Best Salad Poems
Spring is a colorful salad
Roses are her radishes
Marigold her croutons
Lilacs in her dressing, dribbling sweetly
She is tossed in wind storms
Spring is a tasty salad
She uplifts the diners
She delights the songbirds
She nurtures the baby lambs
She brings greenery back to the meadow
Spring is a hearty salad
She feeds our souls
She nurtures our imaginations
She sings her forest songs
She rejuvenates us in the most heart-felt ways
Spring is our dessert salad
Her birds serenade us
Her bunnies show off their fluff
Her squirrels scold us gently
She brings us such enthusiasm and happiness!
Written: May 18, 2019
Contest: Objectifying a Season Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate.
A real cheapskate.
One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book.
Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.”
It was written for a 7 year old child, and I was considerably older than that.
Still had “5 cents” written in pencil on the first page.
No foolin'.
Asked he, “You ever read that one?”
Replied I, “No granddad. Can’t say I have. Thank you.”
“Merry Christmas.”
I hated going to visit them.
In the row house in Baltimore city, where my mother grew up.
(‘Balmer.’ ‘Balmer, Merilan.' “How you doin’ hon?”)
Me and my sister sitting on the wood floor in the living room.
Positioned dead eyed to the manger on the mantle.
Given board games to occupy our time.
My father loved talking to him, Leo, Leo Groeninger.
Because he was brilliant.
And he knew everything about everything.
A sedentary encyclopedia on the spectrum.
His second wife sitting dutifully next to him on the couch.
My mother sitting in a chair, the only one left in the living room.
“Maybe you kids would like to play checkers, or Parcheesi.”
But he had one saving grace:
His German potato salad.
The real thing.
Made with ham fat.
Five pounds of ham fat.
Or bacon, if you didn't have any ham fat.
Damn that stuff was good!
Someone offered me a taste
of what they call fruit spirit salad
It wasn't made with oranges or grapes
and it didn't tempt my palate
This salad was made of fruits of what we call the spirit
So listen carefully my friends, you might just want to hear it
They told me it all began with (love) and they sprinkled in some (peace)
poured in a little (patience) and added (joy) to the feast
Stirred it with some (kindness) and little (self-control)
use (faithfulness) and (goodness) to sweeten up the bowl
Spice it up with (gentleness) to kick it up a notch
The love that comes from God is what you really got
BAM!!!!
enjoy life ;)
K.J.V
Galatians 5:22
5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness,
goodness, faith,
5:23 Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law
Lettuce mixed with coconut
Sliced grapes and oil nuts
Specialty tuna from sea
This is just for me
Nice glass of rum punch
Watch out man—
Done!
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/23/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
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Salad, salad, salad, every day of the year
To keep me thin and trim, it's not working I fear
You'd think by now
I'd be slimmer than a cow
This obsession for Big Macs is really severe
Many can recall and recollect
the halcyon moments of carefree abandon
When juvenile limbs climbed upon cedar limbs
or squatted under oak or baobab shades
while languishing in youthful salad days
As they chased butterflies or katydids
Yet ironically in their prime
most disdained the veggie salads.
No bothering much where and how
the shillings and earnings came from
Home made cakes and pies gobbled in for granted delight
Engrossed in exploring the wide old world with youthful eyes.
My darling Clementine
Thought you were a satsuma
Or maybe mandarin
Did not mean to presume a
Variety, you cutie
Ambrosia made with halos
By whatever name you go
You orange little beauty
At the market three veggies were chosen!
They found themselves inside a cart!
Their future they started discussing!
They were curious right from the start!
The Tomato, said there's a rumor.
The rumor he stated, was valid.
The Lettuce and Carrott cried "tell us!"
He said "we're gonna end up in a salad!"
apples grapes peaches on tray
silky rinds explode
flesh blended with milky cream
nectar squirting juice,
add cherry toppings
toothy- fruit
binge!
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People think plants are not violent
This is where I will tend to disagree
Have you ever seen a vine strangle a tree?
What about when a fly is devoured by the Venus?
When the weeds clog the yard with such immensity that drains every nearby plant?
Sure you have
Therefore you have witnessed the hard-wired DNA principle
To survive
Regardless of species
The predation and the prey
All within the concept that.....
Celery somehow made it to dominance in a seemingly peaceful fashion
Yet deceptively, as stoic as this ... Celery... seems
It most certainly practices a turgid diplomacy of violence
Showing its importance as
An invaluable part of classic broth
A team player in regards to fiber
And
Let's never forget the partnership with peanut butter
So it began
Celery was allowed into the favored gardens of the chosen vegetables
Walled away from the thorny, thick monstrosities that grew unattended
On the other side of the gate
Shedding their pollen without the slightest of apologies
But none of this was a concern for Celery
As Celery grew strong, robust and prolific
Soon it was apparent Celery had larger dreams than walled-off gardens
It was time for world domination
It was time to run the competitors unto the topsoil
Celery's surrounding mother roots went deep and everywhere within the soil
This unquenchable thirst caused
Many neighboring plants to become so stifled
A massive plant exodus occurred
Creating even more harsh turf conditions
This was compounded with the
Many casualties from plant-like warfare
Yet, one may ask
Did Celery show mercy and a vegetative state upon its face
No (and yes)
The roots took over and drained the essence from every beet, scallion and basil
In proximity
While simultaneously and
Ravenously soaking in every bit of energy needed for
Survival
Even at the cost of Celery's family and friends
So
Given this veracious tale
Do you still believe plants are not violent?
No one likes dead lettuce
It must be crisp and cool
And dousing wounds with vinegar
Is certainly not cruel!
For Vegans can not see
Why lettuce choose to be
On a different frequency
Than Donald Trump might be
A salad will pass away
Shivering with cold today
Disgusted Vegans will say,
"I never heard lettuce pray"
A really mouth watering sandwich
one that wets an hungry appetite
just what sandwich does one select
from a selection of bread brown and white
The favourite one for my tum
is one filled with cheese and hams
along with tomato, cucumber and onion
honey mustard on top of lettuce at 200 grams
Having this lovely food sandwich
such a rich taste of succulent texture
makes one fall in love with it fully
as it's simply lovely that's for sure
This may not be everyone's fav
but it is certainly mine
think of the juice's on your lips
eating that sandwich next time you dine
strawberry salad
buried treasure in whipped cream
red gems with freckles
Life is a ballad
Much like a salad.
A mixture of greens
From newborn to teens.
Then adulthood blues
In various hues.
Once years are golden,
It grows some mold in.
Sins lurking in seeds,
Sprouting up like weeds.
Mélange of all spice -
Of virtue, of vice.
Too proper and straight?
Add nuts to the plate.
Posh palate to please?
Grate sheep truffle cheese.
Life's rich fibre zest
We strive to digest.
No need to panic
If not organic.
Either way when lost,
Turns into compost.
Salads taste the same,
The leaves aren’t to blame.
The top secret is -
What it's garnished with.
Lush evergreen muse -
In dressing we choose.
Flair of creation -
In variation.
April 27, 2022
There is this guy
They call him Popeye
He fell in love with an olive skinned lass
Only to be kicked out on his ass