Best Steak Poems
My driveway is packed with the cars
of friends and family,
chips put out, and the little ones
are running joyously.
A cooler filled up with bag ice
keeps cold soda and beer,
I think half the folks I know
were able to get here.
I stand over a charcoal grill,
today it is my thing,
propane may work in a pinch,
but briquettes remain king
Coals seer some discount longhorn steaks,
bought from a friend of mine,
will turn the meat ninety degrees,
get perfect grill-mark lines.
My vegan niece sits not far off,
always looks thin and ill,
ready to tell everybody:
“It’s not okay to kill!”
As if the plants she likes to eat
didn’t go to their death,
some day she might see how it is,
but she ain’t got there yet.
The youngsters go high on the swings,
I hear metal chains squeak,
one even gets up far enough
to brush against some leaves.
Every few moments one flies off,
and lands half-stumbling,
turns back to his cousins and cries:
“That jump was amazing!”
The older kids are further back,
shagging some fly-balls down,
they mix it up with fast bouncers,
racing across the ground.
Inside men sit and watch the game,
share opinions on sports,
each convinced they know the deal,
which players to exhort.
Not a word of work goes around,
and to me that’s just fine,
Boss-man gets five days of the week,
but these two? They are mine.
Wives and sisters sit on the deck,
indulging in girl-talk,
it may be a stereotype,
but lordy, how they squawk.
Then again, maybe it’s just me,
the introverted type,
gossiping in a big circle,
not something I would like…
Take off the ones medium rare,
three more minutes—well done,
plate them up, then give a shout:
“The steak’s on, everyone!”
Salmon steak or fillet
Choose fillet or salmon
steak
Either way I can get it
Is alright with me
I enjoy a salmon steak
Cooking on the barbecue
Or the fillet is tasty to
Either way I enjoy it
Salmon from a can
Is handy to have
For a salad bowl
Or making salmon
patties
Together, my parents faced two world wars, the great depression, floods, fires, and some things that would bring most people to their knees. Imagine just where I would be if they had just decided that things were too rough and chucked in the towel. At the time, I didn’t think they had a lot to give. But looking back, I’m amazed at how much I got.
steak’s what I wanted
bologna is what I got—
never went hungry
this is a treat
its get unneat
a taste
don't go to waste
i have STRONG NEED
FOR
sSTEAK AND CHESSE
Today I splurged on a steak.
Thick with the fat trimmed close
Seasoned - broiler - aroma
Taste buds squirt delight
Juice runs down my chin
Ambrosia
Burp!
Barbequing on the grill
Prime steak such a thrill
Mouth watering I just spill
Waiting for this treat
Sauce smells oh so sweet
Give me meat—
Bam!
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/19/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
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What can make the heart grow fond
I'll give you the tip
Nothing can satisfy your taste
Like Scottish Steak and chips.
Juicy highland cattle steaks will
melt just past your lips
feeding well the hungry soul
That's Scottish steak and chips.
What can put some fat on you
on your frame and hips
you'll never ever fade away
With Scottish steak and chips.
There's no food in this modern world
whether haggis, burgers or fish
that can match the beauty and taste
of Scottish steak and chips.
TV chefs seem unawares
and seem so ill equipped
of talent, skill and feel required
to cook Scottish steak and chips.
No need to be serious
Always poems to make you think
Need a bit of humour
Eating Scottish steak and chips.
When grandchildren ask about the nation's dish
"is it haggis or whisky nips ?"
I'll lean back in my rockin' chair
eating Scottish Steak and chips.
When we went to a steak house named Zake’s
We discovered a shocking mistake
That my wife’s meal had hair
So I asked why it’s there
They said, because she ordered shaved steak
Tasteful Steak
When I first saw the tasteful steak
I started to tremble and also shake
As in my mouth it had started to melt;
By my each taste bud it could be felt.
Slowly started to slither down inside
After my mouth was really open wide;
Then felt my stomach start to churn
Not worrying about having any heartburn.
Now as I look at my empty, lonely plate
With my steak all gone can hardly wait
For another one which will be like this;
Eating steak to me sure is sheer bliss.
James Thomas Horn
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a gatsby roll sliced open
then add some salad
lettuce and tomatoes
steak or polony
add sauce of your choice
cut in two
eat!!
Contest Name : Fast Food Epulaeryu
Date : 28/04/2011
*A gatsby is one
of the favourite fast foods
especially in Cape Town
amongst the coloured community*
There once was a fellow named Jack
On meat he never would snack
Vegetables only
No ribs or baloney
But he sure loved those Big Macs!
we are eating the
speed in the lim-
b of a graser
the clotted blood
fear of the bulging
eyes, of the rib raw
very rare tender loins
blowing coals of an
open fire grilled
fermented purple grapes
in the black valleys
of summer ignit-
ing the thirst
we become animals now
by the side of the co-
zy bed in pure da-
y light
In all honesty.
I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate.
And be devoured piece by piece.
My attention, all my free time.
Everything that no one else could see.
With knife and fork.
T be taken apart and devoured tastefully.
With nothing left except the juice of where I laid.
The tough parts that take time to cut,
Revealed in an instant.
To be desired in mutual attraction, a certain craving.
Covered in salt, pepper, a slice of butter.
All of my interests, my habits.
The anticipation of being sizzled and flipped on a cast iron skillet.
Served fresh on a plate.
A baked potato on the side to bring out the taste.
In all honesty.
I think I'll have a steak
Eating steak and eggs
was my favorite breakfast
in my teen-age years
at Ryan’s Steak House
your steak is cooked as ordered
without any fuss