Best Tabasco Poems
Evasion, the dagger's sharpened strong point
Slowly has pricked love's joy until now gone
Tedious the effort to time appoint
Verbiage to one who speaks from heart of stone
Fluffy moisture laden clouds float across
the blue sky, gentle breeze stirs heart's desire
Thus love's awakening to you like dross
Intimacy through deep channels expire
Can love's embers be rekindled to flaming
hot Tabasco Sauce, open up cold heart
Let in spring's whispers of love not blaming
Uncork the closed mind to thoughts uncharted
Let not evasion of thoughts and needs trap
Reach forth and receive all from love's tap
Finis'.......
Just for PD
Finished May 16, 2014
Categories:
tabasco, love,
Form:
Sonnet
So versatile is the potato.
It’s orange; it’s yellow; it’s white; it’s sweet.
It’s baked or boiled; it’s mashed or fried.
It’s served with poultry, with fish or with meat.
I love to cook, and I have for you
three recipes for potato dishes.
Not too expensive, they’re easy and fast.
But best of all, they are most delicious!
A Tator Tot casserole I love to bake.
With my company, it’s always a hit.
Ground beef fried with onion is mixed with creamed soup
and the bag of tots! Bake with cheese over it!
From my childhood comes the twice baked potato.
I’m sure you’ve heard of it – bacon and cheese.
But try some canned tuna with canned green beans.
Top with good cheese; microwave; it’s a breeze.
Last is a recipe that I obtained
from the time that I spent in Madrid.
The Spanish omelet’s really big there.
This is a recipe that I “redid.”
I fry chopped potatoes and onions in oil.
Salt and pepper it; drain off the oil when gold.
Stir in lots of eggs till it’s moist and thick.
In omelet shapes this mixture should hold.
Onto a large griddle, pour each omelet shape.
Turn them like pancakes when each side is done
I’ve Americanized it by adding Tabasco,
melting cheese on it too; this food is so fun!
These are just three dishes made with potatoes.
I have many more. Do you think you could make
at least one of these I’ve described? Let me know!
And I hope you already know how to bake!
July 28, 2019
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Categories:
tabasco, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.
We try to stop her
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter
We hide it with our toast.
For Bessie will take that batter
And add extra stuff galore.
Peanut butter and sausage
Corn, pickles, oranges and more.
Bessie empties our pantries in the middle of the night
And grills up inventive pancakes that fill every counter in sight.
Our mother has asked her to stay out of her kitchen.
Pancake Batter Bessy’s creative juices can’t for they are always itch’n.
Categories:
tabasco, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Potato chip, I love you up,
my darling little buttercup.
A cup! A Reese’s chocolate one
with peanut butter. Oh, what fun!
What fun is time with nacho chips;
delightful cheese to tease my lips.
My lips around a hamburger,
with onion rings my heart to stir.
Stir the chili in the pot.
Add Tabasco; cook it hot.
Hot, that snack I love so well,
is buttered popcorn that I smell.
Smell the pasta fantasy-
sauce and parmesan for me.
Me and cheesecake, cherries atop.
Once I start, I cannot stop.
Stop for ice cream; what I wish-
a sundae sitting in a dish.
Dish me up some southern fried
with mashed potatoes on the side.
A side of bacon, crispy fat.
I see nothing wrong in that!
That’s a spicy hot tamale.
Enchiladas make me jolly.
Jolly Christmas; candies sweet,
turkey, ham; so much to eat.
Eat a pizza. It’s the best.
Now I’ve gotta take a rest.
Categories:
tabasco, food,
Form:
Couplet
Potato chip, I love you up,
my darling little buttercup.
A cup! A Reese’s chocolate one
with peanut butter. Oh, what fun!
What fun is time with nacho chips;
delightful cheese to tease my lips.
My lips around a hamburger,
with onion rings my heart to stir.
Stir the chili in the pot.
Add Tabasco; cook it hot.
Hot, that snack I love so well,
is buttered popcorn that I smell.
Smell the pasta fantasy-
sauce and parmesan for me.
Me and cheesecake, cherries atop.
Once I start, I cannot stop.
Stop for ice cream; what I wish-
a sundae sitting in a dish.
Dish me up some southern fried
with mashed potatoes on the side.
A side of bacon, crispy fat.
I see nothing wrong in that!
That’s a spicy hot tamale.
Enchiladas make me jolly.
Jolly Christmas; candies sweet,
turkey, ham; so much to eat.
