Best Pickles Poems

For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this section must be made from local produce. 

So my asparagus...

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There was a time when 
pleasure came on the tip of a tongue.
When fear fled and the senses
did indulge.

Though visions dim and
sound distorts, dismays…
the tang of sweet and sour stay
abides within the aged form
in figureless grace.

Released are we aged crones and cronies
no longer the baited...

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Pickles Graham 1950

In the kitchen of a large sheep station in western Queensland
at Dirranbandi the boss lady was talking to the staff.
She was going to the ball that evening and was parading about,
in her evening wear, and scarf.

Finally it came, her turn to speak to...

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Prickles and prackles
Arizona cacti living her truth
Soaking up the sun
Twirling it in her mind
Saturating her body

Prickly not tickly
Mexican flowers enjoying the desert
Sitting in the sun
Taking her time
Sunbathing nude

Children running toward her
With open arms
And tiny soft fingers
The first time
Wanting to touch her yellow buds
And cheerful prickles
Until...

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"Bread and Butter"

Fickle pickles soaked in barrels of brine,
Along with drowned rats in vinegar’s wine,
Public non the wiser,
I am your advisor,
Take Tetanus when on  pickles you dine! 

Pickle plants in Arkansas where cucumbers are processes soak them in barrels of salt
brine a week or...

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I'm going to free that pickle from the jar
Free for a minute but it won't get very far
In my mouth as the juices flow
Down the hatch here you go
Poor pickle was gone before I got to the car


Faleshia Murphy
FOR P.D. contest 
PICKLES AND TICKLES...

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Mr. Pickles escaped last night,
slinking through tall, tall grasses.
He was in a hunter's mode.
Those birds better watch their asses.

Mr. Pickles escaped last night,
hiding in leaves of green.
His family called and called his name
but he could not be seen.

Mr. Pickles could hear them call,
lying on his...

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We cook it ! Feel your tonsils tingle!
Add mayonnaise, lettuce, a pickle.
Lost both tonsils at ten
so can I ask you when
my change comes to more than a nickle?...

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Tin bath in back yard,
Full of shallots for peeling.
Pickles for Christmas!





For Brian's "Images of Fall" contest....

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Silly Sally went to school.
She had few friends.
She was not cool.
Purple hair grew on her head.
And all she ate was pickles and pie. 
They're delicious together.
I wouldn't lie!

A spelling Bee was held that year.
Silly Sally entered, despite all the jeers.
"Silly Sally, they taunted, you're gonna...

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When they’re “preggers,” some females feel fickle
And their "fancy" just some foods can tickle.
I (instead) ate and ate.
Dang it. . . How much less weight
I’d have gained if I’d craved only pickles!



For P.D.'s Contest:
Pickles & Tickles "Limerick"...

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I make my own pickles but they're no good.
When it comes to eating them, no one should.
They're even worse than the ones Aunt Bee made.
If you ever eat one, you'd better be afraid.
They taste like kerosene even though they're dill.
Don't eat my pickles, they've been...

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She was fat, not pregnant, to say the least.
She filled her plate at the family feast.
Craving pickles brought her down.
Howling laughter brought her frown.
Flatulence increased, festivities ceased!

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
October 16, 2010...

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Puggily Smidgeburner always had trouble with his name
Bless her, his dear mother was totally to blame
She thought it would someday bring him great fame

Then one day Prettisome  Guru he happened to meet
He thought a name as bad as his a tremendous feat
With great joy...

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persians pickled
firm and crunchy,
thin and pint size -
spice them with little red flakes
and briny water.
pack them side by side
in a sparkling jar.

twist, pop that top,
fork-stab those
puckery suckers.

serve:
alongside a sandwich -
perhaps a plump pastrami
or
with dumplings drizzled
with thick and  savory gravy
or 
combine spears with choice cheese
on...

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