Matzo ball soup, gefilte fish
cook me up a Jewish dish
Kneidels and kreplach, knishes too
a bissele Chinese, egg yong foo…
Chopped liver and herring
and if you’re so daring
Grind the horseradish to bits
serve mit red onion shpritz
Nisht fargessen dessert
rugelach and torts
Roe v. Wade’s overturned ~
it's kosher to abort
I have invited puppies to tea with Earl Gray brew.
With canned beef, chopped liver and bits of chicken too.
They are coming in, frolicking with a twitch and a twee.
How much more delighted could this impromptu tea party be?
They do not like the cushy embroidered chairs, barking their disdain.
They have torn down some curtains, their energy is a drain.
I am worn out and overworked when I finally scoot them out,
That’s the last time I shall invite puppies to tea no doubt.
I love Jewish food,
So does my tum,
It makes my mouth water
And delights my tongue.
I worked in the City.
Of London years ago
London brings back memories,
That I treasure so.
I used to pass a Jewish Deli,
As I walked along the street,
The smells coming from that Deli,
It smelled marvellous to eat.
A little bell tinkled as I opened the door
The aroma of Wally in spiced vinegar
It was a smell not to ignore.
These pickles were in a huge barrel
Made of wood and copper,
You placed your hand into the tub
And hope to find a whopper.
One of my favourite Jewish foods
Is chopped liver
The thought of it now
It makes my taste buds quiver.
Upon the shop counter, I spied,
Mozzah and Gefilte fish
It was hard not to purchase
Every single dish.
I adored Latkes,
Flat Potato Cakes
Just thinking of the flavour
It makes my stomach ache,
Freshly baked Bagels,
A bread roll shaped like a ring
Solly, the deli owner,
Sold everything.
I will always remember shopping.
At Solly's old-fashioned deli,
I have fond memories of his shop
And so does my belly.
Ivory tower dweller;
born with a silver spoon
in his mouth.
He's used to riding
the lofty coattails
of his tycoon father
Selfish,
arrogant
and self-centered,
he expects people
in his life to go
the extra mile to keep
his life "comfortable"
When they fall short,
he treats them
like chopped liver.
He's convinced himself
the world owes him
something.
Date written: 06/04/2021
New mother and babe
Nurturing, nursing, cooing
~ Father's chopped liver
January 02, 2019
Senryu on Mother Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
You maintain that the end is drawing ever-near, my dear
Well, folks have been saying 'Woe are We' for countless years
Human initiative, drive, creativity, ingenuity: Are those chopped liver?
Here's to the next thousand years -- Not to worry, nothing to fear!
Sourpuss People
Sourpuss people are the opposite of sweet
And can turn a sunny day into mincemeat.
Their smiles are forced and bitterly insincere,
Revealing no sense of humour or good cheer.
They sneer and wink and chatter behind your back
And rain on your parade every chance they get,
Complaining and griping about this and that
While arguing with nothing good to extract.
Their cold hearts are mean because they seek power
And bully others like they’re chopped liver.
And though it’s wrong to get mad and retaliate,
Sometimes lines are drawn when there’s no other way.
It’s incorrect behaviour to fight with them
Because others might not see the difference.
What will this world continue to make of me?
What will I continue to make of myself?
And the melding henceforth.
Minced meat, chopped liver.
Or a strand of grey pearls.
These days it's a new way of life.
A new way of living.
Oh, I just had a senior moment.
I need to dye my hair.
I'VE GOT NO POST TRAUMATIC STRESS SYNDROME
Oh dear what can the matter be
There’s a mail strike and I’m into philately
I’ve had no letters from Monday to Saturday
The postmen are really unfair
They promised last week that they would deliver
Some stamps from Hong Kong and box of chopped liver
But nothing’s arrived, oh how my lips quiver
My mailbox is terribly bare
Inspired by contest
**** Total Fiction write ****
2/03/18
Hotdogs without the skin is like unrequited love,
all sorts with no where to put it.
Bravery pig with no city to save,
chopped liver makes it the same.
Beef tenderloin
and it followed the stretch to the fryer.
Medium rare
like it should be
but still not what it requires.
Once had a friend, Ken Steeles
With the girlies he sure had appeal
Outshone me I agree
Chopped liver was me
But my star possession was concealed
© Jack Ellison 2015
Before.
Birth.
Cry some breaths.
Eat some chopped liver with tofu and salsa.
Do some things for money and some for fun.
Love some hopefully.
Death.
After
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Written by me Nancy Jones
between 12:36 and 12:38 EDT on Sunday, October somethingth (my comp only shows time, not date), 2011 CE (aka AD)
for Russell Sivey's 'test named “Challenge - Max 8 lines!!! “
i posted poems earlier, why no reviews?
At present there are many cases
Where modern folk of different races
Need food for body, mind and soul
Craving to be nourished, to be whole
Thought I could introduce to you
Fulfillment in the form of stew
An age old family recipe
That sends emotion soaring free
Take one chopped liver, be precise
Add just a pinch of happy spice
Two teaspoons full of loyalty’s nice
Handful of hope in small cubes diced
Pieces of courage thinly sliced
Two ripened hearts firmly spliced
A gracious sauce, senses enticed
Enrich the soul with beauty of life
Tickle the taste buds, play with your food
Set the table with all that’s good
Dig in, be happy, understood
This masterful dish will lift your mood
Tastes best when served with pure delight
So have a blast with all you invite
Serves all who’s willing to join the feast
Experience perfection while you eat
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