Best Sourdough Poems

This old farmhouse kitchen
could tell its thrifty tales
of hard times, making do,
making bread from nothing –

snatching life out of air…
Snatching life out of air,

she turns...

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Anything but bread

I bumped into a man named Fred
And listened to each word he said
A story I was soon to dread
For all he talked about...

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Well I declare...the days are growing shorter
And this day was just as warm as was July.
Heat makes me lazy and the time just slipped away.
Woe...

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Grandma was a firefighter woman
For most of the 1960s--
When she was already in her sixties
You see, around about 1961
A brush fire almost burned down	
Kanarraville—that little...

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually,...

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Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the...

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Durin' my nearly four-score years I've had many a grand repast,
But there's one delicacy that will never, ever be surpassed!
There ain't nothin' like a huge...

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Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place,       
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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Tailgate Party
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015


It's my 
tailgate party

you're welcome 
to come -

Music's blasting,
and
We
Popp'in 
Champagne,

around
a hot

Webber Grill
In the 
parking lot -

Got my 
game day apron 
on,

Cook'n:

Oak wood Q'd
Baby Back 
Ribs,

Slow grilled 
and
smoked....

Brushed
in 
Sweet...

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pizza
                        ...

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High noon sun would soon turn

Her petite, ruddy face into one freckle

She rubbed the juice from a fresh lime

Across her brow so the bangs might...

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A slow cooked roast with baked potato
Soft spread butter and sliced sourdough
Steamed baby carrots with peas
A-1 Steak Sauce and jellies
Apple pie, cooling by the window

Her...

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This is a poem about me My name I Tricia

I don't like being me cause I am sick in the head 
I have had brain...

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Bread and Butter showed up first, 
thank God, with bread and butter 
(we hadn't any food out yet).
They had flown in from Detroit
on a real...

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pizza and beer, hot summer breezes
marinara flavor, and melted cheeses
sourdough knows how to navigate my soul
pizza pie is my food goddess idol
soft with a hint...

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