Best Porterhouse Poems
Flaming steaks and ice cold drinks
you thought good food had become extinct
until you ate here and gave us a nod and a wink.
Appetizers galore with soft stringy cheese sticks, artichoke hearts deep fried
with a taste of parmesan cheese and a dip to please.
bacon wrapped shrimp you might want to frame, seared sea scallops that
make you want to gallop, stuff mushrooms that'll make you croon, escargot
and baked claims as you eat them you'll definitely leave a stain
Ice burg lettuce or romaine with fresh dressing all homemade.
Lobster bisque soup with a deep rich taste if you don't like
seafood try Tomato bisque instead, French onion soup either a bowel
or cup just don't be a glut.
Your auntre is about to start your just warming up
hot garlic bread with a wonderful spread, Chris's secret recipe if he
told you how he made it you'd be dead.
Succulent steaks porterhouse, ribeye, serlion, T-bone and of course filet
add garlic or lemon butter to dip, 'hooray!'
Chicken flew by giving you legs and wings deep fried
want a little less oil try the fresh grilled chicken
fit for a royal.
Hamburger, cheeseburger just choose your cheese and of course
add bacon please. Want an egg on top sunny side up
when you squeeze the bun it will definitely erupt.
The beef is so fresh the cows stopped mooing when
it hit the grill with no sign of stress.
Vegetable melody or a little broccoli please.
The potato why so many things I can do
baked, French fried, homefried or even mashed
some round or shaped like a torpedo.
Baked fish Talapia, Flounder or even Sea Bass
'Oh' so fresh. We have an aquarium in the back,
just teasing we use a pole and bait at our near by lake.
End the evening as you sit back with a luscious sweet dessert
but please don't drool bibs are provided if needed
or even a paper sack on your way out.
Just remember as my Daddy always said,
'You all come back now you hear, friends are like family
and we hold you all dear!'
Coming Soon: The new "Fire and Ice Grill and Pub"
T Reams
Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more than can be read,
and knowing anything can be by anyone said.
Burgers on buns, potato and tortilla chips,
yeah, those are American, born in Texas!
Satirical cartoons, radio and TV,
the magic that was Hollywood, as it used to be.
Ragtime, Bee-bop, Rockabilly, and Jazz
Swing, R & B, movie soundtracks, and Bluegrass.
The warm blanket of country when feeling cold,
the power and fury of rock and roll.
The grind of hip-hop and of rap…
on second thought, we apologize for that.
But funk gets things all out of control,
and who can say no to harmonious soul?
Stream locomotives, tracks narrow and wide,
flying machines that soar through the sky.
The glorious art that is the western,
and old Las Vegas, the moral tester.
The miracle of southern barbeque,
the burn of moonshine, or Mountain Dew.
Soft ice crew and greasy-fast French fries,
the expectation that politicians lie.
Liberty in law deeply enshrined,
muscle cars driving of the right side.
Suburbs, cabins, farms and guns,
and every legally available type of fun.
Forests, combines, and big chain-saws,
as well as full equality before the law.
A vast landscape, awesome to see,
an undying faith in our families.
Art from great down to lackluster,
recalls, vetos, and filibusters!
Checks and balances on the powerful,
we invented the internet, so things are never dull!
Mountain bikes and rollers blades,
fried chicken and biscuits, porterhouse steak.
Diners, dairy bars and fast food,
we walked on the friggin’ moon,
and built the only probes that escaped
into the void of interstellar space.
I could go on, I am tempted to,
but I think I’ve made my point to you,
And when young fool have yelled there fill,
reject their nonsense talk of “guilt.”
All nations have screwed up, it’s so
but perfection is something man never knows.
This nation still tires to confront is sins,
and brings forth profusions of great things.
The scales upon which we are weighed,
are ever clear in what they say:
When it all is said and done,
America is made of awesome.
You know that feeling at the airport
Watching passengers arrive
As you’re about to board?
Or at a restaurant
Asking for the check
As the guy at the other table is about
To devour a 28 ounce Prime Aged Porterhouse steak?
What about when you’re leaving the beach
Sunburned & sizzling after many hours under the scorching sun
Observing fresh incoming beachgoers unload their gear…or
On the highway,
Stuck in a bumper to bumper traffic
While others drive briskly back home
On the opposite lane…
What’s that called?
I met Danny at Norms on the weekends
it's a cheap coffee shop that serves
decent apple pie and good steaks
sometimes there is a long wait for a table
other times we hustle right in
Danny was waiting for me at a table tonight
he waved when I came in, ten minutes late
anyways, there was a lot of traffic but
that's no excuse, I got on the road late
busy playing around on the computer
Danny talked about playing poker
he had a lucky day at the table the other day
and today everything went bad
I wanted to tell him to check his astrology
but I just sat and listened
Danny always orders the porterhouse and then
takes the bone home for his dog Jake
I always get the New York Steak with a Caesar's salad
and a baked potato.
Danny and I are the best of friends
he was a big drinker back in the day
those days are over and now he just
complains about smoking too many cigars
it's always nice to see him.
