Long Pancakes Poems
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MARRIAGE GOALS
What a colossal list and express phenomenal;
I enlist the daily dose of making her laugh like Hyena,
And evoke unseasonal smile like Harley Quin,
Unleash all romantic poetic armoury on my Queen.
Just like King Solomon, I'll write her classical notes,
Breakfast in bed of nutty pancakes, Ricotta strawberry and oats.
Tease her, not in a rush, till she begins to blush,
And joy starts to torrentially gush...
compliment her till she turns pink
as we skate gleefully on ice rink.
Make love with her mind and soul,
Wise word impartation is the seed I'll sow
until her name changes to Wisdom.
Fulfill our conjugation and exercise marital freedom
Learn a lot from her like my loving mother,
And every potential discord we'll both murder!
As her Bride, I'll Groom her in the way of the Lord,
Fanatically imbibing & feeding positives from my taste bud,
monetise our skills and use all our God-given gifts,
resonate in unbridled sex like freaks in the creeks,
Producing bedroom evidences as we raise our kids, bringing up our seeds even more than I was raised.
And continually, Christ name will only be praised.
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Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme
Copyright©November2022
very morning i hear her cycle chains clanging,
changing gears on the curvy corner down the street,
it makes me wonder if she has wavy brown hair,
matching chocolatey eyes full of summer hormones,
i stuff my mouth with pancakes
chewing on the fantasy of us cycling down the beach,
tyres sinking in the sand, dancing in the sunrays,
my blue summer dress flowing like the waves
that caress the seashore &
her yellow hat with mellow tinges of the sun-
i wake early the next morning to see her,
cycling down the street but all i see is
an old mail car rattling & tattling across,
i return home feeling like a yak, buried
somewhere under the piles of fury thoughts on my back,
but i like it this way,
the way the summer girl with her yellow hat
will just pass by my house every morning &
yet again I will just imagine meeting her,
finish my pancakes and nod my head to
the loneliness sitting on the couch.
Encamped in the local IHOP patio
Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup
I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions:
To march defiantly down Mt. Stack
And wage a ruthless attack on
Defenseless over-easy eggs
Acting quickly, I wield my fork
Digging trenches in my pancakes
I flank the enemy, staving off
This unprovoked act of aggression
Victory!
Only in that moment do I lift my eyes and notice
A brood of young sparrows
heralding their hunger
The chevron of hang-gliding geese silently
sailing to destinations unknown
Majestic Monarchs flitting
stoically southward
And rival suitors:
An iridescent hummingbird and an industrious bee
Romantically pursuing myrtle blossoms
The canopy of cerulean blue
And all the life within its realm
Resolves my thoughts from war to peace
Note to self:
Don’t forget to look up
So versatile is the potato.
It’s orange; it’s yellow; it’s white; it’s sweet.
It’s baked or boiled; it’s mashed or fried.
It’s served with poultry, with fish or with meat.
I love to cook, and I have for you
three recipes for potato dishes.
Not too expensive, they’re easy and fast.
But best of all, they are most delicious!
A Tator Tot casserole I love to bake.
With my company, it’s always a hit.
Ground beef fried with onion is mixed with creamed soup
and the bag of tots! Bake with cheese over it!
From my childhood comes the twice baked potato.
I’m sure you’ve heard of it – bacon and cheese.
But try some canned tuna with canned green beans.
Top with good cheese; microwave; it’s a breeze.
Last is a recipe that I obtained
from the time that I spent in Madrid.
The Spanish omelet’s really big there.
This is a recipe that I “redid.”
I fry chopped potatoes and onions in oil.
Salt and pepper it; drain off the oil when gold.
Stir in lots of eggs till it’s moist and thick.
In omelet shapes this mixture should hold.
Onto a large griddle, pour each omelet shape.
Turn them like pancakes when each side is done
I’ve Americanized it by adding Tabasco,
melting cheese on it too; this food is so fun!
These are just three dishes made with potatoes.
I have many more. Do you think you could make
at least one of these I’ve described? Let me know!
And I hope you already know how to bake!
July 28, 2019
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep
No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs
Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it you know I would
Save the grease for extra flavor
Bacon is the taste I favor
Bacon bits make a salad palatable
Bacon strips make liver eatable
Bacon is the real deal
Bacon Bacon for every meal
Bacon cooked with cabbage
Without it life is savage
Bacon is a dog's favorite treat
Forget Fido let me eat
Smoked with hickory or applewood
Cured with sugars is understood
Crisp or chewy Yum Yummy Yum
Maple or peppered give me some
Baked, microwaved or fry
Without it kiss life goodbye
Bacon Bacon fills my freeza
Best part of any pizza
Bacon can never be eaten raw
Buy precooked if no time to thaw
Bacon makes a wonderful jerky
Bacon is pork never turkey.
from somewhere within
I am still a bit “childish”. Age hasn’t diminished my desire to jump in puddles, blow bubbles in my chocolate milk, tease my siblings. In my youth I was “encouraged” to grow up and stop acting like a kid. In my old age I am discouraged from acting like a kid and told to act my age. I still make vampire teeth out of carrot sticks and blueberry smiley faces on the pancakes. I find a great joy in leaving surprises for my grandchildren, a leaning magna-tiles castle, a stuffed animal parade in the hallway. I am told that when they find these displays or the toys hidden under pillows or peaking from a cupboard they shout: “PAPA DID IT!!”
