Long Noodles Poems
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it is one of those dinners
leaning in the doorway, she is working
to her, this is a simple one
spaghetti ala Carbonara
she explains it to me as she processes
pancetta is meat from pork belly
salt-cured in black pepper, other spices
made with egg, hard cheese
prefers to use the spaghetti noodles
altho other kinds of pasta are used
you may also use guanciale for pancetta
she fluctuates between Pecorino, Romano
for her hard cheese
before her, i also varied my cheeses
white and yellow American cheese
which soon disappeared in our marriage
leaning in the doorway
i am enthralled still as i watch her
years have only increased my ardor
and i do listen to her every word
upon the plate, it appears
garnishes with a grating of Parmigiano-Reggiano
topped with parsley
bread smothered in garlic, cheese liberally sprinkled
salad of spinach, kale, arugula, topped with
cherry tomatoes, black olives, her own dressing
sworn to silence about the dressing ingredients
at dinner, she explains the eggs
they feed the chickens marigolds to add yellow
the creamy is obtained by correctly emulsifying
eggs, cheese
using some of the water used for the pasta
i have heard every word
never taking my eyes off of her
now you may ask, hasn't she said this before
i will tell you, i heard every word
this is the woman
to whom i was reading poetry
on a park bench, a ritual in our lives
where love walked us to the aisle
praying Cupid would grant my wishes
unleash a quiver of arrows
suddenly streets were amok
full of beggars upon horses
she reached over and closed the book
then said, shut up and kiss me
my patience is at wit's end
love is mysterious in its ways
it is inside humor we share
over a plate of spaghetti ala Carbonara
outside the world dances in its din
the furnaces of stars churn away
and not once have the marigolds
at this table produced nostalgia
for my yellow American cheese
i have heard her every word
it has kept me on my toes
that life never presents her
at wit's end
3/5/19 Kismet
(The Noodles sung to the tune of The Blessing)
I will boil you
And eat you
May the spices taste upon me
And be brothy to me
My spoon lift this
Chicken flavor
And let me feast
I will boil you
And eat you
May the spices taste upon me
And be brothy to me
My spoon lift this
Chicken flavor
And let me feast
Ramen, ramen, ramen
Ramen, ramen, ramen
I will boil you
And eat you
May the spices taste upon me
And be brothy to me
My spoon lift this
Chicken flavor
And let me feast
Ramen, ramen, ramen
Ramen, ramen, ramen
Ramen, ramen, ramen
Ramen, ramen, ramen
May this flavor be upon me
And a thousand little spices
And with chicken and more noodles
And more noodles, and more noodles
May this flavor be upon me
And a thousand little spices
And with chicken and more noodles
And more noodles, and more noodles
May this flavor be upon me
And a thousand little spices
And with chicken and more noodles
And more noodles, and more noodles
May this flavor be upon me
And a thousand little spices
And with chicken and more noodles
And more noodles, and more noodles
...
Sunday, October 3, 2021
Change the Record Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
Ground brisket and red bean chili over rice
,...................
Deep fried spaghetti noodles w/zucchini
and bacon and marinara sauce
..............
Teriyaki Roasted pork or
Teriyaki Roasted turkey
W/ broad noodles and vegetables
.............,........
........beef half smokes
In carmelized onions and green peppers
Sweet potato pie
Bourbon carmelized
Pecans
And cheese cake
and brownie yeas
turnovers w/ coffee and rum
.........
.........................
Sourdough cinnamon rolls
With apple and radians
And brown sugar Carmel
.......
Smoked boneless rib sandwiches
Slathered in bbq sauce
One a toasted
Bun w/ the fixings
Served w both sweet potatoes fries
And our English chips
Don't forget the pickle!
..........
I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched the little fellers hunched over with their over-loaded packs.
'Tis a wonder the little dudes don't develop a twitch in their sacroiliacs!
I wore overalls and shoes that I was told by Mom I'd better not scuff!
Nowadays, kids are sportin' Rebok shoes and all kinds of fancy stuff!
If they don't have the latest and greatest, they're bound to pitch a snit!
Appearances mean everything even to kindergartners, on the face of it!
To begin school in days of yore, I was required to supply a pot of glue,
Couple of No. 2 pencils with erasers, ruler, ink and a ruled pad or two.
Wrapped in a newspaper for lunch, a baloney sandwich and apple for a snack.
When my grandkids showed me their list of supplies, I nearly had a cardiac!
Included were - a backpack, Rigatoni noodles, crayons and composition books,
A cell phone, calculator, protractor and for reading, one of those fancy Nooks,
Facial tissues, scissors, a ruler, colored pencils, pencil sharpener and erasers,
Elmers glue, Ziploc bags, a ream of paper and plastic dividers to use as spacers!
One change of clothes in case of accident to include underwear, pants and socks,
Disinfectin' wipes, three-ring binders and a padlock for individual locker locks!
I am caused to pause and ponder how we "oldies" got a solid education,
Sans all the geegaws and fancy frills that are now required for graduation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
They bought a property that was located on a seafront.
