Food Drink Poems

Tea leaves, tea bags which is the way to go,
Square, round or triangular, stirring them to and fro.

Milky, sugary or a builders brew,
Have you thought...

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2.5 cups of chickpeas
2 egg yolks
3 t of lime juice
4 tablespoons of garlic
1/2 onion
1/2 flaked fish
1/2 t of dried thyme
4 T shredded coconut
1 teaspoon of...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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For me, I’d love to stay and chat
but all this tea and cake is fat
that I do neither want nor need.
If I stayed, it would...

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Have you ever had
A bag of potato chips
A glass of smoky wine
Halfway through
Wanting for more?

Have the rest of the bag
Drink the whole bottle
There’s wisdom in...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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I’ve heard it said we should have five a day 
If healthy is how we desire to stay
I’ve planned my diet and so I can...

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It was Christmas, and we were young,
when the snow was deep
and the lights were strung,
along Stony hill, Allen and Main.
And my uncle`s dead
but he too...

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I am the coffee cup,  
holding the coffee which is God.  
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,  
so others can enjoy...

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Vanilla chai tea
Its wamth caresses my tongue
Mixed with almond milk 
Sweetness with a nutty taste
Warms my heart, and soothes my mind...

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Stirring my hot or cold tea, 
with fresh honey from a bee. 
I must not get stung, 
or this sweet drink will hurt my tongue....

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Salt from the sands of Egypt 
Sprinkled into wine 
To banish dark memories 
Red wine mixed with myrrh 
Infused with pink salt 
Through wisdom
Praise!...

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Martial Translations

Coq au vin (Cook or wine)
by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you merely an éclair...

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'Dinner won't be long, Dear.'

Burt puffed up his pillows and squeezed one out.

'Better wash your hands, now'.

The armchair smothered his glee.

Wallaby faggots, 

Brown rice juices,

Lentils,

Barley...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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