Best Soufflé Poems
I set the table, place for one
Pour the wine, cork undone
Filet mignon, to perfection done
Topped with greens, and a sauce of rum
The evening sets, as it always had
A gourmet meal, aint so bad
I make a toast to the other side
As silence waits, I must abide
As I hold my glass
Of Bordeaux wine
I dare to wish but for one more thing
In darkened silence, the phone to ring
Soufflé simply will not do
There is no sweet without you
The perfect meal evades me still
The evening fades into a chill
Sleep evades my dreamy mind
And in the haze of wishful thoughts
Dinner was served
With a Kiss
Categories:
soufflé, food, introspection, life, romantic,
Form:
Light Verse
Tom flew down to Turkey to play
But found at the end of the day
Putin had to gobble
So there was a squabble
Hence the Marmite-Putin soufflé
Categories:
soufflé, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Today was an absolutely fantastic day
So now I guess you know why I say
Life is full of zest
That's why I'm blessed
Can't get enough of life's yummy soufflé
Categories:
soufflé, sweet,
Form:
Limerick
It’s that time of year again...
When family and friends gather together..
To share and give thanks for all that they treasure..
The young and the old, the tall and the small..
The Vegans and the Carnivores, come one come all...
There are dishes of tradition, like Turkey and stuffing..
Mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry muffins..
Green Bean casserole, and corn soufflé...
Are just some of the dishes of the day....
And of course a relish tray to take off the edge...
With that awesome Spinach dip in Pumpernickel bread...
So many desserts at this time of year...
But the favorite of all , synonymous of the Fall..
Is that Jack’O ‘Lantern, orange Gourd.....
known as Pumpkin Pie...
As the children play a game of touch football...
Something that is 24-7 on this day in Fall..
As Grandpa sits in the afternoon sun...
Remembering back ..when he was young...
Then the words of “ Let’s eat “ fills the air...
And everyone sits down in their chair..
Who wants the first slice ? Dark meat or White ?
Grandpa asks...then proceeds to take the first bite..
Everyone fills their plate, till it can’t hold no more...
Yet some go back, for more and more....
Finally everyone is full...can’t eat another bite..
Till the smell of fresh coffee brings on a plight...
Aahh dessert ..and the best part of all....
“ PUMPKIN PIE “ !!!! ....It appears was a "Majority Call"...
This is “ my “ favorite time of the year....
When you mention "MY" name, everyone gives a cheer !!!
So without further adieu ...Grandpa picks up the knife...
As I am the “ MAJORITY CALL “ and receive the first slice....
Categories:
soufflé, autumn, family, food, holiday,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Saw a sign in a fast food stall in our local mall
“Tables are for eating customers only” I was really appalled
Kinda barbaric I'd say
But tasty in a soufflé
Perhaps rephrasing would save one life however small
Categories:
soufflé, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Now don’t be rude
Yes I like my food, ok it shows a little
Mmm blue cheese and crackers, got to have a pickle
Spaghetti Bolognese, muesli with blueberries
Chocolate of course and ice cream with cherries
Give me a steak of medium rare
A fresh rocket salad
better than a love ballad or a prickly pear
Seafood fresh from the ocean
Carrot cake like mother used to make
Tradition set in motion
Sunday roast, burnt toast
Well just a little overdone
Crème brulee , savoury soufflé second to none
Eggy bread, wine gone to my head
Cup of Earl Grey set on a tray for afternoon tea
Cucumber sandwiches just right for me!
Categories:
soufflé, food
Form:
after all those sleepless nights
i figured it out.
I'm not sick without you
I don't even miss you.
a piece of our sex is stuck in my sinuses;
like a virus is.
i can't remember how it felt to be inside you,
but i can taste it when i spit.
Your sweat a carnal vinaigrette,
lips like mandarin oranges swimming in rose-water.
Soufflé sighs and martini moans.
pallet full, stomach empty.
Your face is a white blur, no black, maybe grey
no
all these are too colorful.
You're a shapeless cloud of vapor
Refracting headlights on winding lonesome roads in my mind.
