that come in
this kitchen for an illuminating chat
after the recipe has been prepared
and the tray safely behind the oven door
we sit and line by line remember the limns
that now rest in ages gone by
delighted i am with each new word
that passes the lips from fields long harvested
or explore a bit of myth, perfect metaphor
how can one ever be alone
when so many pastry chefs
come thru the door, accompanied by pages
that has served them well
and tho they never lift a tray
they are in every recipe
and every pastry you taste
OKC 6/27
Categories:
pastry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Pas try,
Not Ma why?
Pastry,
Pas try!
Categories:
pastry, food,
Form:
Free verse
Small things Remembered
The shop at the corner
Of my childhood
Has stopped selling Danish pastry
Nor has it Coco macrons,
Milk and cheese
The rooms are bare
On its counter cutting cheeses in smaller portion
An old fashion weight
Used when selling butter
Dusty windows
Forgotten, no one says: remember where
We bought our milk?
The bell that rang when opening it door
Will not chime anymore
Perhaps someone will buy it and make it
Into a wine-bar, it is the trend now
They are trying to make us into posh alcoholics,
And I have a sudden hunger for Danish pastry.
Categories:
pastry, anti bullying, confidence, courage,
Form:
Blank verse
NOT JUST PASTRY*
attractive package
filled with fulsome sweetness
it’s little debbie
loved by kids and all adults
who? what? why! debbie guzzi
*Little Debbie is a well known pastry in some parts of the country.
Categories:
pastry, friendship
Form:
Tanka
Cake
Sweet, tasty
Baking, cooking, eating
Victoria sponge, muffin, Danish, eclair
Icing, filling, pleasing
Bright, coloured
Pastry
Categories:
pastry, food, poems, poetry, writing,
Form:
Diamante
All night thinking, drafting, writing down and scratching out
All morning carefully crafting, shaping, baking and re-baking
My masterpiece of the week
Summertime is freedom
Freedom to try and try again
A time to express and create
The earth shares it’s bounty
And it’s my turn to be bountiful
Sweet, tart, a hint of salt
Not too dry, perfectly crisp and flaky
Still warm from the oven
Fragrant with the fruit I so carefully manipulated
My joy and passion all in one simple pastry
Perfection on a sunny afternoon
Categories:
pastry, dedication, food, happiness, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Those bread rolls look so yummy,
Can you buy me some sissy?
You mean those brioche buns?
So sweet for you, my little one.
But candies are much sweeter,
May I have one my dear sister?
Timmy, I don’t have enough dime,
Can we buy one next time?
But sissy, I’m starving now,
Can we go and sell our cow?
Selling our cow is a big regret,
If we do, we don’t have any more pet.
Oh sis, I’ve this brilliant idea,
Let’s go back home and ask mama.
Smart boy, let’s go home then,
You better walk and hold my hand.
Categories:
pastry, sister,
Form:
Couplet
Lily White was in the mood for sweets
Walking the streets
Came across pastry treats
Modern Royals pull out a dessert spread
Enough that armies could be fed
Magpie this Magpie that
Oh mag pies get Lily White fat
Picking up one in the first half
Modern Royals snickered with a laugh
Preparing Lily White to be a wife
Since this was a get Ritchie
Pitch me
Quickie plan
Evening up excited the fans
Until Kane went double dipping
Hoping for a newspaper clipping
Lily White deserved tipping
Making all the hats removed
An action gentlemanly and smooth
While the wolves needed a tasting of wine
Burnley was chosen to dine
A casual meeting
Level competing
Less than fifteen to go Wolves put the score into the show
But before the curtain dropped
A piece of wood got hot
Penalty was assessed
Goal awarded to Clarets a success
Draw was written into the book
Climatic ending was a good hook
Mr. Bourne who had a mouth
Met with the citizens who reminded him to get out
Public’s two pences were heard
Mr. Bourne’s cherries curled
Showing some respect
They let him have one avoiding the train wreck
Tomorrow is another day
Peaceful play
That is recorded winner in every way
Categories:
pastry, england, london, princess, soccer,
Form:
Rhyme
It was a very cold wintery day,
I had no coat and was full of dismay;
As I held my small boy close to my heart,
that we were so poor- well that really hurt.
As we passed a pastry shop my boy said,
"I want one mommy, please . " As tears I shed;
There was no money for those fancy treats,
as we spent hours begging on the streets.
I told him that we could just look for now,
at pies, cakes, and buns filled with berries- wow;
filled with custard, jams- then, sugar sprinkled,
oh, sweet how my little boys eyes twinkled.
The door opened and the baker stepped out,
I was sure he would yell at us and shout;
But, he gave me a bag full of sweet treats,
"They are a day old " he said, "but good eats."
He was so kind- even gave me a coat,
and a toy, a bit battered- a sail boat;
He gave us sweet treats and chocolate to drink,
God, you created this kind man- I think !
Categories:
pastry, children, life, sweet,
Form:
Couplet
Still wind as the couple walks down the lane.
Stolen glances as they avoid touching hands.
Pastry puff upon the air, Sunday morning dew,
Too near for comfort, too far for pain.
How I wish I could evade this fearsome torment so divine!
If I could only pluck the bittersweet rose before it e’er grew.
Why would God grant you such supreme sovereignty o’er my soul?
Is there any means to steal your heart when you have stolen mine?
To speak to the angel would be too hasty
My strength so fragile couldn't bear the glorious toll.
But to not? My mind is berated in relentless pain
For the Love of God, Let me kiss your scarlet lips so tasty
To know where you are is the question of my being,
While it seems to me you may be deceiving.
The spirit of my heart is on the verge of shattering,
Bittersweet is the love you left, with me dreaming.
29 February 2020
Created for Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
3. A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Categories:
pastry, angst, best friend, crush,
Form:
Rhyme
poetry is like pastry
words and dough knead together
to make a masterpiece
Categories:
pastry, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The pastry chef made some cuisine
Then he went to use the latrine
He played in his pants
Which was covered with ants
Then fell into the mixing machine
Categories:
pastry, happy, humorous,
Form:
Limerick