Eat a pizza. It’s the best.
Now I’ve gotta take a rest.
(An oldie of mine where I tried to make each new couplet start with the word at the end of previous couplet)
For Juliet Ligon's 'Most Original' Poetry Contest
Categories:
tabasco, food, i love you,
Form:
Couplet
Some folks like their food real spicy;
Others lean towards bland.
Oftentimes the piquancy
Is not what you had planned.
There are those who favor bitter;
Many savor sweet.
Recipes that call for both
Are where the twain shall meet.
Certain people would declare
Their meal a real fiasco
If it didn’t have the sting
Of salsa or Tabasco.
Personalities, as well,
Are fiery or cool.
Foods reflect one’s temperament,
Though logic may not rule.
It’s possible that someone dull
Likes savory cuisine,
Yet someone sultry somehow lacks
That tangy pungent gene.
It’s like the nursery rhyme we learned
Of Jack Sprat and his wife:
Variety makes the world go round
And is the spice of life.
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
Categories:
tabasco, introspection, life
Form:
Rhyme
The Monkey's Uncle
I'm french fried
freeze dried
pour tabasco on top
if you think I lied
if I look your way
I will go astray
pat the monkey's head
every night and day
you drive me mad
with your beautiful smile
for one of your kisses
I would walk a mile
sometimes sassy
with a sharp wit
work the fancy words
rub your hands with spit
a pound of clay
a box of sand
I can spank that monkey
with either hand
hair of gold
hot and cold
motorcycle mama
but it's been sold
likes to dance
when given a chance
has a frequent fire
inside her pants
keeps my head
in constant flux
spinning in circles
that sure sucks
it's my own fault
I'm a carbuncle
stay where you belong
I'm the Monkey's uncle
Gomer LePoet ....
Categories:
tabasco, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you think that I mince my words
like one preparing a pot of soup—
dice it up and roll it in!—
the more floating fragments, the merrier,
no matter the mishmash to the tongue?
And how attractive to the eye
a carrot sliced to bright orange shreds,
seasoned with a dash of
ketchup or Tabasco
as long as it’s red.
A finely chopped onion
can make your eyes tear,
but do you really cry?
And with too many scents
in the cauldron
the nose knows not
which way to savor,
so may not even try.
I crave something simple,
connected
whole
like grapes before they
desiccate—
they hang so ready
from the vine.
They must be chosen, held, adored
before they’re stomped
and pressed
and stored,
preferred by palettes greater
in a later sip of time.
June 21, 2016
for Minced Words Contest
Categories:
tabasco, fruit, meaningful, poetry, time,
Form:
Free verse
Have you seen the movie
you know the one
Woody Allen,
the call girl, son
That’s my favorite
Mango
sauce,
sushi
sashimi
land of the lost
bad Santa, Will Farrell
Italian singers,
Bach,
Beethoven
your little fingers
Try this salad
Thai and sweet
I’m getting fat
what shall we eat
Chianti is good
neath these lights
sangria, and chili
lets cook tonight
have you read this book
War and Peace
I wanted to, someday
but wait for me
we’ll read each chapter
a verse in our bed
have you read
Gabriel Marquez
I’m feeling depressed
in one of my moods
coffee is best
when laying with you
Blender
high speed
look at it go
garlic
oil
oregano
make me a drink
the one that I like
Mexican food sounds good tonight
I love the feel
the look of this bar
shadows
light
particular charm
tell me that joke
tell it to him
the Scottish one
to my Scottish friend
Lets get a boat
fly a kite
go to new york
stay up all night
God is agape
do you know what that means
real Chili, you know
doesn’t have beans
I had a dream
It made me so angry
I don’t like Tabasco
on chicken fried gravy
Damn that’s hot,
I’m starting to cry
quit rubb’n your chin
without you I’d die
after we kiss
how far do we go
your driving is crazy
stay on the road
I think I have loved you
all of my life
my mother was his
birth midwife
chop up the garlic
pour me some wine
I think vinyl siding,
a capitol crime
wood
floors
solid
doors
a big back yard
a book case of course
can’t answer my phone
I’m quiet today
you know how I get
all there or away
buffalo burgers
tawaka and fries
”the best in the world”
ya right, that’s a lie!
But I do like these chips
take a picture with one
cashews from India
or Vietnam
drink your water
I swear that I will
you never told me that water can kill!!
tomatoes, fresh
I’ll pay with my cash
I love you so much I could (censord) !
