Best Roasted Poems


Premium Member The Old Bird Got Roasted

Mum roasted a ptarmigan for tea
But the meal didn't satisfy me
It was a scrawny old bird  
The taste was pretty absurd
So I'm off to the chip shop quickly!

On Monday I was using a random word generator and it came up with Ptarmigan which is a word I had never heard of. I've since discovered it's a bird which is native to Canada but they can also be found in Scotland

06-17-17

Premium Member Roasted Chicken

The smell of a roasting chicken,
for a Special Day.
Dinner - not just for Sunday.
Mouth watering taste of
soft white meat and rich brown gravy.
Dark meat juicy with flavor.
Might be stuffed or unstuffed
adding to the scent of a roasting
chicken - Hmmm.

Roasted Crab

Sullivano  asked the roasted crab
                             Have you come from biology lab?
                                           And If you do
                                         Put on your shoe
                               Go to the sea you need a rehab


Bo Feasted On Roasted Silkworm Seed

Bo feasted on roasted silkworm seed
                                    And felt in his stomach a stampede
                                        Newton's third law of motion
                                              A dollop of e-motion
                                    A commotion, on Po's head he peed  










                                      © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
                                               18 December 2014

Roasted

Jewel Food Stores - Illinois



 Looking at that roast in the cart
 I savor its taste even now.
 Yet never thinking that for my part
 When I will cook it...or even how.


 But I take it to the checkout lane
 With all the other items that day.
 Finally having to leave it...to looks of disdain
 I didn't bring enough cash with me...all to my dismay.

The Oven Roasted Gobbler

Thanksgiving Day has arrived 
in the nippy month of November,
and the dining room is in a festive mood;
Holiday music is softly playing in the living room...
the aromatic smell of the oven roasted gobbler
spreads to each room, to make everyone drool
for a taste  of this delicacy in the late afternoon,      
I bet all of them would!    


Yesterday morning I went to the local supermarket,
and looked for the youngest and fattest turkey,
the one which is tender and moist...a turkey guests love to eat;
and when I spotted the best one, I hurled it into my shopping cart,
and went straight to the cashier acting a little crazy,
knocking down piles of canned food all over the floor,
and making all the customers scream!
Somebody next to me yelled,
" Young man, be careful...look out!" 
Over there...another pile of tomato sauce jars
fell and the breaking glass sounded
worse than a quake hitting this quite town!
Embarrassed, and somewhat hilarious for the unexpected mess,
I rushed out with my heavy shopping bag...trudging like a hunchback!


The oven roasted gobbler steams on the table deplete
with lots of Holiday treats: eggnog, apple cider,
cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, roasted chestnuts
and a set of red candles to match the glossy plates;
O gobbler so perfectly cooked, you're ready for the sharp knife,
and be cut by the volunteer who will say, "Grace!"
O gobbler so tasty and young, wouldn't you love
to come back to life...and poke everyone with your beak?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Roasted Chickens, Rusted Spanners

Africa, why are you excited so much
with roasted chicken you get each year
coming to you from foreign poultry farms
Can they lay eggs that can hatch, multiply?

Africans, why are you excited so much
with rusted spanners you sign for each season
coming in to build grass-thatched huts
Can they build industrial complexes in Africa?

Africans, why are you excited so much,
with expertise you invite for every project,
coming in waves of hawkers, advisers?
Can they build independent African economy?

Roasted chicken, rusted spanners are exciting
to Africa with eyes covered by fogs and mists

Roasted Faraway, For Pius Adesanmi

By Izunna Okafor



Beyond the shrubs of Sahara 
Lifted a munt of brainy bond 
Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia
Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts

Across the bridge of a foreign land
Hovered a book of beautiful pages
Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland
In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges

Off the coast of Addis Ababa
Tears rang bell aloud
Beholding a star being staggered
In a nimbus of a faraway land 

A heroic pen was raptly melted
As the book of many pages shattered across the ocean
A nation's pride has become ashes
Making a wave in the hist of the deadly world

Oh! he was roasted faraway
Faraway his father land
Amidst tears in the eyes his nation
A great gem was ruefully tossed

The ashes of his fecund head
The cranes of his creative fingers 
The cremains of his eagle eyes 
Now pose lifeless in a foreign land

He's gone
A hero is gone
Roasted in a faraway land
Oh! He's gone forever.

© Izunna Okafor, 2019.

An Ant

An ant, lost, 
as the smell of its companions fade, 
it wanders. 
It wanders to tremble upon the huge slow roasted almond. 
It starts devouring as the others still in line, 
fading.

Roasted Turkey

Sweaty sexy body lies down on my plate

Contest Name: Food and Our Memory Connections
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

He Was Roasted

Though an elephant
He placed himself
on monkey’s oven
well roasted he was
down gullet he went

Ronald Rump Reasonably Roasted

Ronald Rump reasonably roasted 

Remarkable – recourse retaining rickety 
rambling reverence regarding “r.”

Ronald Rump
repugnant racist republican reviled - 
rickettsia re:itch ruler.

Rapaciously ravaged 
revered reverential rubric.

Radical ruthless renegade 
rapidly riotously ripped rigged ramparts.

Refrained retaining remnant 
redolent regal, resplendent rafters.

Riches rudely ruptured rooted rectified rights.

Ruckus ricocheted revenant reign.

Ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.

Rambunctious rapscallions rollicked; 
rendered ruinous ramifications.

Rusty razor razing revenge rented reprisal.

Rabid rectal rictus rotten 
rebranded re-calibrated redoubt.

Rambunctious revolutionaries rejoiced.

Ruffians rode roughshod 
routing reigning royalty.

Reiterated revetting robust recidivist rationality.

Rode Rolls Royce relentlessly 
rendering rock ribbing.

Riffraff raconteur raised reactionary response.

Revisited rancorous restrictive
redlined realigned rightward rivets.

Robocop ridiculously 
rubber-stamped reorganization.

Recalcitrant reactors released rapture.

Rash Russian roulette
reconnaissance raconteurs racked rubles.

Red room reflected Republican RNA.

Rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats 
revoked righteous refulgent repertory.

Rapier robed robbers ransacked 
reliquary resounding retaliation.

Retaliatory redcoat regnum 
reformation remembered.

Rudy robotically recoiled rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered 
rifled relics raffled.

Rookie raves ripe rackful 
rubenesque reliably ranked.

Refulgent rotundity requisite 
requirement re: reappointment.

Road-tested, roadworthy 
redeem reapportion routed role.

Reprehensible reassignment 
rapidly recognizes response.

Rife rampage removed respectability – respect.

Responsible roused restitution refuted.

Risky resultant reconnoitering 
runaway railroad reverberated rivalry.

Reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirmed 
redoubling ridding revitalization.

Reconfiguration realpolitik reinstated repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.

Requisition required resilient reseeding republic.

Regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.

Rare recount restoring recondite 
renown reprobate Rapunzel.

Republican representatives 
rejoice reclaiming reins.

With Poems Coasted and Was Roasted

With Poems Coasted and Was Roasted

Wrote many poems as along I had coasted,
And reviewed and ended up being roasted;
Meant to be,
I could see,
After they to Poetry Soup all were posted.

Jim Horn

Gads. I am going to be 78 on June 26th, 2019.
This is same day Democrat Debates will be.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Sun Roasted

HAIKU
sun roasted…tasty
helped by charcoal cinders
the dog sat begging

Sun Roasted

SENRYU
sun roasted… burned fool
heeded not once the warning
my youngest sibling

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