I ate cookies for lunch and spoiled dinner
but somehow I never seem thinner.
Stop drinking fruit juice unless
it's zero sugar for me now best.
I love everything about steak except the price
eating a spoonful of steak sauce must suffice.
Fish is fishy so gotta deep fry it southern style
crispy cornmeal batter makes it palatable somehow.
Fried chicken needs pickled jalapenos with that heat
and an old fashion coleslaw milky cool and sweet.
What happen to that Old Fashion Loaf lunch meat
a flavor unique and once a great sandwich to eat.
Coco Cola classic is now Diet Coke
consuming less calories is no joke.
I am not overweight I am fat
enjoying too much food a reason for that.
"mush" means go to the sturdy huskies in the Yukon
mush made of cornmeal I fry up and slater syrup on
mush is great to use in a poem, a chameleon without a blush.
she rhymes with hush, shush, gush, lush, and definitely rush.
If sunrise sat on a dish-
should this be your wish-
hope for golden dough, mellow
spheres of cooked cornmeal
sunk in okra slosh
tomato
skies
my daddy loved corn meal mush
mommy didn’t, she had eaten too much of it
during the depression of the thirties
I watched him cook it
because I loved daddy
he gave me a taste
with butter and maple syrup
now I loved corn meal mush too
I can hardly ever find it
but I will never forget the sweet gritty taste
and how much my love for it tickled my daddy
Oh the Hell with it It’s a Holiday
David J Walker
Knowing that
I am going
On a diet but that
Fat or slim
I will die anyway
But try not to stray
Into the fast foods
And savory flavors
Tempting me with
Deep fried
Culinary favors from
A Pied eyed Piper Pedaling
Perfectly baked
Buttery dishes
Cornmeal flaked and
Best wishes
For a man like me
Preferring deep
Fried catfishes to
Any kind of sushi
Oh….
The hell with it
It’s a holiday
I am rooting for Snidely Whiplash
Tie up sweet Nell and give her a gnash.
Silly Dudley Do-Right
Simply isn’t that bright.
Snidely, turn him into cornmeal mash.
Good villain, it is your turn to win.
Wipe off Dudley Do-Right’s ridiculous grin.
Leave her on the tracks
With their clickety clacks
Follow me, Whiplash. Do I hear an Amen?
oiled cast iron black
preheating pan in oven —
weevils in cornmeal
10/13/2020
Cat food in the kitchen
Bird seed down the hall
Dog food on the back porch
Giraffe food against the wall
We live in a zoo, a menagerie
With opossums and one snake
There is no place I would rather be
Having pets for us is no mistake
Cornmeal for squirrel with fluffy tail
Come visit us, we should charge you a fee
Buffalos arrive daily in the pony express mail
We are loving these animals, husband and me.
Tasty tidbits of pepper
Jack snuggled blankets
Of seasoned cornmeal and fried
With a creamy dip
For coating makes a
Luscious snack,
Wow!
Tasty tidbits of pepper
Jack wrapped sweaters on
Seasoned cornmeal coat and fry
With a creamy dip
Tasty coating makes
A great snack,
Wow!
Fresh cornmeal battered catfish
Deep fried with corn and
Smoked potato and wheels of
Tomato’s served up
With sweet tea and mint
Marvelous
Thrill!
Sliced green tomatoes in a
Cornmeal batter full
Of succulent cooking herbs
Fresh from my garden
Fried in olive oil
A southern
Thrill!
The Old Gristmill
(Not fit for the contest)
Way across the glen,
Many years gone passed
There lived a beauty of a woman
With her fine little lass
Her daughter was a charmer
And she could take me at will
To do a little grinding,
At that wonderful old mill
Yes, those days seemed simple
Now that I am looking back
At how well she ground my corn
And the way she held my sack
Times have really changed though
I buy cornmeal in a bag
And the girl from the Gristmill
Is now a mean old hag
Yes, those days seemed simple
Now that I am looking back
At how well she ground my corn
And the way she held my sack
Times have really changed though
I buy cornmeal in a bag
And the girl from the Gristmill
Is now a mean old hag
NATURE, BEAUTIFUL NATURE
When the morning sun peeps over the hill
The birds and squirrels can't seem to be still
I watch the horses out in the field
Romping and playing as horses will
I take a stroll to the old grist mill
To buy Grandma a peck of cornmeal
She'll fix supper, oh what a thrill
To sit and eat 'til I get my fill
In the meantime I'll go see Jill
And pick her a rose or a daffodil
Maybe go swimming down by the mill
Find some watermelons to steal
Summer in the country --- that's what is real
At one with nature is how you will feel
24 May 2018
For contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Tumble, crumble cornmeal, salted flour
Stream olive oil
Feed water and toasty yeast with sugar
Crinkle, rumple, crease, and fold
Smooth a silky, doughy globe.
Cover, leave the orb to grow
Keep baby warm
Wrap with snug and swaddling towel
Linger, loiter, wait and proof
Sing a sunny, happy tune.
Overturn the ball on flour
Dust a wooden pin
Feed heart and conscience with honey
Rotate, flatten, compress, admire
Make a downy, level sphere.
Bridge the stretchy bread to pan
Curl edges like leaves
Swirl and ladle a coat of tomato
Thick, chunky, bright, and red
Sway to kitchen melody.
Peppers, onions, olives, chokes
Sausage for some
Rain down the mozzarella and Swiss
Turn and toss, precipitate
Drizzle a snowy blend.
Push the pie into a hot cathedral
Pray for happiness
Think about joy and contentment
Pause, watch, patience, serenity
This journey bakes the future.
Copyright © 2016 Tess Harvester
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