It was a beautiful creek that needed a long driveway to gain access to the place where they were going to build.Dong Tao Pollo. the guy siad speaking clearly out of what had been the conversation. Hungry am I, he spoke of food and his desire to end a pointless conversation. "look the damn man, bought the dirt, and needed away to reach it. He wished tto see the creekside shores, but he had know way to reach it. Dozer Man call him up to gain your way to access. What the name of your dirt road, the Dozer Man spoke over the roaring engine. "Brimm Karst Blvd" Where we raise Wagyu Beef. And where we #-D print beautiful things. Dong Tao Pollo, and we plant onions, garlic, herbs and Leeks. Hogs for lard, for crisped up Sweet Potato Croissant Treats. Fruited Drinks with wine and beer might we toast with fluted glass. A party with 15 pounds of noodles, sauces and meats, and vegatables to spretch out the taste and flavor. Chorest me, don't you agree a sweet sorta endeavor.
2/3 cup crown royale
1 cup of pomagranite molassas
1/4 lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of cayeene pepper
1/4 cup of olive oil
4 tablespoons of garlic
5 tablespoons of ground onion
!/3 cup lemongrass
1/3 cup of catsup
5 tablespoons of strawberry preserve
Mary's fork is flat and harnessed.
Ageless her husband had witnessed
Amusing. She downs spaghetti
Noodles with a glass of ice-tea.
Kneading though air perfect noodles,
Take care if thickens it curdles.
Water is flavored with pork grease,
Bit of salt, makes a masterpiece.
Her incessant labors all day
Yielding prudently toils away.
Tomatoes, garlic, onion,
Basil, parsley, in abundance.
Steaming scent of oregano.
Weaving sauce up to her elbow.
Her success catches its flavor,
Hungry bellies ought to savor.
Whoever short, narrow verged shape
The human body can't escape
The obvious hold fallacies,
Provides a wealth of calories.
6/27/2022
A Merger With Food' Contest
Sponsor Natasha L Scragg
they dug deep trenches in the forest
cut down large trees
to cover these trenches
they made rooms
and covered the logs with clay
and piled dirt atop, and
used leaves to make it appear as if
they were walking on solid ground.
they made a chimney deeper in the woods
to allow the smoke from campfires to escape the top
of the underground fortress
for months and months they lived in the forest
they found the underground to
be comfortable in winter and in summer
it allowed them to study the doings of
the Romans
and they often blended into the crowds when festival occured.
saying they were from the north country
or were children of the savages
that lived in the wintery woods
they even said they were vikings there to appease Caesar
the woman of the village cooked foods regularly and the people from
the underground would use ingredients from Naples and Florence
to feed their troops
they ate Faros, Italian couscous and noodles and tomato sauces from the cities
and thought they were wise and clever
as they sent messages to the armies of the Nomads.
they never thought they'd be caught since they had been there so long.
for ten years they
lived in these types of living spaces.
Until one day a man named Zois walked into the woods and spoke loudly saying
a Roman fleet was enroute to them
they had been discovered seven years earlier
it would be wise to leave before the Roman horse bought their
chariots and soldiers to the area. and then.......................
tune in tomorrow for the conclusion to
Beyond Caesar!
Some say I’m picky.
I say I’m not.
I won’t eat raw noodles out of the pot,
But watch me scarf them down when they’re piping hot.
Wait a second.
I change my mind.
Today I don’t like noodles.
Some say I’m crazy.
I say that’s true.
I do not care if any of my clothes match, or my shoes.
I don’t even care if I have shoes at all.
Ouch! Oh, that hurt!
I change my mind.
Today I want my shoes, and quickly!
Some say I’m spoiled.
I have to agree, sometimes I am.
I’m spoiled with the amount of people I call my friends.
I’m spoiled with the number of people I call family, or clan.
Wait a second?
You say you’re related to me?
Today, I’m not adding any relatives, sorry.
little ducky
here i am
submerged in my thoughts
about a lone duck in a pond
first, why is she by herself
second, why didn't she eat the rice,
or bread
i think,
i think
what a life
what a habitat
... here she is in a pond,
with a waterfall,
mind you
on the grounds of a hotel
can it be so bad?
or is this not a safe haven,
sheltered from the elements
harms way, predators
obviously this is the good life
or is it?
i look at the duck,
so content
in it's own little world
swimming in circles
without a quack, or playmate
it was like looking in the mirror
i see workers leaving food
how nice
what got me is little duckie
is so human
in the pond i see leftover bread,
rice,noodles,crackers
all snacks that workers brought
i see duckie ignoring the usual foods
and swims over to the rock that held a black donut
yes little duckie going for the sweets
i don't blame her
you only live once
... in one nibble she eats half
uncanny, just like me
chew her food?
nope
it was like ... gulp ...
uncanny, just like me
... uncanny i found a moment
in time that touches my heart
it feels good
connie pachecho
3/18/17
Matzo pasta does not have noodles
Kosher for Passover has rules by the oodles
Even your collie or poodle has to abide by these rudles
And eat leaven-free treats --- not exactly apple strudel
At first it's not bad, I mean life without bread
After four or five days, though, you're out of your head
It's not just bread, after all, it's pizza and crackers and beer
What you wouldn't give for a cookie, just a bite, just a smear
So now we're all counting the days: four, three, two, one
We just cannot wait until all these restrictions are gone
And we get back to normal...order a pizza dripping with cheese
Just hold the sausage, of course; that's not kosher either, please