Long Penne Poems
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My hubby said "Honey,...you pick!...Let's go out to eat!"
I jumped up and said .....,"Let's do Italian! Oh, what a treat!"
The waiter came promptly, handed a menu to me
There are too many pastas.... Oh, what will it be??
These names on the menu....so many to try
I'm confused ....what to order...just pour me some wine!!
Penne is money, and Linguine....a far away place??
Ditalini......sounds like a medicine.....when an ailing heart races!!
Fagiolini.....or Rigatroni......aren't those Operas to sing??
Canneloni is a weapon!....And (un) Ravioli....which is happening to my brain!!!
My poor hubby is starving....grabs his fork, and starts to doodle
So I finally make a decision......."Waiter,......just bring me some noodles!!"
~ Spinach Pasta Delight ~
( Epulaeryu )
Pasta dish is a delight
Tomatoes, spinach
Some basil, oregano
Onion, add garlic
Pasta penne, cook
Bake it all
Wow!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
July.13.2017
'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The 'Epulaeryu' is a poetry form or style that was developed by Joseph Spence, Sr. The name of the poetic form was selected as a result of experiencing the Mediterranean and Far East cultures, and enjoying many succulent and nourishing meals and food during those memorable travels.
It’s half pasta ate won chilli winter’s knight sew we staid in cider
Eye maid sum doe four my bred
Aye got in a pickle with sum flower, but I donut carrot all
Eye'd ewes plane knot self raisin flower
Witch meant my doe wood knot rise
My butter half is always wanton moor meet
He should be grapeful eye feed him eggcellent meals
Men can bee sew shelfish!
I’ve had to prawn my chocolate coins to feed my honey
Eye got sum cheep wild bore it was reduced and knot deer, it costa won penne
He says he wood help me cook but there isn’t mushroom in the kitchen
He’s always beefing about and deserves a roasting for his waffle
Butt when he says aye look radishing and sofishticated
Aye have to curry on as eye love him berry much
He’s bean sew suite toddy, he’ll be after a pizza the action later…
He butternut squash me, Oreo he will be mincemeat!
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Lasagna, linguine, spaghetti, ravioli, macaroni too
Is there any pappardelle for me and for you?
Here is marinara sauce lavished on angel hair
Sure try to take a bite of my pasta if you dare.
Shrimp scampi, chicken, blackened salmon. Why not?
Bucatini, vermicelli and fettuccine hit the sweet spot
Chunky meat sauce with hamburger a plenty.
I would add more cheese, but there simply isn’t any.
That is not fettuccine you fake connoisseur,
It is obviously tagliatelle. Your pedigree unpure.
Campanelle noodles with her sweet ruffled edges
Rivals cavatappi which gives cheese rather soft ledges
Spiral shaped fusilli has groves and crevices galore.
Radiatori noodles? I love this the best out of my top four.
Elbow macaroni for the kids maybe. They think it’s fine.
But make a fancier dish if you don’t expect me to whine.
Butterfly like farfalle makes me smile and laugh.
Gemelli is too twisty; it deserves a lot of gibble and gaff.
Penne noodles are my least favorite. I do not like them at all.
I could only eat them six or seven days a week winter and fall.
Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia.
The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms, the trucks,
such comfort. The ancients knew this too
yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war.
How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed suffering?
That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any time a
majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not Kurds, Chechyns,
Tibetans and Armenians?
Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we debate
or whine about the other side winning and making a mess
of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with voting
machines,
what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq,
school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss surrounding the
little promontory life.
It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a good citizen.
Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet
two white wines.
How do I eat thee? Let me count the ways:
sauced, buttered, plain,
sprinkled with Parmigiano Reggiano,
pesto, pancetta, bacon.
Rowdy rigatoni, flamboyant farfalle,
perky penne, funny fusilli, lovely linguini,
spunky spaghetti,
personality abounds.
An atavistic love affair
with semolina goodness
in all shapes, sizes
like my three Aunt Rosas.
Dear pasta,
I count on you
for your depression-lifting goodness,
accepting no impastas!
When you end up in hot water,
you come out better than before.
You’ve stuck with me
through thick and thin,
mostly thick around my hips.
Pasta al dente, the choice
of strong Italian women!
The first tale made in the heaven talks about Adam and Apple
Apple is in the lives of people as a fruit of humble
All the gentlemen in gender born with a throaty Adam's Apple
Not New York but a song of Robert Emerick goes as Big Apple
"Apple Penne"(woman) also a song in Tamil composed comparing women to Apple
All beginners in English fondly say A for Apple
"An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away" as used in simple
Apple is dear and near to all people of able or disable!
Human genes set to the sense the one between Five and seven
The DNA of the Adam's Apple says Human,not from the monkey but Men and women
The Heaven is to home the Mankind is the God's intention
God asked Adam by a toss of test,whether Hell or Heaven
There came the Satan with an Apple and made Adam to say Hell not Heaven
Adam went against the Lord and for Satan is very old and in history
He was thrown to fall on the mountain of Adam's peak in Sri Lanka's territory
Adam breached the trust of God and was at the fault
Why is the whole mankind is punished to be in this Hell for no their fault?
Penne and spinach
with walnuts and gorgonzola
on top...ummmmmm.
All the fresh garden salad,
you can eat
and garlic bread sticks, too.
Black forest, cherry cheesecake,
with cherry syrup
rolling down the sides,
of a plate drizzled
the liquid chocolate.
Murals of flowery scenes
and music to set your mood;
old Italy permeates the senses,
while you dine in this place.
Bella cucina;
Such beautiful food!
Vita e bellissimo
quando hai cibo bellissimo.
Life is very beautiful,
when you have beautiful food.
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A squirrel named Lou lived up a tree
with tastes refined as tastes could be.
He’d sniff acorns, then pout and say,
“Again? I had those yesterday.”
One afternoon he found a plate
of spaghetti—fresh, al dente, great.
He twirled each noodle with such flair,
like a tiny chef with perfect hair.
He slurped a strand, then struck a pose
with parmesan dust on his nose.
He’d scamper off, then shout, “Encore!”
and steal lasagna from your door.
One day he tried a ravioli~
declared it “too square, too holy.”
But fettuccine made him sing,
and penne made him do a fling.
No pease porridge for me if you please
neither hot nor cold
especially not if what's in the pot
is nine days old
for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa
(no pottage slop)
I'm predisposed and have the propensity
to pour a potent potable
(pink plonk)
and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza
with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini
porcini plus a peck of pecorino on the top
even the penchant for a piccante prosciutto panini
or pass me a plate of penne puttanesca
with the proclivity for a platter of pinoli pesto
possibly pasta with parmesan
and I'm pleased to wine and dine al fresco