I want to fly as I dream, dream.
far and far extending the brim.
I dream on my expectation
always aiming my ambition.
I’ll soar high to the extreme.
That’s my goal seems to be supreme.
I garnish dream on devotion
till my dream gets its completion.
No Moussaka Tonight
Eggplant
is scant
Too Much Coleslaw
Cabbage
baggage
A Beggar’s Plea
Carrot?
Share it!
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Faddish
Radish
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Hepper
Pepper
A peppy Dancer
Pepper
Stepper
Baby Veggie
Onion
young one
Easy on the Garnish
Parsley
sparsley
A Leafy Session
Lettuce
met us
Seeds for Teeth
Dental
fennel
Now It’s a Party
Turnip
Turn-up
Mislike me not of my burning ray
My light bequeath thou the lukewarm day
Albeit the cherished dew doth dry
The ray cannot lurk, thus thou dost rely
The light dost form faint shower
And warmth bloosoms the flower
Creatures dwelling in the frost
Yearn patiently for mine accost
The world and his wife sings with bliss and mirth
Such harmonious with no thirst and dearth
My light dost pierce the abyssal floor
When night falls, it sheer to the ashore
Thou shall hath faith and trust
It shall never ought to carry by the gust,
Methinkst of burning all woe of thine
To garnish this realm of benign
Cold drink glasses clank with the loud laughter
Heads of kin wiggle as smoky fragrance floats
Infused with garlic, spices, and squeeze of lime
Chicken kebab deeply grilled lines up the plate
Ketchup splash, onion slice garnish the delicacy
Every bite offers an aromatic and tangy treat
Nestled on the dish is a masterpiece of meat.
Keen for the alluring crispy taste and tender tang
Enjoying the dinner that bonds us with food and fun
Bounteous platters are emptied with happy speed
Appetite is satiated with savory good times spent
Bliss of feast permeates the content hearts for long.
You must inhabit a piece of art
really roll it upon your tongue
every detail, please tear it apart
you truly cannot go wrong
on a tray rearrange life's fabric
feel free to rip, fold and scrunch
by the end it feels quite a neat trick
a delightful mouthful just before lunch
check out colour, line and angle
scratch at it with a fingernail
abstraction becomes revealing tangle
poetic flow a cosmic sail
decorate freely with garnish
intersperse spice and oil
don't worry about being outlandish
(and best results appear when on the boil)
do make sure it's all organic
it's an essential part of the meal
diners should ideally their lips lick
salivating about all that they'll feel
#1 placement
choose a single word
take the first letter
in seven lines stirred
wit makes it better
take the same letter
add it in each line
chop some trendsetter
words, it'll turn out fine
add the right spices
six syllables must
fry the sorted slices
half-cook and adjust
let the water boil
add the required salt
garnish hot rhyme oil
Curry's made, no fault
I spread layers of laughter in a long baking pan,
with a rhythm that twists the smoky scent I can scan.
Five lines per slice, I assemble carefully quick,
make this dish pulsate and glint like a limerick.
First sheet, a town and a person, famed or unfamed,
second, an odd trait that need not be tamed.
The rhyme goes A-A, then loosens its tight grip,
repeats at the last layer with a tag line flip.
Short lines on top, longer anapest pasta below,
the meter stumbles slightly, then steals the show.
B-B ricotta and spinach creep in the middle on the sly
with simmering mozzarella that doesn’t overflow dry.
I season the dish with nonsense spice, lively and loud,
a crispy curl at the base makes the last layer proud.
With light ragu sauce I garnish the humorous trait,
just with the perfect comical timing I bake it great.
The final ingredient is hilarity with melodramatic bend,
with a twist at the end to be served with fun to a friend.
Topped off with a punch line parmesan. that is hot,
I cook the best meal, limerick lasagna, in poetry pot.
So it be, lover,
And so must we believe
The pagan life awaiting us;
It leaves a sour taste in my head,
But everyone is blind, and their tongues
never reach beyond their own lips.
I love you, you say on my couch,
But upon the stage will I garnish you
With the feathers of my angel wings;
I give a piece of myself to you, my love.
They all serenade my mysticism,
And with their fragile hearts, fall in love
Upon a moonless night.
Dear Florence,
How the evening sun sets upon us,
To garnish the sky in marigold wreaths;
For it sprouts the mist of heavenly light,
The myth I wish to garner from thee.
O’ deathly lady, speak unto me truth,
Does beauty cower ‘neath thy sanctum of stone?
Or perhaps it hides within moss ridden yards,
And loves anew each death it’s outgrown.
O’ deathly lady, veiled under the breeze,
How I envy thine eyes lain barest at dawn;
Awaiting the sun through tender spring leaves,
And blinding thyself – awake to true beauty.
Florence Margaret Mainland
(Nov. 25, 1903-June 8, 1925)
Mound Cemetery, Racine, Wisconsin
Thick, crispy slices of pork
Grandma's recipe :
mashed turnips and potatoes
Delicious white sauce
Parsley for garnish
Traditions
born
I gorge on black ink shadows
and gulp down silver moon beams
delectable, saporous
by the streetlamp marinade
me hallucinating art
on a diet of glow world
hue imbued hungry brushstrokes
dream garnish o'er starlit feast
Chicken on dry sliced rye,
at his neat
office workstation,
no garnish.
Suddenly she was there,
her chair roller wheels
squeaking.
Next time get a 'footlong' sub
with Mayo and all the fixings.
We could share it.
Messy he murmured,
studying his monitor.
A sigh,
as the office angel rose upward
on chubby wings.
Disturbed by the interruptions
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction
If achieving a goal
What's in it for me
Ain't gonna work cause
We are not in control
Tallow shall disguise the
Earthy taste of the ostrich
and garlic and onions
Shall compliment it's already
beefy taste
the mushrooms and wines shall
Subdue the gameness
and crumbled bacon shall
Enhance it's taste
Cerleies and salts
With sun-dried peppers and
Sun-dried tomato's shall
Crust the external show'd
Display
We shall cheer with wines that
are appropriate and garnish
Shall accompany the display!
An anchovies and lemon sweet
caper sauce was an alternative
To the cowboy gravy show
I adored them both
But wanted the
Wagyu burger
I longed and lusted for it
One of the lady body guards
Bought six burgers
Up to the room after
The ice cream and cake show
I knew her Friend from Canada
He had been a Bouncer at my
Club in lobster town Maine!
Hollywood thumped with disco
I danced to a
Slutty Opera Tune
I love my wife
Aria Concerto
She make love just
Likes she dances
Another family gathering.
The place is packed with deep blue sadness.
For the passing of yet another friend.
Faces are strained to the edge of recognition.
Pretty bouquets garnish a garish metal basket.
A holy man tries to capture the spirit of a stranger
in a couple of passages.
Failing.
Like a game of she loves me, she loves me not,
death is stealing the family flowers one by one.
Next time we gather, there'll be one less
A puddle of infinite blackness.
Sounds a little bourgeoisie
to put on a formal sit-down tea
all dressed up with a bumblebee
As she sets up under the willow tree
it's the perfect antidote to a bout of ennui
for sweet little adorable Penelope
A couple of cookies fresh from the bakery
a french custard that's sublimely velvety
topped with a garnish of floral scented potpourri
Oh how charming and delightful to be
blessed with a child's spontaneity
and find pleasure in such simplicity
AP: 2nd place 2025
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