Best Roasting Poems

I’m roasting a chicken
(I’m far from a cook).
I opened the oven
To take a quick look.

It’s sitting there, browning,
With veggies around it;
The recipe’s Ina’s*
(I Googled and found it).

It’s a holiday meal
So I hope it tastes good.
I followed directions
As well as I could.

We’ll eat it tonight
And with...

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roasting in the sun I lay brick,
                                 one by one in mute perfection
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Reflections on a Roasting Pan

The secret place where a woman goes
To wonder about the way life flows.

The ‘day after’ blues are setteling in, 
Please, a few hours to see where we’ve been.

Great Uncle Dan, the turkey, another pie,
Another year gone, it’s rushed right on by.

New...

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Long long ago and far far away, lived an angel better known this day....
As Lucifer with big bright eyes and much bigger, dreams ? Twas a lovely lad
Blessed his majestic voice in that be, crystal waters; her cherubs adored this child
Perhaps you see for nothing...

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You’re an overnight cessation                                         ...

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Chef Billy was nasty and rude
He’d swear when trainees ruined food
With a loaf of stale bread
He’d whack them on the head
His language was terribly crude

One trainee used sugar not salt
The packets had split - not his fault
He’s beaten then battered
His poor nose was shattered
Chef Billy...

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My cousin Finn was raving about the new dish at Claude’s Diner.
There is no appetizer better, truly nothing finer.
They call it Chestnuts roasting over an Open Fire.
I had to run out and try it, I had such a desire!

Are you sure? Asked the waitress, my...

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(Elai:)

Then let the flame be the altar.
Let our skin crackle like old vinyl records,
looping the moan that ended time.

Let the kiss taste of ember—
the tongue, a brand;
the breath, smoke that carries
our names to where gods go to weep.

And when our bodies fuse
between passion and combustion,
I...

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