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Candles and nightlights flickering bright,
blackout curtains shutting out the moonlight.
Snuggle down cosy with blankets tight,
perhaps the war will end to-night.
Dripping setting from Sunday's roast,
spread so thick on Monday's toast.
Meat bones simmer on the old gas ring,
Pa's homemade soup,the 'real thing'.
Paper chains cut and glued,
beer in glass bottles brewed.
Christmas puddings with threepenny bits,
the Meccano present made to fit.
Sunday school outings upto Coombe hill,
my first ever train ride,so quite a thrill.
Walks over corn fields to the Bugle Horn,
crisps and lemonade upon their lawn.
A weekly soak in a round tin bath,
towelling off by a fire in the hearth.
A viewpoint from childhood scene,
growing up at sixteen,Beech green.
Penning delicacies
Like chocolate eclairs
Lemon chiffon
Colorful words, affairs
Of the tastebuds
Delectable shares
Light and appealing
Nothing compares
To heavenly puddings
Sweets like prayers
Promising goodness
In poetry and prose
Scrumptious words rise
Detailing mouthwatering
Thoughts, lovely pies
Capturing the silent joy
Twinkling in the eyes
Of those mouthwatering
Desserts who baptize
The tongue in delight
Nothing can disguise
Such yummy satisfaction
The empty page cannot know
Ways to cleverly melt
Prose with pleasantness
Here in the bible belt
Where we know our sugars
Blended with heartfelt
Palatability, allure of desserts
Who bring such deep-felt
Ecstasy from the soul who knows
Appetites are alive, indwelt
By such luscious gratification
Writing of honey loving tastes
In saccharine hearts, devoted
To pleasant flavors,
Both tangy and light, quoted
By legendary authors
Poets – writers who noted
The savory enchantments
Found in confections, coated
With powdered sugar
Floating in syrupy delight, voted
The best part of life
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
May 5, 2022
Some folks like food that’s smooth to touch their lips;
which does not come in chunks or crunchy sticks.
They take their tea in leisurely small sips
or eat ice cream with lots of tiny licks.
I rarely ask for smoothies or for yogurt,
for puddings or for bland and jiggling jello.
I much prefer the entrees to dessert
and something hearty over something mellow.
To salty, crunchy foods I gravitate:
popcorn and potato chips and nachos,
and on my plate some food to masticate:
pasta, pizza, burgers, fries or tacos.
A large hot soup can soothe my appetite
if served with lots of crackers I can BITE!
For the the Screwed XII Poetry Contest of Rob Carmack
from 10/6/2013
THE BELLS OF CHRISTMAS
ARE RINGING
PEOPLE THE WORLD OVER
ARE SINGING
WE WHISPER OUR WANTS
TO OUR FREINDS
THEY GO SHOPPING AGAIN
EGGNOG AND PARTIES ARE SWEET
COOKIES AND CAKES FOR TREATS
WE GO CORALING, SINGING
CHRISTMAS SONGS
SNOUTING WHISKEY,
AND SINGING ALONG
I BOUGHT MISELTOE FOR KISSING
AND A CAMERA FOR REMINISING
BRING YOUR MITTENS
IT'S GONNA BE COLD
SOME TISSUES TO WIPE YOUR
NOSE.
I PACKED A BASKET WITH SANDWICHES
AND STUFF
SOME COSSEINIPS FOR HER
AND THAT OLE' RASCEL PUFF.CIGARS TO SAY CONGRADULATION
CHAMPENGE FOR TOASTING AND SAYING
THANKGIVING TURKEYS ARE EATIN AND GONE
THE BIRDS FOR CHRISTMAS
JUST KEEP COMING ALONG
CUMNIPPING AND SALUTATING
WHILE SCROOGES AND CORALER DEBATING
RUM, TUM, RUM AH-LOG DEW WITTY DEW
A CARD FOR MY PREACHER
AND A BIG KISS FOR YOU
SPICE IN SEASON ARE ALL AROUND
BUTS AND PUDDINGS ARE BAKING
SEASON GREETINGS AMNND SALTATIONS
SANTA'S GONNA SAY "HO, HO, HO"
PEOPLE WILL SAY SHE -AH DOOZEY CHEERY
SI OH !
SPEAKING OF THIS SPEACAIL CHRISTMAS
MOMA AND DADDY WILL MISS US
SOME WILL BE CATCHING CHATERED FLIGHTS
OR FLYING THE CHEAPSEATS
WON'T THAT BE NICE
WE WILL SING MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND IF THE NEIGHBORS ACT LIKE THEY DON'T HEAR US
WE'LL GO CHORALING SINGING OUR SONG
WE'LL PRACTICE ALL DAY SO WE WON'T SING IT WRONG
SPECAIL PRESENTS WILL BRING A TEAR,
THIS TO ALL
A MERY CHRISTMAS
AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
When I want to cook others beg me to stop.
