Goulash Poems | Examples

Saturday Afternoon

Watching the cricket.
The oval looks great
Home team in green shirts
Visitors in blue
Scoreboard looming large

Sitting to long
Butt getting sore
Bench is to hard
Heading for home

Kitchen noise
Crash and bang
Pots clatter

Cooking 
Goulash 

Dinner

YESTERDAY a refrain

Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.

Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with  Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.

Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.

Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.

Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.

the parrot

The Parrot

The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors 
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice 
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green field to a soggy battlefield and
not a word of thank you
Goulash, the famous Hungarian dish, was made from horse 
flesh and camouflaged with paprika, pepper, and salt
for 89 years, the parrot had only been able to read 
the titles of books on the shelf on the opposite wall
It had a lively mind and listened to the radio every day
well educated can  squawk with the best of them

Ice Breaker

Ice Breaker

doomsday glaciers melting rest upon seabed
benign blizzard temps endanger ground zero
turbulence cause a desert 
warming waters near frozen lakes I shall fear
Iceland volcano displays her open wounds
magma of our Earth’s crust vomits Her vengeance
blue lagoon shimmers of red blood polar bear
global sea level rises
accelerating where there should be more ice
magic gone shows no mercy
dazzled domain of milky beauty lacks snow
sandstorms in the ice bubble 
millennia of the past we inherit
minke whale
blubber made into goulash
expedition boats bulbous bow ice breakers
who will dominate Antarctica's future
consolation prize has awarded no one
my world shall go from snow white to a blue sea
sixty eight percent freshwater flows freely

A Little Fun With Our Leaders

Kamala Harris, even worse than 'Sloppy Joe'
    Hey, ho ~ They both gotta go!

  Biden's waist-deep in corruption
    Soon to come, a legal tidal-wave eruption
  As for his mental and physical fitness
    One or two video clips are enough to witness

  More than a snake has Harris wiggles
    when defining 'culture' with inane giggles *
  It seems that her goulash-like explanations
    may just impress rocks and crustaceans 

  So get thee to the elections in 2024 for sure
    who needs four more years of these clowns to endure


  _______________________________________________
  *"Culture is a reflection of our moment and our time. And
    present culture is the way we express how we feel about
    the moment. And we should always find time to express
    how we feel about the moment. That is a reflection of joy.
    Because, you know... it comes in the morning," Harris said 
    with a laugh. 
      ~ Washington Examiner, Brady Knox, July, 07, 2023.

International Goulash

Italians make pizza
    Scotties bake cake
  Russkies drink vodka
    Indians bathe in the lake

  Swiss craft chocolate
    Germans craft beer
  Saudis play golf now
    Brittney's been Speared

Food Memories

Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.

Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with  Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.

Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.

Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.

Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008

The Gs Have It

glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish.  Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls.  Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy.  Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash. 
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German.  Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets.  Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls.  Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet.  Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.

Poetry Soup Goulash

My love for all on Poetry Soup
like a tasty broth group.

Cook and stir

* 2 pounds lean Lebanon ground
in Dutch oven over medium-high heat,
breaking the Lebanon meat up as it cooks,
until all is no longer pink and has
started to brown, about 10 minutes.

Stir in the

* 2 Canada onions, chopped
* 3 United Kingdom garlic cloves, chopped
and cook for another 1o minutes

Stir in

* 3 cups Africa water  
* 2 (15 ounce) United States cans tomato sauce
* 2 (14.5 ounce) cans India diced tomatoes
* 3 tablespoons Isle Of Man soy sauce
* 2 tablespoons dried Italian herb seasoning
* 3 Philippines bay leaves
* 1 tablespoon seasoned Bangladesh salt, or to taste
and bring to a boil over medium heat.

Stir 

* 2 cups uncooked elbow Australia macaroni,
cover, and simmer over low heat until the pasta is tender,
about 25 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Poets with golden ink and pens
that make us move forward as friends
with inspiration, kindness, and honesty,
encouragement and compliments.
A small act of caring, which has the potential
to turn a life around.