impish memories
soft sounds of tiny footprints
from somewhere within
©6/27/2022
Like a Child Poetry Contest
It smells like sprinklers
hot pavement
And dirt
the sky is six different colors
And the cicadas sing at six different octaves
my face is red
Hair wet with sweat
From chasing the cat
Around the yard
Barefoot in the grass
That morning momma had made chocolate chip pancakes
With butter and honey
She braided my sisters hair while I sang “blank space”
By taylor swift
Screaming over the speaker which played wide and loud
And the squirrel stole the seeds from the birdfeeder
And the night before
Daddy read us one bedtime story
Even thought my sister had begged for two
We sat sulking in our princess dresses
That smelled like old toys
And home
Daddy closed the book
And turned on the galaxy light as he walked out
Made sure the door was ajar
To let the light in
And let the cat in
And four years before that I was new
And red
And I smelled like baby powder
Hospitals
Blood
And
Life
My skin was soft
and i screamed
Momma didn’t wear makeup
or cry quite as much
My sister just learned to walk
and she held me with shaking hands
And just then
Everything sounded like music
and summer never ended
Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your next of kin, or neighbors you have got
Even for those teenage boys, ...(the ones who eat a lot!)
Let's see you fry a stack of cakes that tower on the plate
The stack is high,...but folks will sigh with happiness inside
So get the griddle piping hot, and warm syrup too
And don't forget a pot of jam and marmalade is good!
Applesauce, gets an A+ ,.......and often gets applause!
Yes you can! Whip some up.....it's as easy fix to do
No need to go to I-Hop. Just make them on the spot
Wake them up to something yummy
Fill a tummy, make 'em happy, maple syrup needs some sopping
Buckwheat makes the grumpy jolly, just stir the lumps out 'til there's none
And someone's sour mood is gone, when sourdough is stacked at dawn
Flapjacks wake the sleepyheads, before they run straight out the door
They'll turn right back to have some more .....three or four, or five or six
Butter oozing down the sides, sticky syrup glazing eyes.....mouths will water
hear the laughter.....add some nuts, or raisin eyes, make a face a big surprise
Yum! Yum! Yum! M & M's add some fun, and add a chocolate prize!
And if you dare, to be so bold
Flip your flapjack, pan-fried gold.....Just grab and hold your frying pan
It 's in the grip, ......then flip ! You can !!! And if you're lucky it will land
upon the plate........not on the floor, across the room,......
but one mistake......, just mop it up, and try it all again!
Practice tennis while you're at it,...Ping pong too...., and batter-up.....
Up it goes........and down it comes........Something yummy for your tummy
Pancake's, flapjacks .......hotcakes, hoecakes..
Pick your favorite, flip them high........ make them small or any size
Make a ton........!!! It's worth a try !
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For Didactic Food Contest: sponsored by Tammy Reams
10/5/15
There are many reasons Deborah and I are excited to be great-grandparents…
Not only do we love being called GREAT!
but our minds are awash with all the new and wonderful experiences that await.
We smile thinking of all those moments…moments we’ve yet to make
Like Deborah taking Violet shopping for girly clothes, cooking together…
and all the cookies they will bake.
Imagining all those memories with her we are going to create.
those nights we’ll babysit…which we already know from experience
are going to be great…
All those holidays, family get-togethers, dinners, game nights with
with our new little baby girl…
All those precious moments in the wings waiting to unfurl.
My mind quickly stirred up memories
of when our children and grandchildren were small…
a varied and exciting mix…
of making pancakes in different shapes and sizes…
of all my dad jokes and magic tricks.
You see…
It’s been a long time since I have been adorning
colorful pancakes in shapes and sizes
for a child on a Saturday morning.
And my dad jokes and magic tricks
which were great when they were new….
have lost a little of their luster as our those children grew…and grew…and grew
So I’m looking forward to dusting off my old dad jokes and prestidigitations
and introducing them to Violet…and a whole new generation.
Yes, as wonderful as I know all our new experiences with Violet will be…
I can’t wait for those moments when she looks at me…transfixed
as I make pancakes for her on a Saturday morning
and regale her with my tried and tested dad jokes
and some awesome magic tricks.
The sunlight glitters through the curtain
Creating small beams of soft light
As we sit eating at the dining room table
A breakfast of eggs, bacon and pancakes
The morning scents are fresh and sharp
Bacon and coffee and orange juice
With a scent of soap from the showers
We’ve all just had before gathering
After breakfast, we all start toward the door
Ready to be on our way, where we’re going
To school, work, office… wherever we go
There are always these gifts to go with us
Gifts of sharing in the warmth of the sun
As it drifts through the details of a curtain
Gifts of sharing the morning delights
With assurance we’re filled with goodness
Gifts of sharing a morning prayer at the table
Whispered softly and thanking God above
For all the sweet joys we’re sharing together
Joys of gentle faith, great hope and sweetest love