Amiable and jolly, tireless but fun
The unerasable convivial one
Appreciative for what you rendered.
That is how you are remembered.
The fits of laughter that you gave once
As we beamed through your simple jest ,
The epicure side of you reminds us of you best.
When we relish anything you liked once,
Only the moments that can be clinged to,
Collection of the countless memories of you.
Bittersweet the journey was it.
But we can only reminisce,
The heaven that you made for us was bliss.
The strings of memories emit
Your love as it continues to glow in each of us.
Your presence can't be replaced,
With these heartwarming sketches.
You will always be cherished and adored.
Your unforgettable and unmeasurable aeon.
Contessa remember you’re an epicure,
don’t let him make you feel insecure;
I know that they can’t see the pain
slapped with all of his words on your face;
I know that words CAN and DO hurt you,
breaking bones that will no longer bend;
Amplified and thrown up by the taste of
alcohol it loses its voice in a crowd,
all they’re privileged to is a people pleaser;
Verbal abuse is a silent killer
until it’s just the two of you alone together;
It’s about time to end the silence,
put an end to the punch drunk violence;
Turn the tables on all the wounds
that no one can see but still they bleed;
Always told let it slide let it go,
well here’s something you need to know:
It’s okay to say no and take care of you.
Contessa, feelings are always valid.
Don’t let him make you feel insecure,
Contessa remember you’re an epicure.
Thus, we clean up after the tryptophan tornado
Slow moving, drugged, sated, slipper wearing zombies
Picking at the ruins of fun, feast and folly
Wondering why the soon to come fat guy is so jolly
Pants – let out – for comfort sake
A slumbering room of football fakes
And then that scent, of my, oh my
The warmth, the call, of apple pie
I know it’s wrong, this pie I’m stuffin’
Will turn an epicure into a glutton
As the leaves drift slow to the earth
I must give my girth its worth.
a girl making pizza dream
her toppings make tastebuds scream
tomato tossed swirls
with cheese in great curls
queen of the epicure scene.
He ate a caterpillar sandwich
Just to prove he could do it
He just gritted his teeth and
Chewed his way right through it
He washed it down with turpentine
Which he preferred to any wine
Ate a chunk of matured horse
As his favoured second course
His dessert was a trifle smelly
Being served in an old welly
Frog legs steeped in prunes juice
Just to keep his functions loose
If it was edible he would try it
Really liked a varied diet
His fame grew as a gourmet minger
Celebrity status as hash slinger
Every week with language obscene
He appears on your TV screens
He doesn’t care what you think
Doesn’t need respect or thanks
Just keeps checking his accounts
In his five or six offshore banks
I long for the faces of those that I love
the laughter the hugs of beautiful kids
Victorian teacups, & lacey white gloves
an epicure diner, beneath bubbling lids
I hope for a feast with a good ending year
less tears more smiles, in all that I hold dear
May the good Lord fasten and note my request
then offer up blessings to Mothers of best
On this special day may all Mothers be told
love is a flower that blooms with May showers
Mothers are worth more then silver and gold
when it comes to love they hold all the power
Its Mothers Day so let her know you love her
not for a day, not for a month, but forever...
A plate of hunger unsavoury to taste
My belly groans,worms meander in haste
once upon a dream packed with love and care a meal I wish
Unfair a reality of a belly inflated not with a dish
Too much of too little have I had,malnourishment have become my niche
Posterity they call me yet I'm ailed with deficiency
How do I lead a future plagued with insufficiency?
Basic necessities I lack
Bones so weak to play,shacking like I carry a hump on my back
Grateful for the next scrap,absurd is the word "snack"
Secure me a future as you build me a present deliciously prepared like a good meal
Nurture my soul,nourish my brain,protect my innocence I appeal
An epicure I'm not simply school me in the six food classes
Austerity I will bear just never let me miss my classes
Yearning for a world of abundance,good food and fruits are my caprices.
I don't claim to be an epicure
But there's one pasta dish that's sure
To get me to the table fast.
It's macaroni/beef goulash.
I make it with the small sea shells.
My tongue tastes of the little wells
Of tomato sauce that's found therein,
So tasty that it make me grin.
When I am tired and want to crash
A big bowl of my loved goulash
Will pep me up as it fills my tummy.
I love it because it is so yummy.
For Linda Maries pasta contest.
I crave for thee oh heights
Fathomless heights,
Hiding beyond the skies
Where wisdom and wealth lies
I crave for thy zenith oh heights,
Fathomless heights;
Not for the audacity of euphoria
Nor for the aroma of nostalgia.
I crave for thy topnotch oh heights
Fathomless heights;
To become the epitome of an epicure
And my brains and brawns to insure
I crave for thee oh heights
Fathomless heights:
The abode of the twinkling stars,
The home that can’t behold scary scars.
A chateaubriand well done
in bechamel sauce
A carpaccio salad
A franipani
A mozart kugeln
with Earl Grey
Tea !