Steak, a versatile food,
So easy to prepare.
Seared, broiled, or grilled, my choice.
Searing steak, I prefer.
Savory, meaty, and
Smoky scent in the air.
Seared rib eye steak, yummy!
Categories:
broiled, food,
Form: Pleiades
Beef and taters are a meal thought Dad
Didn’t want Italian, which he never had
Refused to try chicken, pork or fish
Beef and taters were his only dish
Would not eat pasta, it did not look good
Brought home steak from the farm when he could
Liked potatoes broiled, stuffed, cheesed and baked
Beef and taters are for what he ached.
Categories:
broiled, humor,
Form: Rhyme
They said this strange man ate his squirrel:
such a lovely arboreal rodent, a creature that nibbles.
First he eats its legs, then its body,
but omits the heart. That is precious.
What? We do not eat a squirrel?
Boiled, broiled, roasted or raw? With sprinkles?
There are strange people who choose
certain creatures of fur. But never one that gnaws?
And those spirited, spunky sprinkles?
There are strange folk who resist a pitter-patter,
with or without a squirrel, whether it be boiled or broiled,
even roasted or raw - without those sprinkles
and, of course, those spatters.
There are funny folk.
They don’t eat an arboreal gnawer?
And do we think of Gnawer and his ark - with squirrels?
So odd how we ponder
on creatures of fur, with or without
those spirited, spunky sprinkles.
Brains do the oddest of things.
(20 Sep 2024)
Categories:
broiled, character, food, heart, humorous,
Form: Free verse
No one lit a match.
no lamp spilled,
the air kept kindling its hot heart,
it pulsed red all day
The heat-heavy evening slumped
toward a simmering earth,
clouds began to roil,
they swirled,
they broiled in a death dance
of fuming dragon tails,
a wounded flickering
that lashed out blindly.
We laid down our souls,
they were too hot to rescue.
We were weary, too numbed
to be either beasts or humans.
When the sun slowly fell,
carving its way
through the dark rims
of fiery hills,
a smelter of sweating rain
cut the strings of our voices
and revived us not.
Categories:
broiled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
There are time capsules in the rural Mid-West,
not retro constructs, but temporal dislocations
that remain as was,
for lack of a reason to be other.
Small town restaurants are steeped
in a comfortable inertia;
diners serve
all broasted, broiled and breaded everything.
Amish noodles nestle in thick white bowls.
There are still drive-in movies
where movies once missed
can be missed again.
We have bars where the jukebox is not a junk box
but a wood and chrome depository
for long archived selections.
Beer here is brewed as brawny
as rolled-up forearms.
We’re futuristic in a plaid and dilatory way.
We are post-modern Jetson reruns,
we dwell just West of the middle of tomorrow.
Categories:
broiled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What to eat today
baked broiled fried just something hot
not asking for much
Categories:
broiled, food,
Form: Haiku
The blood in my veins,
Long past smoldering, begins to scorch---
Beneath the skin
Purple agony erupts again,
Ignited by the shimmer of your eyes---
My breath is gone,
Excluded by my swollen tongue---
My nose feels like a potato
Overcooked,
Or dunked in hellish alien wines---
Impossible concentration---
How long will you stretch the agony---
My skin is near the breaking point,
Flame broiled beneath your gaze
Please release me,
Let me go
Categories:
broiled, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
There's an eatery here in my hometown I'd heard about,
That features exotic wild animal fare so I thought I'd check it out!
I perused the menu and here are a few examples of its bizarre cuisine:
Slow-broiled and marinated Indian elephant spleen;
Delectable bar-be-qued Texas style rib of rattlesnake;
Tender sixteen-ounce portions of grilled hippopotamus steak;
Choice butterflied pork tender-loin from corn-fed por(k)cupine;
Wild Arkansas boars' feet boiled and pickled in spicy brine;
Fresh flown-in daily from Alaska, deep-fried buzzards' gizzards;
Finely sliced sauteed tongue of Komodo Dragon lizards!
I decided to order an enticing delicacy that really caught my eye;
'Twas a dish called Braised Himalayan Rabbit that I thought I'd try!
I asked the server about its origin and its preparation mode.
"First" said she, "we find him-a-layin' on the road!"
(At that I stifled a roiling barf and from there I quickly strode!)
Categories:
broiled, food, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Long before sun light
was born from starkness
Long before Earth's dawn
broiled unsteady hot star fire
Long before She filled
Her scarlet mind
with Yang's high hills,
time was this love
This ancient life
reborn.
Long before our trees
greenly filled
Mother's forests
Long before a wind
unsailed to sing
Earth's wholesome songs
Long before She filled
Her turquoise mind
across Her seas,
time rewinds love
This ancient life
health born.