Perfume.
Au' du recklessness,
an earthy mix of lavender and salamander slime.
lakewater and sublime sing-alongs.
santeria love potion number 9.
Categories:
soufflé, girlfriend, goodbye, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
Who's new at the CIA?
It's t-rump's mad clone Mike Pompeii
Oh - how we do cry
We're in a wok stir fry
While they claim it's a tasty soufflé
Categories:
soufflé, confusion, food, political, society,
Form:
Limerick
TOO MANY BUTTONS TO PUSH
There's too many buttons to push each day
But there's one in particular, like a donkey I bray
I scream out yee haw
Sometimes get lockjaw
I'm totally scrambled like an egg soufflé
© Jack Ellison 2015
(Inspired by The Wulfman)
Categories:
soufflé, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
How come each morning when we greet the day
The gunk in our eyes makes us say, “what the hey!”
What good is this stuff
Enough is enough
Sometimes nature is a pain in the soufflé
Categories:
soufflé, morning,
Form:
Limerick
Oh my god, you’re about to arrive,
You’re my sexy and hot and unique,
You’re every small reason that I get up each day,
You’re the sexiest part of my week,
And you’re about to be here, holding my all,
I’m going to hug you as much as I can,
Hold you and squeeze you and do all to please you,
And talk about when we began,
Our once a week tryst, our escape on a date,
Our rendezvous like a sexy soufflé,
How at the end of the week, you’re my sexy and sweet,
Twenty four hour Friday.
Entered into Silent Ones "Friday" contest 23rd Feb 2018, 5th place
Categories:
soufflé, funny, love,
Form:
Personification
Is there anything more fun than a roll in the hay
I think not, fair maiden, more than eating a soufflé
Nothing's more appealing
Than looking at the ceiling
C'mon sweetie, have I ever lead you astray
Categories:
soufflé, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Covered Dishes
1
The password is… password, shhh...
Try to remember if possible,
this sure-fire way of getting through the door;
Entering indeed, as with all lithesome ladies,
and their dithering dogs, after
entreating the big dude at the entrance gate,
with licorice sticks and cauliflower juice on ice,
and leaning over long enough to show off the planets,
those spinning orbs of a mathematical universe,
now turning madly and centrifugally, sucking
out the eyes of the pleading fools,
dressed in rage, and wont to feel the ancient eclipses,
those silent but grunting interludes unseen,
all dressed in satin boredom, all flummoxed
as with clowns, dressed in neon failure,
who now offer smiles and winking winces,
to the sad-eyed pedestrians, and
the red-lipped ladies with the wide-brimmed hats,
out to tease with nylon exposures,
around the bleakly lighted doorways
to dark entrances, without eyes to feel.
You were sitting there with legs crossed,
a cocktail dangling from your frozen fingertips,
like a fainted ballerina in the splitting moonlight.
In front of you, on the table, covered dishes
covered tureens, with surprise taste delights simmering,
shouting out in mute languages of the multitudes:
What is under the lid of this blue dish?
What is beneath the cover of this steaming tureen?
I turned to see other dishes and other culinary settings,
and instead, I saw you among the bon bons
and the flaming surrendering soufflé.
You wore that same translucent skirt with
the lightning stripes and the chiffon protestations,
and as you rose from your chair with howling legs,
there was no hell and brimstone in what I saw.
Then as with a silent hungry leopard,
setting exotic eyes on my stilled soul and quivering body,
you took my hand into yours, as easily as one might,
and with straight-staring certitude, we politely exited
from this quiet pedestrian grille,
this obscure café under the yawning stars,
hidden behind festooning flowers,
draped on hungry trellises,
for the hopelessly outraged.
Categories:
soufflé, addiction, america, anxiety, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Saw a sign in a fast food stall in our local mall
“Tables are for eating customers only” I was really appalled
Kinda barbaric I'd say
But tasty in a soufflé
Perhaps rephrasing it would save lives no matter how small
Categories:
soufflé, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
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Categories:
soufflé, allegory, suicide,
Form:
Lyric