I once baked a cake that when rolled could hop.
We made it into balls and watched it go down the walk.
Some of it was whisked away by a determined chicken hawk.
Hope that bird does not die, my sister said.
She loves to cook, can make pies, puddings and bread.
If I try to make a hamburger, it scorches black in the pan.
I am the worst cook in Kansas, you can ask my man.
Out of desperation he learned to cook.
He is a really great chef, can maneuver the nook.
Which is to say the kitchen which I begged the builder to leave out.
That put his knickers in a knot, the man swore and gave a shout.
She does not cook, she is really bad at it, my husband explained.
I was going to try cookies yesterday, but everyone complained.
They have cleaned up my messes, and none wanted to do it again.
Luckily I live close to my baking, cooking sister; she is my twin.
CANDLES&NIGHTLIGHTS
Candles and nightlights flickering bright,
blackout curtains shutting out the moonlight.
Snuggle down cosy with blankets tight,
perhaps the war will end to-night.
Dripping setting from Sunday's roast,
spread so thick on Monday's toast.
Meat bones simmer on the old gas ring,
Pa's homemade soup,the 'real thing'.
Paper chains cut and glued,
beer in glass bottles brewed.
Christmas puddings with threepenny bits,
the Meccano present made to fit.
Sunday school outings upto Coombe hill,
my first ever train ride,so quite a thrill.
Walks over corn fields to the Bugle Horn,
crisps and lemonade upon their lawn.
A weekly soak in a round tin bath,
towelling off by a fire in the hearth
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro
From peacock and spruce,
to Vandyke red and orange,
raw and sepia umber's meld
in an autumn palette collage.
Scent of burning fires
rests upon nostrils,
clasped in chill air,
as dew builds to frost
upon the ground.
Sunny hues in autumn
bring puddings pies and
cookies baking in the stove;
their crusty golden tops
give way to the bite
and the gentle soft interiors
melt across the tongue.
I look out on the yellows
reds, greens and oranges
as they jigsaw together
and am unable to stifle
the smile.
10-8-2020
progress COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(23) any theme any form
Brian Strand
Blackberries to me are one of natures fine treasures
Fruit jewels that give many culinary pleasures.
The berries are versatile with nutritional health benefits
And wildlife safe haven under densely grown thickets.
Nature gives plenty for us all to share
But be aware and pick them with care.
Covered in thorns over each entwined stem
Defence of its own blackberry briar realm.
Nutritious, low calorie and naturally sweet
These are a favourite fruit that I eat.
Now that I have a large ample supply,
Time to decide which recipe to try.
The popular apple and blackberry pie
Ah, just the thought makes me sigh.
Next - apple and blackberry crumble
My tummy agrees with the sound of its rumble.
Jars filled with luscious blackberry jam
For dinner blackberry-mustard glazed ham.
Blackberry juice or homemade wine
Both very tasty and simply divine
Cheesecake, cobbler, trifle, cupcakes,
Ice cream, muffins, puddings and milk shakes,
Tarts, flapjacks, sorbets, pavlova.
The latter being my sugar rush supernova.
So many recipes from plenty to choose,
Oh what the heck! What have I to lose?
Only the weight that I will probably gain
And removing the odd blackberry stain.
Your Thoughts On Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponser Matt Caliri
Written 06.08.22
Welcome she said with a chopsquirrely grin.
I was entranced, and enthralled, and I quickly ran in.
We have puddings, cakes, omelets, hamburgers too.
What can we bring little ‘ole you?
Immediately at ease, I looked around at their chrome.
The restaurant was spotless, and I felt quite at home.
Tenderloin and fries, I told this beauty with a wink.
Having no idea what was back in the back in the sink.
For they chopsquirrel you here, when you do not suspect
They are creeping up behind you with an axe at your neck.
They knock you out senseless with the very first blow.
Now I know why this is a restaurant where others don’t go….
The north wind blew and we were home
in front of a roaring fire amid perfumes
of plum puddings, pies of spicy mince,
fruit cakes, marshmallows and eggnog.
All around the warm sitting room
colorful balloons, tinsel, and ribbons
lighted our house with joy,
trees blinked their softened lights
as we munched hot chestnuts
and drank sweet punch and cognac.
The south wind blew hot and humid.
The earth was arid and unproductive.
Children crawled on thin emaciated legs
bellies rumbling with hunger
and mouth parched with lack of dew.
Blow oh north wind, for we are safe,
Who cares what happens in other spheres?
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At least go everyday to this site and click on the help food program button. It will cost you nothing.
The Hunger Site .