Categories:
tabasco, life, love, passion, me,
Form:
Just one egg left so what should I do
how should I devour you
Eat it raw with Tabasco sauce
chopped in a salad freshly toss
Fry it but how over-easy is fun
sunny side up but don't want it to run
Eggs Benedict with creamy Hollandaise sauce
simple fried egg sandwich would be boss
Egg salad creamy and good
poach it just right like you should
Deviled eggs are a heavenly treat
never can an omelet be beat
Hard or soft boiled just right
scramble with butter fills the appetite
An airy souffle' melts on the tongue
a golden custard pleases everyone
Make a quiche with bacon spinach and cheese
frittatas have everyone shouting, please
Separate the white from the yolk
come on now this ain't no joke
One little egg the possibilities galore
better go to the store and get a dozen more
Categories:
tabasco, food, funny, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Super humans don't exist, at least that's what I thought until I met an
Intelligent person in my classmate when we were just three.
Xerophyte describes our attitudes towards life. She so hot, she makes
Tabasco look like ice. But don't be fooled by her
Appearances, tick her off and you'll see my sis' fist in your face.
So trust me when I say you'll be famous
One day. No matter what they say
On the sky you'll shine brighter than any other star because my
Narcissuses are never wrong about life.
Must we have such talent that
Excludes us from our families?
Tao we try but never
Endure. We must choose our own path and
Obscure our past.
Rippled waves of thoughts run through my brain.
P.S. Sixta is my sis. We've known each other since pre-k and our birthdays aren't even a
month apart!
Categories:
tabasco, childhood, sister
Form:
Acrostic
Tabasco is the sauce I’d rather use
have a Tabasco burger with mayo
or with Buffalo wings with any booze
that’s a big plus when you’re at a disco
it adds a zest to any food all day
Tabasco to me much more than hot sauce
it gives real flavor eating isn’t play
those other hot sauces give them a toss
I loved it ever since I was a boy
my dad called it hot sauce it’s Tabasco
those other sauces are just a decoy
for there will always be one Tabasco
Tabasco now has many new flavors
originals always my life savers
Categories:
tabasco, childhood, father, food,
Form:
Sonnet
Now who entrusted an ugly octopus
with the pretty plaid pocketbook?
An eight arm six-finger crook
crawling up the vault wall
is such a dirty, filthy lucre look
Those pretty piggy bank pennies
are no-account disappearing
And them buxom chicks bouncy checks
are not carte blanche clearing
Plenty funny business in the cabinet kitchen
is cause for a close culinary audit look
Gotta IRS probing ire see, with pens itching,
whose loosey-goosey cooking the books
Pig tales of pickpocket gluttony
ain’t gonna put those trust fund doubts
in the right, anorexic frame of mind
Green Whig conservator party
need a little posh makeup P-scheme pout
to lip coverup the grip-n-grin crime
Hot on the tip trail
of those swamp gators skipping bail
on a twin-engine cottontail
Moving the patsy and the pawn
with a lazy mope and a dead yawn
The teller and the guard
were the cuffed duo vacuous fawn
It was such a fiduciary fiasco
of said brazen beauty and brawn
Perpetrated by a third pair of enigmatic eyes,
lounging somewhere tropical
on a si perfectly manicured lawn
Like Louisiana tabasco
is red dirt hot, even before a misty dawn
Fiduciary fiasco ~ Dollars hidden in the swamp
stays tax buried once offshore withdrawn
Categories:
tabasco, identity, money, mystery, words,
Form:
Burlesque
early summer days in Boston
sunrise spent tracing Freedom Trail
the destiny of two begun
exploring the history of others
declarations of endless love
crab cakes and tabasco
gentle laughter at daybreak
ice cold beer on tap…passion hot as flame
photographs taken
memories framed forever
Irish music and Irish cops
tall ships and walking the yard
shared tables at Durgens’ Park
begging for the shimmering heat to end
holding each other in a sudden downpour
enchanted by the magical notes at Tanglewood
fireworks that dazzled the heavens at midnight
kisses that defied all resistance at dawn
Boston Pops…the Fourth of July…the two of us
delicious memories...untouchable moments
IRISH
Categories:
tabasco, love
Form:
Free verse
sizzling fish taco, spread with
hottest Tabasco
avocado, bassa fillet
pungent vinaigrette
mango salsa moist
deliquesce
melts!
June 2, 2022
"What's Cooking On The Grill This Summer" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Categories:
tabasco, food, summer,
Form:
Epulaeryu