Hams Poems

EBONY REVELATIONS

EBONY REVELATIONS

We are not
Their Hams,
We are Lambs
Of the Lord:
Our Liberator:-
Their race-based
Biblical thoughts,
Are as winter snowballs,
Falling into the fires of hell:-

Pizza

A Foodie Pleiades Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich

Parades of dough shapes pie

Pepperoni walks in

Pasta sauce rallies taste

Pockets of crust tips edge

Proud dills and hams in step

Perhaps anchovies, too

Procession of cheese crowns

AN EBONY REVELATION

We are not your Hams,
We’re Lambs of the Lord:
Our Liberator!
Your race-based biblical thoughts,
Are as snowballs sent to hell:-

Winter Skies

Nature appeared to take her time,
 summer stretching into September October days,
 the warm filled the landscape with colors bled
 shades of lemon yellows, pale green limes ahead
 a mix of russet orange and cranberry reds;

every breath a distant pleasure
 recalling hot sunny summer treasures
 bowing slowly in transitional escapades
 to a hint of November slipped parades
 drawn memories of Thanksgiving masquerades;

stuffings, turkeys, hams
 sweet mashed potatoed yams
 waiting for the moment to gather family and friends
 while the sky clouds play behind the darker grays again
 and winter skies slowly snow us in.

Polar Bear Who Eats Sweets

I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets.
You can have hams, chickens and other meets.
I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread.
Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed.

I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day.
Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way.
You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and such.
My mouth is ready for sugars, vanilla, and a cinnamon touch.

Electoral Lament

Lament the clumsy stumble bum who bungles his debut
By mumbling his monologue and missing every cue.
He wanders freely off his mark and often flubs his lines.
His timing’s unpredictable. His rhythm bumps and grinds.
He hams it up like Barrymore and eats the scenery whole.
His critics shame him endlessly, then eulogize his soul.
But though the humbled imbecile stands slack-jawed center stage,
He’s chosen best supporting actor this post-modern age.
His talents prove sufficient in the arts of song and dance
To stand him for election and provide him with a chance.
So he shall be the candidate his party comes to choose.
No matter how the voting goes, he knows he just can't lose.

Potchkeing

Many folks are potchkeing*
In preparation for
Thanksgiving Day tomorrow
And the feast that is in store.

Soups and stuffing, pies and cakes,
Turkey, veggies, yams;
Mashed potatoes, corn bread,
Sauce of cranberries and hams.

Some make everything from scratch,
Others order in
Or use some combination;
Still, the diners score a win.

Kith and kin will gather;
There’ll be football on T.V.
Americans will party
With a stuff-your-faces spree.

*A Yiddish word for fussing or bothering,
pronounced “potch-key-ing.”

Beso Mi Down Dhare

Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams. 
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
 Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with 
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake

Beso Mi Down Dhare

Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams. 
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
 Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with 
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake

Beso Mi Down Dhare

Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams. 
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
 Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with 
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake

Beso Mi Down Dhare

Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams. 
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
 Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with 
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake

The Drums of War

One day the drums will stay silent for a lifetime,
Sadly, today is not that day,
As once again the drums are beating in our lifetime.

From another far flung land the drums are calling,
And there is no time for stalling,
As too many are now wailing,
For aid not to be flowing.

But let us not muck up this peace when it comes,
Having this time done our sums,
Around the cost of guns,
So, every Christmas in the future comes,
With only the sound of happy drums,
And even happier mums and dads,
With sons and daughters home for the holidays,
To fight over who gets the last of the turkey's or hams.

So I Am Writing This From the Perspective of Multi-Verses

so we are writing this
no one wrote this
everything writes this
Typewriters and enough humans
Shaking spear nosed baboon
Dam dirty humans
------ ----  ------ -2-d universe flat writing
01000 10000100 10011101
how do you spell riting
Three burgered hams and potato oblongs
i'm from the universe that knows all the others
we are watching you
ha you still believe in God
i thought no one would fall for that
What are my pets up to today
W dont hav that curly shapd lttr you hav

inevitably snapped

Sandwich

O say can you see
those mayo layered morsels,
sour kraut or sweet hams,
the corned beef and dill pickles,
bread fed by rivers of flavor!
Lettuce praise diner and deli,
the relish and aroma between
hungry eyes and belly.
Lord who made
the pork and beef,
the sandwich maker
and baker.
for all delectable sandwiches
imagined by the dawns early light,
yea, from sea to shining sea
we thank thee.

~~~~

Showing Muscle and a Hustle

Thackray thought up a plan 
To get three points for the west hams 
Called upon Antonio to do a task 
“Fetch my friend a theatrical mask 
Tell the canary meet for a luncheon 
Of course at his dungeon 
There will be no bubbles to burst 
Only an answer to why Miss Thackray was cursed” 
Antonio took the orders 
Did contact a reporter 
Hornet Daily decided to decline 
Meeting with the royals from the new castle on their mind 
Evenly spread out 
Antonio very calm no need to shout 
Four across the board 
Before shutting the door 
Royals in the new castle 
Felt this get together was a hassle 
Found a goal early 
Surely, 
This would separate the west ham from the buzz 
Staying united as they always was 
Claiming two fouls 
Hornets’ staff went to print with a howl 
Still on the hammy’s heels 
Not investigating if Thackray will ever get another deal 
Antonio returned 
Successful not burned 
Thackray now felt at ease 
No longer relegation a tease 
Taking a shot of Claret wine 
Things getting a good sign 
“I will not stalk alone” 
Thackray reminder herself in a British tone

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