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Love Cooked Slow - Hiku 22 -

Written: June 23, 2025, for Brian Strand contest

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Home-Cooked

My sister had us over
For a special home-cooked meal,
With sauce and pasta made from scratch -
To me, a real big deal.

When we arrived, upon a nifty
Plastic-armed display
Were fresh-made noodles, gently draped,
With lots more on the way.

We watched as sheets of dough were placed
Into a cool machine
Which my sister cranked until, Voila!
The noodles could be seen.

Upon the stove, a giant pot
Was bubbling away
With sauce made from tomatoes
She had crushed that very day.

The dinner was delicious -
Meatballs rounded out the deal -
And I marveled at the effort made
To serve us such a meal.

The Cheesecake That Almost Was Not Cooked

Every now and then,
When the moon is in the right quarter,
I think of my daughter,
And then, 
I want to bake a cheesecake that is even better,
Than the one I baked to impress her then.

An invitation to tea when the moon was in the right quarter,
So out came my old recipe book then,
A lemon cheese cake, could not be better,
A week to get the ingredients then,
And make a cheesecake that trumps the last one I made my daughter.

And then,
Back to the recipe book before the moon moved to an unfavorable quarter,
Now where in the book was the lemon cheesecake recipe then,
It had to be there, the moon was still in the right quarter,
What other explanation could there be then,
Later after an hour and a quarter,
I found I was not yet going out of my mind then,
And could put off upsetting my daughter.

If it is a lemon cheesecake I told my other daughter,
That is what it should be called then,
Especially when the moon is in the right quarter,
So why call it a superb cheesecake then, 
As I have no wish to upset my daughter,
Before the time comes when?


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Poetry Soup

When I joined poetry soup, 
I thought to find free daily soup 
From different world junior and senior poets.
By my surprise I found best quality cooked foods, 
Which I could eat without knowing their ingredients 
That pushed me to concentrate in African cuisines
To be sharing different African foods 
With the world poets and others. 

May 30/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
 Mussabwa Chris

Cooked Goose

You know the old saying your goose is cooked
Whenever I hear that I really get shooked
I hear there's some truth to that nasty old saying
I'm valuable because of the many eggs I keep laying

You have to learn how to run really fast
If you don't, how long will your life last
I've learned to do more then just waddle
You'd be smart to use me as a role model

Don't get caught walking around here alone
The inside of a kettle will be your next home
Keep your bill shut, don't utter a honk or quack
If you get noticed it may be your last act

Author Eileen Clark

Cooked Food

Sun-kissed dipped and baked
Wonderful gifts to man for him to take

Be it from a tree or a vine
Please take with grace and in kind

No need for a stove, microwave, or grill
It's been perfectly cooked by the sun so
you just need to see, smell and feel 

Bountiful blessings beautifully unbound
Leafy greens, meaty melons, and juicy berries
all around

Man-Made, Yet a Human Brain Was Cooked Into Stygian-Hued Glass By Spilling Lava In 79ad

A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting 

of carrot-mauve hues 
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees 

whose arms 
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts

to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon 
which this 

cantaloupe tint 
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes 
of Mother Nature;

is ready 
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold Spring night.

With the Heavens' 
cut diamonds-for the Goddess-
and immaculate 

lambency.
This soft lusty Dusk will Father
a shiny glass red 

rose, 
a radio balefire 
that will 

capitivate 
through the limbs of the esteemed 
trees, 

wink 
through this Springtime's beetling 
intimacies 

on a windy night. 
The man-made magenta 
comforts 

as it beams 
next to the "Sunrise Field", 
mowed emerald blades 

under 
another sky of day-break 
pigments-

a dawn 
placenta of bright lemon 
vanilla,

and little 
sugar- coated strawberry 
juices-

another corner 
of the clay, sea, and cloud-and ash-
colored campus- 

bewitching 
oil paintings in crystalline 
emblems...

