Best Recipe Poems
Boring
Snoring
Warring
Whoring
Long life with a boring, snoring sod
made the wife a warring whoring broad.
For Your Turn For A Tyburn Poetry Contest
sponsored by charles messina
Recipe For Happiness
Happiness is like a cake we bake that creates the joy and fullness of life.
And, the recipe begins with one cup of resilience to keep it all together
Place next, one cup of acceptance for loving yourself dearly as you are
Put in one cupful of appreciation for your life and the beauty of nature
Insert one cup of direction to help follow those special goals you seek
Next, blend in one cupful of emotion for life's intense love and feelings
Enter then, a heaping cup of relationships, made of family and friends
Stir in one cupful of giving for sharing your love and kindness with all
Stir, then add a cup of meaning for purpose that makes happiness rise.
There you have it!
February 16, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: My Secret To Happiness
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 10/18/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: Happiness Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 12/19/2015
RECIPE
Tiny, glowing, hot in its skyward climb,
it warms the creatures like morning baked bread,
grows high, dies low, is part of cosmic time.
Flowing, agile, glistening droplets spread,
wet with life, liquid mirror in one song,
splashing high, vast enough to fill a bay.
Light, sailing, lifting lungs it becomes strong,
into sea, in sky, a blue holiday,
thin envelope keeps oxygen inside.
Crusty, thick, ore and fine silica cools,
forms a dirt shell for its earthly fast ride,
botanical in sticky molecules.
Hot flame, wet rain, deep breath in bold granite,
elixir, concoction... rarest planet.
-Edlynn Nau
(Original draft date: September 3, 2018)
Happy Holidays everyone at Poetry Soup!
A cozy warm fire
2 cups hugs plus one cup love
and a Christmas tree
Gifts favored with care
3 cups grins 2 cups kisses
and snuggly blankets
Chocolaty treats
Tablespoon of handholding
and Christmas stockings
Candy cane delights
Two and a half cups laughter
and Christmas carols
Santa’s ho ho ho
2 cups of Christmas giving
and holiday cheer
Merry Christmas!
3rd publish-prev PoetryPalette and GoDogGocafe by Franci Eugenia Hoffman
(Another way of looking at life... poem)
Stacking bricks in a builder’s yard
I was just eighteen, while my mate
was in Vietnam.
I was building for the future,
he was trying to lay the foundations.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
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Would like to come face to face with Gordon Ramsey.
Being on his reality cooking show quite suits my fancy.
Would like to create poetry soup worthy of his exaltation,
One that would make my soup a meaningful sensation.
What ingredients do I use,
Ones that would favor my persnickety muse?
The answer is simple you’ll quickly see.
Follow my advice, and the ‘bees knees’ you’re sure to be.
Start with a base of words so sweet,
Carefully chosen to make your poem complete.
Stir in a medley of metaphors,
While snacking on some petit fours.
Add a dash of delightful imagery
As you drink some wine from the local distillery.
Throw in a pinch of personification.
Stir and simmer and wait for aromatic conflation.
Spoon in syntactic seasoning for extra zing.
Remember to double check your apron string.
Toss in just the right amount of thyme.
Mince up some cadence and rhyme.
Throw in just a smidgen of wit.
Too much can be a distraction, I must admit.
Slowly sauté a couple of similes.
Doing so creates entrancing epiphanies.
‘Tis easy cooking up poetry—it’s like flicking your wrist.
Let the ingredients simmer while waiting to submit.
When it's time to serve,
Pour out your poetry soup with verve.
A steaming bowl, a feast for the mind.
You’ll nourish souls, one poem at a time.
A beggar has got bread from a door
The thread of survival
A slice of sky smiling on a pink petal
And for me
In the void, appears a boundless sea
And the bard is impatient
Till the buzz from his word-paint
Versifies the lyrically human moment
Poetry is fomented by arousal and associations
A graceful process of
Deconstruction and reconstruction
Of the dancing shadows
A concentrated illumination
Of your reality
With my lamps of desire and imagination
Wearing a shirt of rustling dry leaves
There stands
A story of weeping wounds
Shards of tears and trauma
In my nostril a human aroma
Shaping out fond filigree of emotion
Warm and cold
Stroke in the folds
And when you look intense
Craving the chocolate words of my pen
Provoking a tomato like glow
In my bone marrow
Instantly arrives the bird
And stirred is the light in the gem
A sure poem
Like the meandering river
In the falling leaves
In the painting brush of the sun and cloud
Silent as well as loud
Sit the metaphors
Waiting merrily to be caressed in a poem
Or else
To what end are they born?
Guitar of golden corn
And when an irresistible leaf
From your trembling window
Falls on my thirsty grass
Alphabets sparkle and spontaneously combine
In valentine
Boats from the river sail in
Into the passionate hemoglobin
Life is always ready
With stupendous recipes
For our poetry
Provided the quick chemistry is there
In profound red and sky blue
Between me and you
A crimson brew
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21/01/2017
Step 1, take two friends before they are lovers
Show them how to share with oneanother
Add a slice of intinmacy of becoming one
Like holding hands under the sun
Now subtract the bitterness and add the sweet
The flavor of a kiss should taste like a treat
Give her a compliment and 1 soft caress
Then rest your head against his chest
1 cup of humor and 1/2 a cup of concern
A pinch of assertiveness
But too much will burn!