I thank each and everyone of you far and near.


3/14/2022

Darker-Days Bliss

Altitude of Autumn—
   bitty kites
   without strings attached
   from God’s cache.
Over the top joy—
     elixir of Jack Frost,
    Jacques Torres chocolate,
    crackling of hearths.
Vouchsafed variegation
     of leaves,
     mulligan and goulash,
     the swaddle of sweaters.
Patch of giant and itty bitty
      crocks of seeds
      and mellow pulp
      to be roasted and pie’d,
      then lit.
Impresario of Fall—
      twirls and dips,
      brightens and lightens
      in darker-days bliss.

9/9/2021

Americans

Americans are a mixture of flavors:
Salty, spicy, sweet.
Whatever you like,
your taste we meet.

Descendants of countries
far and wide.
Wherever they once lived
they came here to hide.

Hiding from violence and hate,
from poverty and war, 
immigrants seeking a new fate.

They were black, brown and white,
short and tall,
fat and slim,
we welcomed them all.

English and Spanish,
French and Chinese,
Irish and Scots,
send them all, please.

We’ll eat hot dogs and hamburgers
and bar-b-que,
goulash and gumbo and Irish stew.

We’ll dance and sing
and play guitars.
We'll watch movies
made by stars.

We’ll celebrate Thanksgiving and July the fourth,
and remember Martin Luther King 
by marching back and forth.

Politics and the law are favorite topics.
Waving flags and carrying signs,
Parades and protests
Are a sign of the times.

True TV and talk shows abound.
Choose what you like.
It’s here to be found.

America, the land of the free,
Started by people who bled for you and me.

By: Carole O’Terry Duet; copyright 6/19/2020 (L); “All rights reserved”

This Parrot

This Parrot
this bird in the cage its featherless wings folded to its naked 
body like garden scissors and it squawked; 
I´m 89 years old today, let me out of this bloody cage. but its 
owner heard not she was a widow of First World War veteran a
and told every one that this particular war had seen the death
of 8 million horses 12 million donkeys and no one took notice of 
this mass slaughter but then humanity only thought of its own 
suffering and were impervious to animals feeling. having been 
dragged from a green field to a soggy battle field and not a word 
of consideration only eyes by hungry soldiers as a possible meal, 
Goulash the known dish  was originally made of horse meat, 
camouflaged with paprika, hot pepper and salt. 89 years in a cage 
And had only been able to read titles of books on the shelf, but 
it had lively mind and by listening to the radio for so many years 
it was well educated and could squawk with the best of them.

Feast of Feces

When the coven of ill-willed women seek revenge,
from anyone they deem too big for their britches,
They go to the book of sorcery for witches,
In the book, they seek deliverance from women
who shine brighter than morning stars,
looking for panaceas and disasters,
Brews that could curl their hair and tarnish their shoes,
Nothing short of voodoo,
They'd even stoop to mixing up batches of goulash,
sprinkled with feces, and disguised by hash,
Their boundaries are limitless when they want to anhiliate,
They would go as far as tempting fate,
A feast of feces becomes no trouble at all,
when they want to cast anyone away,
so they may become the Belles of the Balls.......

A Battered Old Saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Eatiquette

would you really think it a grotesque crime
if served a plate of deep-fried slime

and too, be thought to be unusually cruel
to be offered a glass of seltzered gruel

famished you go to the fridge and grab
a rusted rack of horseshoe crabs

you have some leftover meat seldom seen
don't serve it up as goulash ice cream

you see, it matters the names we ingest
not many desire a soup of bird's nest

yet some sticks stuck to your avian ribs
sounds more appetizing than some ol' goats kids

so if your aperitive desires a full satiation
don't call a burger a "lean, finely-textured vegetation"

© Goode Guy 2012-04-13

how many of you just begin to salivate when i say the words "pink slime"?

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