1st place
B ring on this saucy Mexican flavor
E ach mouthful an epicurean delight;
E nticing the palate with slivers of meat
F ingers tap on salsa... hot as summer flame--
Y ielding to tacos' sun- toasted warmth.
Trails of cream cheese, onions drip on top
A nother round zings mouths with delight
C rusty. Creamy. Calorific crazy, and yet--
O ver goblets of Merlot, we deliriously toast
S unday's garden spree whirling into a fiesta !
I would choose Iberian over Siberian a true culinary librarian
Epicurean yet utilitarian not barbarian don’t be a contrarian
Top picks & tricks from heady cultural mix definitely not aryan
Runaway or just the gravy train arcane but with modern refrain
Can’t restrain or contain the insane foody reign of this domain
Go like the clappers for Tapas fiesta then siesta the slow lane
Rally your pals with the gals go dullally down any hidden alley
Croquetas or Las Gambas or just Patatas Bravas in Las Ramblas
Paella the story teller paprika bestow Chorizo glow best seller
Scarlet harlots prawn p*rn dig suckling pig jig a verdant valley
Have a trenchant penchant for any merchant of the don Jamon
Svelte slivers melt tastebuds pelt flow across the Iberico rubicon
Flavour flotilla scintilla of morcilla or tortilla to savour all thriller
Rain falls mainly on the plains starter or main food reigns in Spain
Sophistication…
Epicurean Delight…
~ Chicago hotdog
Gourmets everyday wheeze
More moreish morsels tease
Picnics Ploughmans picky teas
No duds taste buds floods please
Those with epicurean degrees
Sees the wood from the trees
Knows.. chose with ease the DB's
Dairy fairy sybaritic disease
Whiffs waft on the breeze
Stole my heart kept the keys
So good the Bee's Knees
Seize the day with CHEESE pleas
Sumptuous and delicious epicurean spread
gourmet feast piled up a mile high
~ blissful delight with every bite
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
So wholesome beauteous, bewitching;
Arousing, inviting, mature, provocative racy and seductive;
Vessel cave opening covered in brush;
Mound of majestic, smell of essence eucalyptus;
Mandrake allure ahh, me odor composite aroma;
Flushing tunnel moisten with the dew;
Sweeten view, vibrant hue;
Vessel cave entry in tunnel dark misty;
O' Epicurean, ahh! sybaritic yes voluptuary and dionysiac sexy;
Sweet are the tissue of her veins says he
O' Jubilee, caressed embraced shalt they so kiss, heavenly now blissed;
Mandrake, allure me odor composite aroma;
Mound of majestic, smell of essence eucalyptus
So whole some beauteous envisioned so delicious
Arousing, inviting, mature provocative graced and seductive
10/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023
Just imagine...
Flowers of possibilities blooming
In the garden of your imagination.
Fun travel on nostalgia's time machine,
The sheer magic of moments
As if sand turning into gold dust.
Quiet thoughts gliding
Like rows of swans on a placid stream.
Endless pleasure carried in the back pocket,
Cheerfully sounding off like jiggling coins.
A much welcome egress
From a hum-drum existence
To an epicurean wonderland
Where the past and present are irrelevant;
Seen in the rear view mirror.
A resplendently bright future, gift-wrapped.
What of goals and dreams to accomplish?
Yes, set your mind free to wander, 'tis a portal
To paradise untouched; your very own.
Oh yes, don't quit your daydream, my friend.
Submitted for..
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Date written: 11/28/2022
Steaming spaghetti and garlic bread.
On a warmed red-checkered plate.
With aromatic, hot, garlic bread.
For my epicurean tastes is just fine and dandy!
Would be nice though, if served by a handsome,
Italian waiter.
~~~~I call that, some ravishing eye candy~~~~
1/28/2021
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I just happened to grow up this way…it’s not something I was taught…
but when it comes to my food preferences…epicurean I am not.
Some people like to separate their food…they think that’s the way it taste great…
I approach this from a different angle…I mix everything on my plate.
I don’t know how to explain it but to me a meal isn’t splendid
until all the food groups set before me have come together and been blended.
