Lasagne Poems | Examples

New Years Resolution

There are few more days when I can indulge
Scales the enemy in Battle of Bulge
Oh! delights of lovely chocolate cake
Sprinkled liberally with milky flake.

Now, Lasagne with its Italian taste
My favourite dish I leave no waste
Spaghetti is good with Bolognese sauce
New Year resolution dreaded of course.

I will  NEVER cheat will stand resolute
Green salad bowl with a piece of fruit
Step on the scales my failure is quite plain
Resolution broken hard to maintain.

A Razor's Edge

It is not often realized
that between two opposite things
lies a razor's edge.
It could be love and hate,
faith and unbelief,
or happiness and sadness.
 
I was sick for a long time
thinking of your departure.
Sadness is a disease,
it leaves a bad taste,
a despair for better things.
A fever that burns the soul.
 
Then I decided to take a different path.
I found myself afar from lands forlorn
into a sunlit sacred valley.
I felt irrational happiness,
don't ask me why
it could have been
the sun coming out suddenly
out of dark rain filled clouds.
Or the smell of freshly baked
Italian lasagne my mother had prepared,
to be wolfed up
with a ruby spring scented wine.
 
In the end who cares why?
I am so happy now.

Ether Come and Never Go

If walls could talk
What would Keats or Wilde’s walls say?
Or Lenin or Lennon’s?
Or the walls of a pub
A prison or a morgue?
Ah, but now walls do speak
Your walls
Our home is in the ether
We are immortal
The needs for our feeds
Your walls will talk forever
Your rants
Your memes
Your poems
Your cat pictures with laser dots
That plate of lasagne
Who you like
And who you hate
They will live forever
You will live forever
In the ether

Playing Safe

Suburban mother, neat, ash-blonde, divorced, 
might pause beneath a Bedford bookstore awning, 
then check her list - lasagne, liverwurst ... 
today pilates, Thursday, coffee morning. 

One week is like another, which is fine 
(note on the fridge -- "collect new reading glasses"). 
She'll pass on Starbuck's (have you SEEN the line?) 
The bovine bustle of the middle classes. 

Ten years ago, I struck like Typhoon Trevor, 
intense and strange. Endearments and demands 
brought whiff of chaos. "Picket fences never 
restrained me!"  But I left with empty hands. 

She went for bourgeois bland, for safety's sake, 
and never sees what's churning in her wake.

Pasta

Pasta with tomato sauce and basil please!
Or, white pasta with olive oil will do,
Steaming hot, slippery, sprinkled with cheese,
How about tagliatelle smothered in ragu',

Cannelloni stuffed with ricotta and spinach,
Thick lasagne layered with ham.
Please say it's pasta, please say we can.

Ravioli with potato filling dripping in butter,
Tortiglioni, penne, spaghetti, fusilli, I silently mutter.

Please say it's pasta, the good old red, white and green,
Please heap our plates and order us to lick them clean,
Pasta, please, Pasta.

My Favorite Food For Christmas

My Favorite Food For Christmas

Christmas Lasagne


Rich meat sauce and mozzarella cheese lasagne 
baked with mom's eternal spirit that still reigns as tradition.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Contest: Food 2: Holiday Connections
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Holiday: Christmas
Judged: 11/21/2015

Pasta

Pasta comes in lots of colours, in many shapes and sizes,
Each one does a different job, in several different guises.
The smaller the pasta used in a soup the lighter it will be,
It’s used to fill your tum, when you eat it you’ll agree.
Pasta sheets make lasagne, both vegetable and meat,
Quickly bringing families to the table to eat.
Spaghetti is a favourite too, of that you will agree,
It’s used in Bolognaise, one of my favourites for tea.
Macaroni is a favourite household American dish
Mac and Cheese recipes people think are delish.
Pasta can be filled with yummy food to eat,
Mushroom, cheese or vegetable parcels really are a treat. 
Flour, eggs and water makes a perfect pasta,
Beetroot puree makes it red and squid ink turns it blacker,
Orange is made by adding lots of tomato puree 
If you want it green, spinach makes it groovy!
If you make pasta at home roll it very thin
Fun to make, it hopefully won’t land up in the bin!
Whether long or short, tubes, shapes or frills
We all agree that pasta has all the skills
To make us eat our meals much faster
So come on mum, bring on the pasta!

