Cooked Poems - Poems about Cooked

#Patience_cooked_a_stone Sitting here twitching and fidgeting, butterflies in my stomach wrestling, my heart took a wrong detour, taste of blood in my saliva, something is bleeding inside of me, feeling restless, my mind begin to shut and my body collapsing from inside, there seems to be no walls around to lean on, I might fall here...

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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...

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With no more than a handful of tired genes, It seems, thou hast not much time to mend ways, O rid thy blinkers in the rest of days, Long have ye played lead roles with meagre means, Ye can’t strut around once the curtain calls, Ye get dumped to life's dustbin, all extinct, Act...

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#QUICK! FAST! CAN YOU HURRY! DON'T WORRY! BECAUSE, WHATEVER YOU MISSED... THERE'S THIS...AND THIS....AND THIS... AND THAT...AND THAT...AND THAT.... IN THE PROCESS, YOU MIGHT DROP MY HAND, BUT GOD FORBID YOU DROP YOUR PHONE... THOSE *TONES* WE OWN, WHERE I'VE WITNESSED CRYING! IF MOMENTARILY THROWN...DOWN, PUT DOWN, PLACED DOWN; BUT, WITHDRAWAL CAUSES FROWNS. FRUSTRATION AND FEELINGS OF DEPRIVATION... BUT, BACK TO MY...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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foresight ~ how thoughtful insight ~ nice ingredients hindsight ~ acquired taste By David Kavanagh...

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I was raised in one of those white nationalist churches, passing itself off as a Christian evangelical Bible church, where "evangelical" meant fundamental and "fundamental" meant we did not interpret scripture but accepted it as God's literal trans-historical Word of universal white male dominant Bible thumping supremacy, transcendently un-changing like... like... like nothing I've ever seen or heard or smelled or tasted Which is why we...

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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...

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