I could take the bank, the cleaners, the shoe store, the clothier
But when the tavern closed, I despaired
You see, Joe’s Bar & Grill wasn’t just another business
It was the place folks turned when their lives were a mess
Always a friendly voice to greet you,
a shoulder on which to cry
You went in feeling like two cents
~ emerged from there in the future perfect tense
Prime Rib
Prime rib bone in, marbled fat
Spiced with garlic cloves
Smoked slowly on a grill with
Mesquite wood chips till
Center is slight pink
Melts in my
Mouth!
Come join us tonight people where the bright lights illumine.
Be sure to pick up a free multi-colored balloomin
While I showcase my special double self-lobotomy
Performed by just me in my new labero-totomy.
With a spoon, fork, and a knife - in full factuality,
I’ll cut out some noodle and some individ-ality -
And don’t forget to remember to gobble up your fill
At our fine and efficient, fresh fast-food hamburger grill!
bag of spiders,
lair contained,
unless
shaken and poured
it’s raining spiders -
spiders reigning…its a downpour
bag of spiders, spidermen
weaving webs - oh what wild webs conceived
spiderlings take rappelling lessons -
humans repelled by sticky wickets…
a trampoline buffet.
lacy architecture unique.
Eight Leggers Grill capitalizes
on an insect infestation.
bag of spiders, they’re no cocooned butterflies.
arachnid’s legs running loose, climbing
into cracks, crevices and corners,
on the loose…
rub my butt with spices
baste my breasts with olive oil
slather my wings and things with sauce
butter my thighs, slow broil
ah, the savory delights of a summer BBQ!
Foil wrapped delights at day’s end
Chocolate inside
Prefer gooey Marshmallows?
Relief after meat
Grilled fruit tasty snack
Late Surprise
Treat!
19 June 2022
Whats Cooking on the Grill this Summer Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
Honey smoked ribs on the grill
Come and eat your fill
Roasted corn, drips with butter
Taste buds aflutter
Peach pie on the sill
Ice cold beers
Cheers!
June 3, 2022
What's Cooking on the Grill This Summer Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser
Delicious juicy hot dogs
Slathered with mustard,
Onions, slaw, and chili sauce
Some hamburgers, too,
On soft toasted buns
Cheese slices.
Yum!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written June 1, 2022
Submitted to "What's Cooking of the Grill This Summer" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser
Fire up the grill ~ let's all eat
Dad's steak now well done
Hot dogs for doggy and me
Granny potatoes
Mom veggies with salt
Say blessing
Eat
Date Written:5/31/2022
4 Place
Whats Cooking on the Grill this Summer Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
George Foreman is a friend of mine,
Of many times we chill.
Times together that we dine,
But not the man that you assign,
For George, he is a grill.
Of grills, he is the number one,
Which helps make meals a-gorge.
Or for a little bit more fun,
You can get the 5 in 1,
Of my friend, we call the George.
A waffle or a steak,
A burger or a weiner,
Sure there’s no mistake,
Whatever is you make,
It makes a little leaner.
For as it starts to cook,
The grease comes rolling down.
It forms a little brook,
The trap, it gives a look,
A pond of greasy brown.
Surely one can never doubt,
The bond that we did forge,
A partnership of greatest clout,
Winning meals at every bout,
Just me and my friend George.
Just having the will,
You’ve conquered a steep hill;
Intense your will,
Settled a staggering bill;
A food-finding will,
And you eat your fill …
A fun-catching will,
Some awaiting thrill;
High-voice-pitching will,
Go it shrill;
Meat-longing will,
End up with a grill;
Quarrel avoiding will,
Remain still …
Hide-and-watch will,
A good window and still!
a background of blue
composes sky
strokes
of thick dark lines
shape bare trunks
(a collage of leaves
lies on the ground)
and branches reach
for the setting sun
the last glow
of reds and golds
imagination and memories
shape forms
textures
give fullness of life
to a canvas
once blank
colors blended
add to the conversation
this gathering shared
with others I hardly know
and between each coat
as the acrylic dries
we chat with each other
drinks sipped
and bites of food
taken
the waitress
checks on us
and nods
as layers form
the final piece
each nuanced work
to be presented
and shown
stories without words
told
we hang on walls
November 7, 2021
My grimy grill,
Is really quite,
Summer’s delight,
And if used right,
Is very much a thrill.
It’s not just meat,
That’s off the hook,
For if you look,
You’ll see I cook,
My veggies over heat.
The greasy grates,
They hold the food,
That will conclude,
With gratitude,
Once I put onto plates.
The fires burn,
On down below,
And cooking slow,
My grilling row,
As I do often turn.
The grease had grown,
Up over time.
And made the climb,
To turn to grime,
From what the grates have shown.
And when I’m done,
I step aside.
And feel inside,
A source of pride,
I find second to none.
I have a window without a window sill
My eyes wander outside when the crickets sing
Birds refuse to come into this part of town
I try to escape but my window has grills
Those who live nearby cannot, will not know me
Residing in a one story tower, still
And when it rains, droplets flicker towards life
Far away from the window without a sill
Happiness, very absent in this town wing
Into this part of town, birds refuse to come
Maybe they would if I had a window sill
Date : 19 May 2021
Contest: A new Abracadabra poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Shhhhh, here comes the Warden
He’s just about to open the door, Frank
Well, that’s good ‘cause I’ve been in this slammer too long!
and, it way too cold in here, Patty!
I never did ask you Frank, what are you in for?
Wrong time at the wrong grocery store, I guess,
before I knew it, I was in the big house, feels more
like an ice house. I was in solitary for while, frozen stiff
Then, I found myself here with you and Bangsy and Cherry.
You know Cherry, she’s Bangsy’s tomato!
She was picked fresh off the line and ended up in here!
Let me ask Olive, she’s been in here forever,
Hey Olive, when did Cherry get out?
I wouldn't talk about that too loudly, Patty,
she went to the counter!
Oh no!, not the counter, that’s death row for everyone!
If you hear them say they want to grill you Frank, don’t
believe it, it’s not what you think.
Bangsy never did come back!
Poor Bangsy, such a silly sausage!
Door’s open, this is it!
Bye Patty!
Guess it’s hamburger time for me
OH, sorry Patty!!!
I mean, I guess I’ve seen my last bun!
7/9/18
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