Pinto Beans, Lasagne, and Corn Bread Haiku

pinto beans bubble
and so does the lasagne 
as corn bread rises

My Heart Has Changed Color

The rain beats down my window pane
Inside, I feel safe, devoid of any pain
The night is dark
The right time for an artwork

My heart is no more colored red
These days, it has changed its color
These days, it allows itself to be led
Being now multicolored, it allows life to take it farther

Farther and farther, I go in the discovery of its avenues
How delicious are those recipes that life brews
Sometimes intoxicating drinks and champagne
Other times it gives a dish as tasteful as a lasagne

Surely, life wills me to explore farther
Else why would it change my heart's color?
Why would it hold all of the world's color
If not to try to make of my days, something brighter!

14 April 2014

Our Day Out

Went out today for a drive with a friend
We'll go into the hills up to heaven he said,
Round hairpin bends,o'er hill and dale we sped
When I looked down the drop did I dread.

Through villages we sped, though not too fast,
That we couldn't admire the places we passed.
Then by and by we came up to our first stop,
T'was indeed heavenly, A herbalists shop.

We had peppermint tea and carrot cake,
I even got something  for my earache.
Pano Akourdhalia was where we stopped,
Carolines Garden, the place where we shopped.

Soon this tranquil rest came to an end,
Off to Polis, we sped with our friend.
Lunch time came and found us there,
In a quaint little cafe behind the town square.

At the Art Cafe where Tina Tamamounas, our hostess,
Our hunger did placate with village salad and lasagne.
Finished off with tea and 'man' coffee and my Cyprus brew,
When hungry, it is a place we highly recommend to you. 

The journey home passed without event,
A lovely day out and we all were spent.

Equine Lasagne

Has this lasagne
 Ever worn a saddle
 Or been ridden in the Melbourne cup?
 I'm Curious as I bought it
 In the supermarket cheap
 When the price of beef was up
 
Though as I sit here looking
 In the paddock next door
 Where a stallion is quietly grazing
 It occurs to me the lasagne you could make from that
 Would be both quantity and taste, amazing
                                GB

Liked Lasagne

He liked ravioli for breakfast,
Lasagne for lunch, 
Spag bol for supper,
Every day,
It was getting past a joke.

Weight Watching

Welcome to our world, when you step through the door,
Welcome to a world of loosing weight, more and more,
A plan of healthy eating, for you can hardly call it a diet,
From morning till night you munch, it certainly keeps you quiet,
Once you get the hang of it, its as easy as A,B,C,
The lbs dropping off for all to see,
All you have to do is count points,
Now so much less weight, to strain your joints,
Carrot cakes, and muffins, cherry bakewells and ice cream,
The weight watchers plan, is certainly a dream,
Curries and Lasagne, Potato wedges, fish pie,
All waiting, just for you to try,
Chocolate bars that when you eat, don’t scream more,
All of this when you walk through the door,
SO WHY DON’T YOU, do as I have done,
Join the class and have some fun,
At the moment, I have lost almost a stone,
So I am going to treat myself to an ice cream cone,
Only 4lbs to go, then I will have lost 10% of my body weight,
This plan really is a piece of cake,
So welcome to our world, just step in,
If you to, would like to be slim.

Pat Dring

Dementia

Rhythmical rocking out fourth storied window 
pane glimpses near faded play-dough 
corsages between sighs. The phone rings unanswered.
Brushing her hair with whose hand is that
must look for teeth soon, someone is coming may
have to smile wistfully at boy afraid of 
birthday party clowns danced all night and into the
courtyards of bloomers and buzzards armed to the teeth
must be looked for the breeze lifting umbrella
high hair mussed. Brushing with whose hand I held
off the coast of wherever was warm like
lasagne for breakfast with champions.
Rhythmically rocking and brushing with whose 
hand grasping teeth, she asks,
“Does my makeup look ok?”

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Macaroni and Cheese

'Tis well-known that any pasta concoction will always me appease,
But I reckon my all-time favorite is plain old macaroni and cheese!
Ah! That simple but hardy fare sets my old taste buds a-twitchin',
When my spouse announces, "Honey, supper's ready!" from the kitchen!

As far as I know Mr. Kraft invented this delectable mixture,
That has over the years become a staple American fixture.
'Tis easy to prepare - on the box is the simple instruction,
And you won't clutter up the kitchen making a big production!

I've sampled exotic pasta dishes in romantic Roma and old Napoli,
Such as fusilli bucati, vermicelli, lasagne, fettuccine and ravioli.
They were scrumptious but if ever my palate you want to tease,
I'd prefer a hefty helping of plain old macaroni and cheese!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
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Placed No. 7 in Linda's "Pasta Paradise" Contest - August 2010

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