Cooked

Cooked

If Mr Ramsey tasted my food
His head would crease, and say something rude
But I do my best with what I’ve got
And I bung it all-in a great big pot

No one listens to my excuses
And my eggs gratin has several strange uses
My pis de resistance is egg and chips
Hurts your stomach; stays on your hips

I gave some leftovers to my dog
He trotted upstairs and spat it in the bog
He’d seen this happen lots before
He’s an intelligent dog do I need to say more?

So Mr Ramsey if you're ever near by
I could use some tips and some crisp and dry
I’d make you a meal you’d not forget
And a dog’s free transfer if you wanted a pet.

David Cox 08/12/21

Discounting the Cooked Clerk

Discounting the Cooked Clerk

Bah humbug humidity.
Cratchit’s counting on hot reality
with an unquenchable boss.
Air conditioner’s broke, but not.
Think Winter’s better? it ain’t.
Scrooged in Summer taint.

9/13/2021

Our Goose Is Cooked

I cannot anymore say “I do not give a hoot!” 
When a policeman pulls over my car, 
First thing I say is, “Officer, please don’t shoot!” 

Now, I am afraid to go--to venture very far 
From the security of my very own back yard 
I no longer visit my local neighborhood bar 

These days we need a personal security guard 
To feel safe when we go to the village malls 
Guns from all public places should be barred 

Once we could handle old-fashioned brawls 
But with serial killers and snipers on the loose 
I am afraid our backs are pressed to the walls 
Discarded social mores have cooked our goose.

I Cooked Dinner

foresight ~ how thoughtful 
       insight ~ nice ingredients 
    hindsight ~ acquired taste 

 
  By 
  David Kavanagh

Mama Cooked a Roast On Sunday

People like spokes of a wheel
Streaming in the church on a Sunday morning hill;
The preacher talks of the prodigal son,
While the gathering ends in a reverend song.

And Mama cooked a roast on Sunday.

The smell of the enticing pot
Of chuck and potatoes and onions, carrots,
Conjure memories of Sunday dinners,
Where a table was set for returning sinners.

And Mama  cooked a roast on Sunday.

Filled and sleepy I had to wash dishes,
And left alone with my own wishes
That I, too, could nap while the folks read papers,
Instead of stuck with cloth and scraper.

While Mama left the roast on Sunday.

My mind would drift to people foreign thin, hungry and hot.
In other worlds across the seas,
And my young girl’s heart would dejectedly drop
Like my recent church bowed knees.

Where Mamas don’t cook roasts on Sunday

And now that I am old looking back on my life,
I hope my little coins helped feed a needy child,
Shooing away some flies from its mother’s eyes,
I pray that I’ll remember why,

Mama cooked a roast on Sunday.

Nic-Fitting For a Home Cooked Meal

Cigarettes are the cornerstone 
Of any nutritious breakfast:
Try them in omelettes, 
Over easy - Or sunny side up!

Crumble them on cereals, 
Hot or cold
- For a flavor combination 
That is absurdly 
Out of this time zone!

It'll put curly hair on your legs and chest 
- Regardless of your sexual preference! 
What the hell are you waiting for?!
A personal invitation? - Then consider this the one!

A Cooked Goose

When you come home late at night
Open the door and turn on the light
You had better be extremely quite
Or your goodly wife you may excite

And I'm sure she will not be polite
When she orders you out of her sight
There is no use trying to be contrite
The dog will have company overnight

Your goose is well and truly cooked alright

Cooked Meals

The whole day food of all lives,
Already cooked in huge pots,
And brought to the tables by angels,
Not packed,
But still hot,
Huge meals for men's tongues to tongues,
Small,small meals of birds and ants,
The big meal of big elephants times three,
To have anybody any time,any where free,
Toiling men day and night,
Going for work in the Snow white,
In the hot summer to fight,
To get their portions of cooked meals,
But not as they look and feel!

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