Long before Earth's great chain
of being
forged ecocidal
egosystems
Long before a voice
could speak
divine creation
Long before She filled
Her bleeding womb
to grow a child,
there is Earth's love
This ancient life
wealth torn.
Long before our trust
in love's life
could be broken
Long before our wounds
were nailed upon a Mother Tree
Long before She laid Her body down
under His light
time spins this love
This ancient life
still born.
Wakeful each night
greeting Earth's dawning
Stubborn as green
rebirthing burned
wounded hills
As we fill our healing minds
to hold Earth's timeless time
This ancient love
Her aching life
flows struggling on.
Categories:
broiled, caregiving, earth, earth day,
Form: Lyric
5 Tablespoons of honey
5 Tablespoons of pommagranite molassass
5 tablespoons of Cayeene pepper
2 Tablespoons of mace
5 tablespoons of ground ginger
5 tablespoons of ground garlic
5 tablespoons of ground pepper
5 tablespoons of fennel seeds
5 tablespoons of lime juice
5 tblespoons of dried Cilantro
1 Tablespoons of Bourbon
3 tablespoons of brownsugar
mix lime, honey, molassass and bourbon and brown sugar.
rub on de-boned leg of lamb.
Mix spices and rub on lamb. Allow to marinade for 24 hours.
roast medium well.
slice and allow for those who wish well done to have there's broiled to desired doness.
Serve with a salad! and Wine.
Or potatoes and gravy.
or a savory sqash dish.
Aint knowing like loving, enjoy!
Categories:
broiled, food, love, music, sound,
Form: Classicism
Lips pucker
Sweet
corn kernel
K I S S E S
Biffing
long winded sighs
Into fits
WATERING
of pops and crackles
The squeezing..
(SQUISH)
strangle-hold
Pulsing tempest…………
Firmness
N u d g i n g
Tinkles
Licks nerves edges
munching marshmallows
in the cheeks
Wriggling sizzles
Tongues tAnGle
Hands Cl asp
Arms cRush
Legs Fling
Eyes r o l l
Breathe*lungs
Balloons on F i r e
Ooop! Oooop!
……………… Godzilla’s gobstopper
S P L O S H
Broiled caramel
like
Crème Brule
Categories:
broiled, imagery, love, lust,
Form: Free verse
If you want to avoid getting into a spat,
never tell a woman she's getting fat.
Fattening foods comprise a very long list.
Lots of those she may not be able to resist.
It doesn't matter if food is baked, broiled, or fried,
I'm sure there are many of them she has tried.
There are plenty of desserts like pies and cake.
Sweet treats like those are no problem to take.
Stuff like that is just loaded with calories.
They can make her gain extra weight with ease.
The woman will look in the mirror herself,
and realize she should have left those goodies on the shelf.
She will come face to face with reality;
knowing she no longer looks good in a bikini.
Categories:
broiled, food, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
He liked to stand out in the fresh air
And breathe in the coming storm
The clouds broiled upwards and the wind strengthen
With no doubt they would spill out to the ground
He liked the wind as it buffered him around
And the rain stung his icy face
The sun hides behind the clouds defeated
But he only wanted the wind and rain.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
broiled, storm, weather,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Potatoes
At dinner the other night,
mom fixed our favorite.
She baked them,
broiled them,
cut them up,
and fried them nice.
She told us,
this was the story of life,
all through dinner.
as we sat and ate,
and laughed and cried.
At the end,
we found we were;
comforted,
sad,
happy,
and made;
to feel like everything had…
importance.
It was not what was on the plate,
or even what was missing.
but that she made what she had,
with all she had,
and gave it willingly…
to those she loved.
Categories:
broiled, beauty, death, friendship, irony,
Form: Free verse
Cookie, fire-up yer chuck wagon 'cause th' round-up is begun!
Us cowpokes is gonna cull th' herd frum dawn to th' settin' sun!
We is gonna supply you wid th' cookin's fer our chuck tonight;
Heaps uv good ol' Rocky Mountain oysters broiled fer our delight!
It'll be a hot an' dusty trail as we drive 'em frum th' chaparral,
An' herd them cantankerous kine fer brandin' in th' ol' corral!
It'll take a heap uv sweat an' a lot uv cussin' to git 'em movin', alright,
But it'll be worth it, 'cause we is feedin' on Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Usin' our cuttin' hosses we'll rope an' wrestle th' bulls to th' ground.
There we'll brand an' neuter 'em as they beller an' kick around!
We'll be bruised an' kicked fer little pay but that'll be alright,
'Cause we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Us cowboys works hard wid little pay rollin' 'round in th' manure,
Convertin' bulls into steers; that's more'n them city fellers could endure!
But that's okay, 'cause at round-up time we gits a special treat;
Tonight we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters to eat!
Categories:
broiled, humorous, work,
Form: Rhyme
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