Best Tamales Poems
I was walking on the heath near Rocky Road with Mike and Ike, we’d been pals since our college days and called ourselves The Three Musketeers. We’d just had our pay day and were off on a spending spree on 5th Avenue then going to play skittles and then go to a music gig at Mr Good Bar to hear Lemonhead and the Lifesavers and Take 5.
When we arrived at Goobers Superbowl; my first ball was a disaster! I dropped the bowling ball, oops butterfingers; performed a tootsie roll and scored zero! Mike and Ike burst out laughing - I could hear their snickers ! I called them nerds but in reality they are not air heads they are a couple of smarties! It’s such a shame I wasn’t playing last week as there was a bowling marathon and the winner was the person with the lowest skor I could have had such fun going on holiday to see the sno caps on Starburst mountain with the prize of 100 grand!
We were very hungry after bowling so decided to take 5 at whatchamacallits, which was previously the Charleston Chew diner. Their slo poke dove cocktails were the best bar none, they were absolute whoppers!. I ordered some chunky Swedish fish, spicy hot tamales and mounds of Boston baked beans and drank a filter coffee but it was milky, way too milky.
I got out my Samsung Galaxy phone to call to my uncle Henry. I joined the dots pattern on the screen to unlock the phone. He wanted to have a long chat as he’d recently retired as a jolly rancher but I told him I needed to get home to feed my cat Kit Kat. I said O Henry I’ve got to go now, and later I’ll ring you.
How sweet it is Poetry Contest sponsored by Carol Connell
9/30/18
Categories:
tamales, fun,
Form:
Narrative
I remember Grandma’s beauty
The way she’d grace her smile at me
I remember Grandma’s duty
Holding family together
I remember the old large home
A large yard with a cyclone fence
I remember no small kitties
Couldn’t afford the extra expense
I remember no TV set
To watch Dragnet or Lassie shows
I remember a radio
Latin Music she always chose
I remember the Impala
Cool 1950’s model rove
Crazy grandma behind the wheel
Had to close your eyes when she drove
I remember her kindness
Her home was your home to visit
Stacks of warm homemade tortillas,
Tamales, warm food in the skillet
I remember gradually
With small tremors, slurred speech, stiffness,
She had uncontrollable shakes
Parkinson’s disease her illness
I remember Grandma’s beauty
I remember Grandma’s kindness
I remember Grandma’s caress
I remember Grandma’s illness
Categories:
tamales, car, food, grandmother, growing
Form:
Quatrain
Cooks tamales daily.
Using steamer crock.
Stuff wrapper dough.
Categories:
tamales, father
Form:
Haiku
Over the mountains of Hershey tint
Beyond the forest of peppermint
More sour than pounds of Lemonheads
Higher than vines of Twizzler shreds
Longer than shores of Pop Rocks
Taller than trees of lollipops
Thicker than chewy taffy stalks
Bigger than cotton candy Ring Pops
Cooler than a Winterfresh breeze
Hotter than Mike & Ike's Hot Tamales
Stronger than a Jawbreaker's pain
More colorful than a Skittle rain
All the children's wish come true
To dive in piles of sweets and goo
So be prepared for sticky hands
This child's going to Candy Land!
Categories:
tamales, adventure, children, places, candy,
Form:
Rhyme
Minions,
determine little creatures
In the wide screen
That stir lots of trouble with their funny little slurs
Don’t know if they are his or hers
They look like yellow Hot Tamales jelly beans
Wearing little blue bebe overalls
that are always clean
Tiny little hands and feet
black gloves and shoes
They are always full of motion
Gargling sounds
feeling free
Between their little face goggles they wear
Their only difference is one or two big eyes
Excursion to who knows where
Their slapstick-infused shenanigans little Minions
In the spotlight dancing
Believe me!
That keep the little ones entranced and in their seats
They wiggle and they giggle
when the Minion wants
Ba….na….na!!!
I wonder what they dream
If they drive each other bananas
Determine little creatures
in the wide screen
Ba….na….na!!!
2/25/2016
Categories:
tamales, funny,
Form:
Free verse
S taying up late making
tamales
A n afternoon poker game
C ramming together in a small
house
R eminding the young ones
how bad we used to have it
I nclement weather can’t keep
siblings apart
F amily getting together,
sharing great memories
I ntroducing my son to cousins
he has never met
C radling the young ones as
they try to wait up for Santa
E xpressing our love through
cards, gifts, calls, sweets, and
visits
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Inspired by brians contest "love
came down"
Categories:
tamales, happiness, health, holiday
Form:
Acrostic
Rules: Use at least 10 candy names from those listed below.