Write an Epulaeryu Food Poem Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
The porterhouse is the king
crowned with herbs and salts
barbequed medium rare
each savory slice
cut thick and crispy
flavorful
steak
Panic’s on the prowl and I’m about to cower;
surely my sanctuary is a strong tower!
There ample assurance abides to meet my need;
there relief returns, from dysfunction I am freed.
Though maladies may threaten still I rest therein;
healing takes place and restoration can begin.
Like a landmark lighthouse, beacons define my path
while I probe for pointers preventing panic’s wrath.
To say my sanctuary is a place of rest
that’s understatement, hyperbole’s arrest.
When I’m feasting on fame and fortune’s Porterhouse,
I’m inclined to forget, am I woman or mouse?
When success has supplanted signs of a shoo-in,
in my tower, I still ponder risks of ruin.
My sanctuary saves me, mostly from my self;
He stops my shovel’s dig, backfills the dreaded delf.
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August 18, 2020
Silent One: Sanctuary Poetry Contest (couplets)
Author's Notes: a delf is a mine, a quarry, a hole, or a grave.
Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection
satisfaction is always provisional
I’m happy, my life is full of somethingnesses
I want nothing and have everything.
Well, not everything and not all at once.
Even broad joy needs disclaimers, I suppose.
Truth be told, I’d like a rare porterhouse steak or a pizza about now.
You can get anything with WiFi
Well, with WiFi and a compute device.
Ok, WiFi, a compute device, and money.
Dang, WiFi, a compute device, the Internet and money.
Jesus! WiFi, a compute device, the Internet, a passkey or two,
and money.
It’s funny how necessities tend to grow - like a bill.
That could be a systems-check for joy.
On the downside, I suppose there are things you can’t get,
like, true love, time, discretion, taste and meaning.
I’m not sure how I stumbled into philosophy.
While I was thinking about it, I turned to Peter (my bf) and told him:
“I could break-up with you, but never with capitalism.”
I’ve found that honesty can be self-incriminating
He just looked at me.
“I’ve an emotional attachment to self-interested acquisitioning,”
I confessed.
“I’m shocked,” he reported.
I think infrastructure is the real protagonist here.
These were unpaid, unsponsored thoughts.
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Songs for this:
Tangerine by Worldwide Groove Corporation
Sometimes You Really Get On My Nerves by Jane Wiedlin
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* A compute device = phone, iPad, computer
Dawai ,
Than I heard reference to
His management style being
So poor, he said" it was like
Saving the bones from a
Porterhouse and wrapping
Meatloaf around it. " See that's
What tag team party er did when
He was try'na win over his SuiteThang"
Then she drop his and coo'd up with
Anutta. " Talking bout dry bones
You cheap heat fool"
Ring the bell damnit, ring the bell!
Dawai ,
Than I heard reference to
His management style being
So poor, he said" it was like
Saving the bones from a
Porterhouse and wrapping
Meatloaf around it. " See that's
What tag team party er did when
He was try'na win over his SuiteThang"
Then she drop his and coo'd up with
Anutta. " Talking bout dry bones
You cheap heat fool"
Ring the bell damnit, ring the bell!
Dawai ,
Than I heard reference to
His management style being
So poor, he said" it was like
Saving the bones from a
Porterhouse and wrapping
Meatloaf around it. " See that's
What tag team party er did when
He was try'na win over his SuiteThang"
Then she drop his and coo'd up with
Anutta. " Talking bout dry bones
You cheap heat fool"
Ring the bell damnit, ring the bell!
Dawai ,
Than I heard reference to
His management style being
So poor, he said" it was like
Saving the bones from a
Porterhouse and wrapping
Meatloaf around it. " See that's
What tag team party er did when
He was try'na win over his SuiteThang"
Then she drop his and coo'd up with
Anutta. " Talking bout dry bones
You cheap heat fool"
Ring the bell damnit, ring the bell!
Dawai ,
Than I heard reference to
His management style being
So poor, he said" it was like
Saving the bones from a
Porterhouse and wrapping
Meatloaf around it. " See that's
What tag team party er did when
He was try'na win over his SuiteThang"
Then she drop his and coo'd up with
Anutta. " Talking bout dry bones
You cheap heat fool"
Ring the bell damnit, ring the bell!
Dawai ,
Than I heard reference to
His management style being
So poor, he said" it was like
Saving the bones from a
Porterhouse and wrapping
Meatloaf around it. " See that's
What tag team party er did when
He was try'na win over his SuiteThang"
Then she drop his and coo'd up with
Anutta. " Talking bout dry bones
You cheap heat fool"
Ring the bell damnit, ring the bell!
Dawai ,
Than I heard reference to
His management style being
So poor, he said" it was like
Saving the bones from a
Porterhouse and wrapping
Meatloaf around it. " See that's
What tag team party er did when
He was try'na win over his SuiteThang"
Then she drop his and coo'd up with
Anutta. " Talking bout dry bones
You cheap heat fool"
Ring the bell damnit, ring the bell!