100 kisses a day will keep the doctor away
A drop of hope then mix in family and friends
Your recipe for love
Will never come to an end.
I have a little something that I want you to see.
It’s a sample of great-grandpa’s secret recipe.
Blend of ingredients in the right combination;
hidden formula passed down to my generation.
Great-grandpa was a man having great longevity.
He lived to the ripe old age of one hundred and three.
This stuff was a contributor without any doubt.
When he was cremated, the fire wouldn’t go out!
Grandpa took over after great-grandpa passed away.
That’s why the legacy continues up to today.
The neighbors didn’t show the slightest inhibition.
Because grandpa made big bucks during Prohibition!
Another generation passed, and my pa would say:
“My son, it’s time to make some more of that stuff today.
But please boy, bring out the still without making a sound.
Somebody told me there’s some G-boys coming around!”
So my friend, I want to make a toast to you right here.
May you be filled with happiness without pain or fear.
So down the hatch with this stuff that I want you to try.
L’chaim, happy landing, here’s some mud in your eye!
Raul Moreno
(a Poetry Dish)
4c. of God 1 sm. tsp. of talent
(23oz of chromosomes) pkg. Mom (23oz of chromosomes) pkg. Dad
¼ tsp. of my older brother ¼ of my other brother
2 c. of my sister 1 lb. of my surroundings
1 oz. of knowledge ½ c. of heart
½ c. Nature ½ c. Inspiration
3 c. Oklahoma 2 c. of my friends
(8oz.) of Pansy 1 pkg. Gracemont
¼ t. failure ¼ t. faith
A pinch of discipline A dash of hope
Mix contents together,
In a large bowl.
Top with family members,
Better if served cold.
Set and let cool,
And eat my poetry.
Without these ingredients,
There would be no me.
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An homage to everyone who has supported me,
believed in me, and applauded me.
Without them, I wouldn't do what I do!
When life descends harsh, heavy and rude
Forcing us to sulk, complain and brood
I know the recipe for the perfect mood
A cup of coffee, a book and solitude
Shut the door to those voices that intrude-
Judgmental, astute, pious and prude
Pick someone from the book in the interlude
Feel, embrace and live her life with gratitude
The pretend-play works wonders for the attitude
Detachment from self leaves you ready and renewed
Clarity and purpose it gives to a head that’s confused
It definitely works, isn’t just another platitude
Written on 02/12/2017
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Delicious, warm, and and tastes of home...
as if you were still here....
To make this one easy to spread,
You will need.
At least one high profile celebrity,
Or Politician.
You could substitute any person who is in a high position of trust.
An event organiser,
And a Spin Doctor.
Method,
Remove the high profile brain and wash it thoroughly,
Making sure to remove any family ties,
And burning them,
So they can not grow back.
Once the brain is back in place,
You are ready to introduce the spin Doctor to the mix,
No skimping on Quality here,
If you want some grains of truth still left on the newly washed brain.
When you are satisfied the spin Doctor,
Has got the theory to a spreadable consistency,
Then it is time to entrust it to your event organiser.
The beauty of this recipe apart from the fact,
That no one wants to claim copyright on it,
Is that it can be made to fit any theory,
With little change of ingredients.
Good luck and remember I didn't give you the recipe.
A- Appreciate the love between you
B- Believe in their inner beauty
C- Console them when needed
D- Delight in their presence!
E- Encourage their works and dreams
F- Faithful-not a sometimes friend
G- Give to them, more than you receive
H- Hug them with joy and gratefulness
I- Integrity with them in a must in all matters
J- Jump at every chance to celebrate their success
L- Love them not only as they are, but for the blessing, they are to you
M- Merriment must be shared, as often as you can,
N- Nirvvana~let the peace of Nirvana bless you
O- Optimism be your shared outlook
P- Play your hearts out!
R- Respect each other's point of view
S- Sunshine! Do be this to one another!
T- Treat each other’s hearts with kindness
U- Uplift them...when they are lonely or down
V- Vim, provide plenty to each of them
W- Well-being in you both is a must
X- Xenophile you must love all nationalities
Y- Yearn for each others happiness
Z- Zest, be the spirit residing in each of you
1/25/2024
It’s very cold outside but not in here
Where I am relaxing and sipping beer
Reading all the latest poems
That everyone else has been composing
They really warm up my toes
As well as my big red nose
Just don’t stop what you are doing
As this new recipe from you and who
Means that I might just add a parsnip or two
For my own Best Winter Soup
But don’t let that ever stop you
To refine your own recipe too
Because there is so much talent and friendship here
I wish you all a Happy New Year
DAMO
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