(30 candy names used)
Tomorrow we'll explore our Galaxy,
not just by space ship, but with 'space nerds' too!
We smarties, gifted Mike and Ike, with me,
will start our marathon and journey through
the Milky Way, where now and later we'll
be called 'Three Musketeers', the best, bar none,
to capture live a star burst with great zeal,
or see sno-caps on spheres far from the sun.
We bet each other a full 100 grand,
that we'll make history on this space spree;
discover whoppers, things we beforehand
knew zero 'bout those sites we couldn't see.
We're on a rocky road, since asteroids
can put an end to pay day...must take 5,
and watch our every move like paranoids,
not air heads, if we want to stay alive.
We'll take along some good Boston Baked Beans
with hot tamales and Ike's Charleston Chew,
a snack his mom bakes filled with good proteins;
and frozen Swedish fish will please us too.
Okay, we're off to Club 5th Avenue
for a good meal before we board for flight.
The Jolly Rancher hamburg, or Dots stew,
are lifesavers to please our appetite
before we're stuck with whatchamacallit
food, Mr. Goodbar, cook, packed up to go.
Goodbye for now...from sunlit to starlit,
please wish us mounds of luck from down below.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: 'Screwed XIX
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 01/02/2019
Candy Bar Words To Use (choose 10)
Dove, Chunky,100 Grand, Bar None, Galaxy, Marathon, Milky Way, Mounds, Mr. Good Bar, Pay Day, Rocky Road, Skor, Snickers, Take 5, Whatchamacallit, Zero, Skittles, Jolly Rancher, Starburst, Smarties, Three Musketeers, Tootsie Roll, Kit Kat, Air Heads, Boston Baked Beans, Charleston Chew, Dots, Hot Tamales, Lemonheads, Nerds, Slo Poke, Sno-Caps, Spree, O Henry, Whoppers, Swedish Fish, Butterfinger, Lifesavers, 5th Avenue, Mike and Ike, Heath, Goobers, Now and Later
Categories:
tamales, future, humorous, space, voyage,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Last night I burned my mom's Tamales !
I can't tell you how much I regret it !
It was about 12:30 p.m when I sat there waiting for them to cook
But waiting wasn't any luck
I was attracted by this beast
It captured me like it knew me ...
I was attacked and out of sight for 2 hours
Last night I burned my moms tamales!
Yes it was 2:00a.m
When my mom screamed, Dulce !
I was awakened by a scream with a smell
I was too dreamy and sleepy I could barley tell
So I decided to make a poem about how
Last night I burned my moms Tamales..
Categories:
tamales, adventure, allusion, dream, humor,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
To start - fresh salsa with chips;
then that combo plate:
Cheesy enchiladas, beans,
and beef tamales
smothered all in sauce.
Mine’s wicked
hot!
Categories:
tamales, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree,
Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see,
Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway
A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh.
The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke,
She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk.
But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by,
An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry.
The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun.
They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son!
The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise,
When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes.
But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make,
Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake.
He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint,
He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't.
On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot.
For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot".
I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore;
For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door.
It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed.
No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list,
But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year
That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here.
We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan.
We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man.
With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same
When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.
Categories:
tamales, family, children, happiness, holiday,
Form:
Quatrain
Hot tamales door to door
Knocking on doors along the sun baked street
Ten inch sub rotting on the dusty ground
Souls breaking under my feet
In pile of money the politician rolls
Malnourished beg for more
Poaching saints from grassy knolls
Black ants devour the ranch covered sub they’ve found
Sewer gasses emerging from fractured concrete
From the skull of a timber rattler crawls a paraplegic spider
Corn tortillas rolled on the bathroom floor
Categories:
tamales, allegory, philosophy, political, religion
Form:
Verse
Dad
Very creative with his hands, loved unconditionally, spiritual believes
Husband of my mother, father to four sons and four daughters,
grandfather and great-grandfather
Loved his wife, children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren unconditionally, work alcoholic welder, hunting and fishing,
strong Catholic faith, tamales
Who hated not working, not being able to watch boxing,
not being able to see his children as they got older
Had no fear of anything except losing his loved ones
Who would have loved to live longer than he did without Parkinson’s
Born, raised, and passed in Texas
My loving Dad
12/30/2015
As My Tears Fall For My Dad
One Father One Mother
A bond from the heavens on the flight of a dove
Unconditional love
Perceived and felt first in their hearts
~
Sickness
~
Has taken daddy away
With the release of a dove
To be with his own parents in paradise
No longer does he suffer
He is sheltered in perfection from all illness, pain, and sorrow
~
I grief
~
Drowning in tears
I wasn’t ready for him to leave
~
I miss
~
Looking at the man that was my hero
His whispers when he’d say I love you
The smell of his cologne
~
Though
~
I smile to know
He still lives on in my heart
His life has not ended
~
But
~
Started a new life in paradise
I just would like to say I love you one more time
10/25/2015
Poetry Contest :Tell Us About Your Dad
Sponsored by: Judy Konos
Categories:
tamales, dad,
Form:
Bio
I remember Buster outside the old post office.