I have a friend, he is a food critic, who thinks most meals I disgrace…
I only know when I mix everything together…I love the way it tastes.
I love the way the colors blend but what I truly savor
is how, with every bite, I get a different blended flavor.
Deborah says it’s like feeding a dog but I am not subdued
I mean…show me any dog out there who doesn’t love their food!
Again I can’t explain it but to me it’s easily comprehended
and I make no apologies for loving food that’s all been blended…
I don’t expect everyone in the world to eat their food this way
(that would be nothing short of rude)
but I do think it would be wonderful if everyone in the world
blended together…as easily as my food?
Eau de vie in flavor
Epicurean rich
Edible poetry
Entree aptly described
Exciting the taste buds
Egg cream tongues the sensors
Exclamation sublime
10/21/2020
Joseph May’s Pleiades 3
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Oh, that sparkling night we met.
Baby, oh baby, my divine Kismet!
Music and such totally epicurean cuisine.
And love drinks from God's own wine machine.
I twirl with you in a serpentine circle dance.
Already your magic has me beyond entranced.
Oh, that sparkling night we met.
Baby, oh Baby,my divine Kismet.
Kismet~ Song
Panagiota Romios
March 18, 2020
3pm PST
To hear the clatter of iron wheels
And swoon the sway of soft surreal
To venue this virtue of victorian vogue
While redesigning as revolving rogue
To glamor the fragrance of galley’s design
And feel the softness of vintage wines
To tour the nature of Napa’s nurture
While evolving to epicurean searcher
To taste the tenderness of the train
And celebrate our bond to champagne
To harbor the hand of equal rhyme
While toasting a triumph of lifetime
PHANTASMAGORIA
If you don't like where you are..take a trip in your mind
Look in your brain's dark corners and see what you find
There are places a groaning board tempts with an epicurean delight
But the populace heads for the worst comestibles in sight
When choosing Burma or Myanmar as it's now called
Or Manila where kittens are drinking sewage in a yard
Who knows? they might think kittens are viands too
But if this gastronomic delight does not appeal to you
Try a whole pig on a spit, cleaved open to reveal
Viscera and liver, cooked and ready to peel
You could try a lunch of grilled belly lining
If not, its pigs' snouts and tongues for fine dining
Egg on your face takes on a whole new meaning
When it's smeared on a face --slimy and gleaming*
Don't forget the venues where entrails drip over a fire
Or octopus tentacles tasting like a rubber tire
Remember...wandering is possible but not leaving your niche
Thinking how the other half lives might cure a travel itch
So start up the mind's motor and go anywhere you wish
Without having to eat even one revolting dish
*A sunblock
Emboss fond thrill in eats that grow,
Primal the need to seek clear feed;
Impress fine feel as food now shows,
Choice in sure breed in simple seeds;
Urge frames a spread of pleasant taste,
Reap in sure time that poignant flair;
Embrace good bread with festive haste,
Align with chimes such mellow airs;
Note range of food in ample feast.
Charm nurtures play in palate fest,
Reach for more good in affluent gist;
Apt savvy way grooms tasty quest,
Food galore here in lovely tell,
Touch greets bright cheer with precious dwell.
Leon Enriquez
17 March 2017
Singapore
Milias’s Muse
She was an epicurean
To Milias's cynic
She sought pleasure in ordinary
Things.
Her hair was scarlet
Long with large curves:
A winding labyrinth.
A true delight
For a Pre Raphaelite
Milias's vision was to climb up her
Hair; into the depths of her illusions.
Milias painted her scarlet hair
Days on end;
Mixing aryclic
On a palette.
Her stillness in a coffin
Was meant to bring Ophelia
Into life:
Tragic creation of Shakespeare!
Instead she was a lady of her own
Her scarlet hair all her own.
Milias' s Muse and an epicurean
In a coffin.
Her luchious lips
Seeking pleasure in
Exotic food and the artist's flesh.
Her half open eyes
Absorbing all the beauty in
Milias's palette:
Rosy in hue like
Her illusions:
Her illusions transformed into visions;
Milias was no longer a cynic but a
Romantic.
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