Big ol’ Big Mac
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m exhausted with exhaustion.
I wish I had the money to retire,
But that is not up for discussion.
I can’t sink my teeth into a big ol’ big mac.
The motivation I lack to go and fetch that.
I’m not too skint and I’m not a skin flint,
I just don’t have the energy of an energy drink.
I’m thinking of food when I know I can’t eat.
I’d love to meet the best version of me,
But he does not exist,
He is lost to the past.
Damn that life was hard,
But we sure did have some laughs.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
peach
color
fine fruit
nectarine
bit of blush
sweet preserves
fuzzy and round
refreshing juice
Georgia orchard
cut up on ice cream
tasty freshly picked
great in a cobbler
peach is a marvel
she makes a fine pie
Appears a pigeon at leisure
nonchalantly walking hopping from table to table
~ looking for attention and treats
AP: 1st place 2025
As delicious as it looks
gourmet feast piled up a mile high
~ blissful delight with every bite
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet
Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats
Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat
Tantalising sensation, delicious for bodily treats
Receiving a pie in the crown,
It just might occasion a frown.
But bear well in mind,
One always will find,
The target is never the clown.
picked food is complex
hard to grow, with goodness sparse
slow to chew, digest
native creatures evolved
balancing, yield, taste, and toil
mouthfuls interlaced
fiber, protein, starch, cells, grit
a feast in wholemeal
hunger sated, kept at bay
with low-density nurture
then came processing
oils distilled to easy fare,
grains stripped to white ghost
sugar added to boost taste
complexity was erased
Sweetness in a flash
fat that melts before the tongue
salt sharpening crave
a banquet turned to quick hits
food factories replaced fields
food calorie dense
drove people to gorge too much
with same portion size
so they all became obese
as their bodies begged for more
evidence is clear
just see how fast, how sudden
Polynesians who
adopted Western diets
became fat and unhealthy
rich over-processed
food mutes satiety's bell
body asks for more
calorie-dense concoctions
devoid of complexity
Acrobatic birds can dive energetically for glucose,
Even as the felines watch,
Waving their tailfeathers in the air,
To their perch, they add another notch.
Felines gain hope, inspiring jumpy keen longing,
The birds keep teasing the predators,
Flying lower as if doing the limbo,
Despite tempting fate, shunning grim reaper creditors.
Masterful nature offers perches quaintly, rightly spaced,
The birds take breaks from sweet drinks,
Fly lower, eating little leaf gnats,
Watching the cats snicker, as wingbeat winks.
Radiant songbirds travel ubiquitously, valiant warriors,
Beautiful as they fly, spreading song,
Despite teasing the cats on the ground,
A day without these creatures would feel too long.
rum-tum-tum like a drum
full of emptiness; anticipatory
what shall I eat - food or zest?
I wait for the clang
rum-tum-tum like a drum
with brand new tires. tirelessly
I can wait for fresh and vinyl
for a good long song, like
rum-tum-tum like a drum
yet while I wait, I’ll eat
lettuce? avocados? or score
coffee cake to go with a lake
of caffeine intake. full of
rum-tum-tum like a drum
anticipatory hum of new wheels
chocolate tonight
vanilla ice cream delight
clock late wait sleep tight
Love of another person’s good,
All others, worth their while to brood,
But I fall for the love
That lifts me up to prove:
Naught elevates like love of food--
Love yon of any doubt
Which lives all of life stout
And rare if ever minds my mood.
______________________
Limerick (tongue-in-cheek) | 09.09.2025 | food, humour, love
Tea bags and wet dog, crossword ink on fingertips.
Chocolate biscuit wrappers, garden pond algae.
Hairspray that held those curly grey locks in place. Regal.
Scents mixed and shaken,
ground and stirred – a dusting of her
that wafts through air like a time
machine, shuttling me back to a
bowling alley, a country show digging
up worms. A couch that belched
stories when sat on. Vegetable broth.
I’d bottle it. I’d use it sparingly.
Red carpet occasions only.
Or for our backyard patio boardgames.
We dine and sometimes gorge as we feast.
While children are dying, we care the least.
Some eat Gourmet meals
while many exist from crumbs
that fall from tables.
Such an intensely rich indulgence.
A cream of so much succulence.
Specific Types of Food Poems
Definition | What is Food in Poetry?
Poems Related to Food
feed, cuisine, snack, meat, drink, foodstuff, fare, cooking, meal, bread, grub, sustenance, groceries, table, slop, pabulum, menu, bite, aliment, refreshment, board, comestible, store, larder, nutrition