He was selling newspapers but mostly just giving you a smile.
Ol Felix's tamales
Were the best ones round for miles.
And I got my first bluejeans at Bob Turner's Western Wear.
And I remember that homecoming queen, she never even knew I was there.
And Coach Childress always made me feel
Like I could someday be a man
He is a rock hewn out of granite
Always a helping hand
There wasn't a thing there that I wanted,
Not a thing that I could see,
But every thing I'd ever need in life,
Was right in front of me.
And the place I thought would bring a curse to my future hopes and dreams?
Has only been a blessing, to all my memories.
I can't go home again
I can't go back in time.
But as long as I can still remember,
I can go there in my mind
.
Walking down that dusty Coleman road I sure never thought I'd live to get this old.
Dreams in my head and a pocket full of nothing, 12 and thinking I was grown.
Never dreamed I'd miss the things that made me want to leave.
I blinked once, or maybe twice
Bluecats and Friday nights,
And then time slipped by so suddenly.
One thing is for certain,
I can't go back in time.
But as long as I can remember.
I can still go back there in my mind
.
And even if I wanted to.
I can never go back home.
Because everyone I've ever loved there is long since dead and gone.
There's just no one left to find.
Even tho my memory suffers slippage,
I can still go there in my mind.
.
And it was just the other day
I thought I heard my father call my name.
I'm afraid....
I'll forget how he sounded.
Like tracing shadows in a rain.
It's been so long but now I only hear him in my dreams.
And no matter where I've been,
And no matter where I go.
I can't go home again
It's too late to pay the toll.
Looking backward to my future
I'm running out of time
I close my eyes and dream
And go there in my mind
There wasn't a thing there that I wanted
Not a thing that I could see
But every thing I'd ever need in life
Was right in front of me
And the place I thought would bring a curse to my future hopes and dreams
Has only been a blessing, to all my memories
.
I can't go home again
I can't go back in time
But as long as I can still remember
I can go there in my mind.
Categories:
tamales, age, childhood, community, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
attacking with achiote
burns with botanas
challenging us with chalupas
deluge of dulce
elotes by the ear
frightening flan
gouged with guacamole
heaping on the hongas
isla isolation
jugo huge jagged jugs
KKKKKKKKKK
langosta lunges
monumental mezcal
no count nopalitas
organized ostion
pummeling pepino
quivering quesadillas
rebelling relleno
sandia sword fights
tortured tamales
uvas uprising
venting vedura
war of the no "W" words
xnipec xanadu
yerbabuena yells
zanahoria zealots
Categories:
tamales, food
Form:
ABC
Life most certainly has its ups and downs.
Sometimes life may be as breathtaking as a Galaxy of whimsical Starburst.
Heroes and adored Lifesavers protect our most beloved towns.
The pessimistic Goobers in life are the absolute worst.
Even if there is a bump in your Rocky Road, remember you will always reach your dreams.
If you claim that you cannot fit in with the Smarties, then you are nothing but an Air Head.
Swim towards your goal like Swedish Fish soaring through a flowing stream.
Take 5 to pause and think, invent the next Whatchamacallit instead.
Tootsie Roll down your window and shout out in joyous bliss,
ignore Mike and Ike’s conniving Snickers.
Be ahead of the crowd because the Slo Pokes always miss.
Admire how the glorifying star within the Milky Way flickers.
Nothing is more rewarding than a gleeful Pay Day,
take the 100 Grand with pride because you earned it.
The Dove coos above and the illuminating smile on your face is there to stay,
but if you begin to taste the nauseating flavor of distasteful sourness, do not put up a fit.
Remember that one must taste the sour in order to appreciate the sweet,
take a risk like one of the Three Musketeers.
Think about all of the Hot Tamales you could potentially meet.
Face all of those belittling Whoppers of fears.
Eventually, you will connect all of life’s meaningful Dots.
Life will become a Candyland where it only rains colorful Skittles.
Run the exhilarating Marathon and miss Zero sweet spots.
Eventually, you will learn to adore life’s mind-boggling riddles.
October 4, 2018
How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
Categories:
tamales, candy, funny, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme