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A Distress Dish Of Blue Cheese And An Old Dill

Blue Cheese and Old Pickles Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish

A dish of disappointment
mocks the kitchen chef
two anomalies sitting on his cutting board
all in their glory, dumbfounded
... and unappetizing 
plated for aliens and not humans
or for a horse that doesn’t know better
this recipe’s giving him the blues and he’s seeing red
where …
his yellow brick road has two strangers today
two lost food groups 
arriving earlier in hearses
a funeral procession
mythically carrying the deceased to his kitchen foyer
… some blue cheese and an old dill
that  are down for an undressing 
of his bitter words
like, fudge, where’s the beef
… or better yet Mars is up there
as a cloud of despair hovers over the kitchen 
not a spaceship as one might think
darkness begetting light
salt, pepper and garnishes spooked
… a ready barf bag crashes this meal

Another Family Dish

Another day, another dish
Time to make the meal for the family of five.
Fresh from the store, lay a huge red fish 
Here in the kitchen is where she will strive.

The family on the couch, Sitting, Watching, Waiting

On the outside it's just another dinner to be made
Food being placed in a pot, oven or bowl.
The sounds of cutting from a sharpened blade
Deep down however, she put her heart and soul.

The family on the couch, Sitting, Watching, Waiting

Food is music, she thought to herself
Each one plays its own unique tunes.
Like the upbeat sounds of the herbs on the shelf,
Or the jazz-like sounds coming from the prunes.

The family on the couch, Sitting, Watching, Waiting

She watches as the food dances in the pan
Like a lively town square on festival day.
Moving with grace and joy as more join from the can
The fish looks as if it just came from the bay.

The family on the couch, Sitting, Watching, Waiting

The dance quiets as the music is done
The sounds of outside begin to blend-in
The family joins to the table one by one
The husband says, “this looks splendid” 

She yearns for the result: Sitting, Watching Waiting

Sour Soup Dish

Sour soup dish taste
Better with rice
Add ingredients
To seasoned it.

Cook Me up a Jewish Dish

    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

Lou Ordered the Yucky Crab Dish

we ate at a fancy restaurant tonight – me and daughter Lou.
I knew my order before arriving, but Lou reads the menu.
Freddy, our waiter, came back several times but she was not ready.
I had not eaten since seven a.m. I was shaky, sleep-deprived, unsteady.

Lou was torn between a crab dish that looked awful, soupy and such.
and a shrimp plate that anyone would love to eat, and I do very much.
Another waiter came by and recommended the soupy mess.
In a loud way, I pretended to wretch, I have to reluctantly confess.

Lou took one bite of the foul-tasting muck, and pushed the crab dish aside.
Ending up sending  it back, ordering the shrimp dish, with potatoes inside.
At her house she fixed us cherry chunk yogurt with heavy chocolate cake.
I loved every single bit of it, glad I did not order that crab soup mistake.

She sucks the oxygen from the room

Where ever she goes the cameras loom.
They're on to the scent of her perfume.
She sucks the oxygen from the room..
Forever in the public eye, all daily movements scrutinized.
She must dot all x's and circle her y's
Transparent as a bronze gold fish.
Isolated, observed, on a petri dish,
craving for some privacy, a daily wish..
She pulls up her quilt and sleeps until noon,
aware of the face she'll be wearing soon.
She sucks the oxygen from the room.

Potatoes In a Pretty Blue Dish

The potatoes are cooling in a pretty blue dish.
Looking like hillside stones or sleeping piglets. 

While waiting for the litter to cool off.
I thought about the many wars being fought...
On our beautiful blue planet of the newly forsaken. 
Millions of innocent lives selfishly taken.
How much money and time have been wasted.
Lobbing bombs into robin egg skies, no wells of life being dug.
No mustard seeds planted, while white crosses are sown.
From which nothing but heartache ever grows.

The potatoes in the pretty blue dish have cooled enough to eat. 
Wars tend to harden over time and will never cease to be.

May I Have Your Attention Please

The dwindling attention span of a human should bring
us insight into what may be looming..
Recent studies reveal that it's eight seconds now.
I'm struggling to finish this thought some how..
If one put a human brain on a petrie dish,
I guess it's now equal to a goldfish..
Look it up on fact checker if you think it's a lie.
You'll discover that nine seconds has a butterfly..

Dish the Dirt

"I have this spilling tea that would blend this conversation."
Does it speak beyond your intelligence and profession?

When words become bullets, that’s when you start pulling the trigger.
How can you murder names with joy and act like a winner?

Maybe noontime discussions are more absorbing when it’s all about rumors.
But gossips don’t make the truth, honey; They grow like tumors.

I heard you enjoy telling the mistakes of people. Can you please tell me what’s mine?
This cynical culture of yours fits your brand and design.

So I will never be adorned with your words of affirmation.
They are built with deception, jealousy, and false inspiration.

I’d rather be a mediocre who lost his gains over the years;
Not a sycophant who’s been pleasing others for leers.

Wedding Cake

Strange is a wedding that sidelined cake.
Many appear at one for its sake.
We have dreams of time to one bake,
For Rich Cake begin to time stake…

Cake for weddings even if fake;
For the supreme sense it does make,
Refusing to heed the Old Snake,
Going ahead to bliss awake…

Cakes cutting goes with love wish
For bride and bride groom main dish:
Together, they hold its knife
Their journey starts: Husband and Wife!

Cake is the first pride of flour,
And does challenge the Bride’s Flower:
A part of great cake Vanilla
I’d packet mine in Manila…

“Thousands” when lips want to cake cost
“A Million Dollars” I’ll be lost!

Appetite

A Dining Hall’s famous passion 
And signal stomachs have vision.
Not shown ignites cook’s confusion,
The proudest chef slight convulsion…

Determines how far feeders go
With that which makes human being grow;
The Richest Cake won’t with one flow,
If sugar does not make one glow,
The blackest dish as white as snow,
Because one’s captured mind it’d blow…
 
Poorest Appetite – Appetizer,
Aroused one skips sanitizer.
But now things are horribly tight
Commonsense rules, not Appetite,
Your Heavy lunch to now make light,
So that next meals come with less fight.

Science Dish Pate

just thinks
wood Qtips
little further
thinks little about antibiotics 
further more
down the road
thinks tubes

Dish It

Oh, they love to spin it.
On prime time and live.
And lie by omission.
Hidden agenda, which side
A new Special Edition
will come on at nine.
Oh, they love to spin it.
Nights in prime time.

Don't care about that.
it's not a news flash.
Get the new body count.
With numbers to flout.
Give us a huge tragedy.
And fly our copter out.
Land there on the scene
Where viewers see them bleed.

Oh, they love to Dish It.
each day at noon.
You know it's a lie.
They all swear it's true.
Given enough time.
We'll Convince the fools.
Oh, they love to dish it.
Scoop stew at noon.

Kitty Wants Fish To Be Her Dish

Kitty was loving the swish of the happy-go-lucky fish
Gentle lap of the water brought her from her dish
Could we be valentines? She asked the gold one.
Sure! Said the fish. Could be all kinds of fun!

The castle was wise; tried to warn off the fish.
But the golden one swam off with a swish.
let’s have supper tonight by the light of the moon?
Okay agreed the fish, you bring the spoon!

Dispicable Dish

Decapitated turkey
Heart attack on a drumstick
Thanksgiving dinner
Bad for everyone
We try not to think of the head being cut off
or where the cooks hands have been

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