Long Roast Poems
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Octopus spinning twisting terrifying tentacles.
Witty witch showing black magic doing miracles.
Vampires flying all around displaying wide wings.
Kids of ghost with long teeth laugh loud and swings.
Ghostly gibbous Moon peeps through clouds, winks wizard.
Nocturnal owl whirling eyes turns back to attack limping lizard.
Lovely lioness left lazy lion embracing lonely leopard.
Unicorn washing curvy horn in blood with glycerin soap
Demons playing tug of war with venomous python as rope.
Opponents were gang of giants: Scary monsters notorious.
Black spider crawling, jumping, running rushing ferocious.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window .
Moon cast ghostly shadow on shrubs in adjacent meadow .
Weird witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton roast and burnt butter toast.
Kids of ghost carve sweet swollen pumpkin
Valorous vampire , howling wolf jumped in.
Gang of ghosts danced merrily with kith and kin.
Vigorous going on scary Halloween dance
All are exulted , hated to miss the chance.
Kitty cat danced standing on its paws
exhibiting strong spiky curdy claws.
Violent viper, always hyper continuous shedding tear
' I love you, Dear ' to whisper close to my ears.
Jumper Vampire hugged me swift to inspire,
gifting me a shiny sapphire : Me about to expire .
Green-eyed black cat chasing macro mouse wagging tails.
Vultures and hawks coming in flocks ringing jingle bells
Me in party at haunted house trembling and heart fails.
Vegetables are so versatile I use them every day
Such lovely shapes and colours, they are so bright and gay
I always use them in my cooking
Or eat then raw when no one is looking
What is there not to love about the humble carrot?
I peel it tenderly, chop it up and feed it to my parrot
Broccoli it always gets my pulse racing
When it’s steaming in the pan, round my kitchen I am pacing
Potatoes are so wonderful in every shape and style
Boiled, baked, mashed and roast, so totally versatile
I’ve just discovered butternut squash and make a tasty soup
I bake it first and boil it, its taste makes me cheer and whoop
Mushrooms are my favourites I would eat them all the time
Sauted, raw or stuffed with cheese they really are divine
Tomatoes are so colourful and full of lycopene
Its hidden away inside them and it is never seen
Brussel sprouts you either love or hate
But no Christmas dinner is complete without them on your plate
Parsips and turnips are not my favourite food
I will eat them occasionally, when I am in the mood
My love of veg will never fade
I buy organic that have never been sprayed
Vegetables really are so good for us
My family eat them without any fuss
The humble pea is the love of our life
If they are not on the plate I’d not be a good wife
Swede and carrots mashed together
I eat it with ground black pepper
My ode to veg I think is fine
I want them to be my Valentine
They help to keep us strong and healthy
With veg in our lives we are truly wealthy
The Skeletons rap in the dark,
Droppin' jokes with a spark and a bark.
They roast my whole squad,
"Tried to dress thunder up as finesse".
Skeletons guardin' secrets like they
Trademark.
They rattle stories nobody tells,
The ones tucked immeasurable where
Silence resides, old grudges, old lies,
Tears nobody cries-
They keep it all locked in their Skeletons.
" Your family hid strife they say,
"And tried to sweep chatter away".
But Skeletons don't dismiss from the mind
They replay every debt-
Whisperin' what folks won't disclose.
They clown down the memory lane to soften
The blow, but every gag still lets truth show.
Cause secrets don't fade, they just hide in
The darkness until the Skeletons decide to let
Go, and everyone of them hits like a door you
Finally open. And everyone of them knows
What the family won't say outloud.
2 Cups of cooked seasoned mustard greens or spinach
if with rabbit and chicken would prefer mustard greens
with fish and chicken would prefer spinach
drained and cooked greens .
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1/2 cup of cooked chopped bacon
!/2 cup minced mushrooms
1/2 cup of chopped onions
5 Tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of pine nuts
1/2 cup of feta
1/4 cup of heavy cream
1 teaspoon of ground ginger
2 tablespoons of olive oil
mix well.
one turkey breast filleted and butterflied skin off.
stuff turkey with greens
fold and wrap turkey skin around the stuffed fillets.
season turkey breast and coat with
mixture of lemon juice and
melted butter.
cover in foil and roast.
"ThanX_Givin Told Christmas
This is My Darn Musick!
Ya'll gone now!"
A bassoon cost $350.00
The Bassoon and Piano Lesson costed
$600.00.
It took him Four weeks
to get the rhythmn.
Two weeks to catch the two.
Four weeks
to play groovy.
Found ah Gal at the mall
Took Movie
and now he thinks he got the bluees.
They say that the tall ships are going to sea,
but I don’t know what tall ships see.
Now does that make any sense to you?
‘Cuz it doesn’t make sense to me.
They say that a pig went off to the market,
I’m assuming there wasn’t a fair?
And whether he had his roast beef or none,
Tell me, why in the world do we care?
If Peter makes pickles from peppers or not,
I’d wanna know: dill, sweet, or hot?
And whether a peck is a little or lot,
‘Xactly how does that add to the plot?
There’s nothing quite like a dead cat bounce,
‘Cuz dead cats don’t bounce very high.
'Tis a strange phrase you hear all the time,
And frankly, I don’t know why.
These nursery rhyme stories don’t make any sense;
They’re really not terribly deep.
Monotonous rhythms that hopefully
Will send the kids off to sleep! To sleep!
Will send the kids off to sleep.
I throw my hands up in the air
And wonder what was going on over there
The ship has just dock at sea
And the coast guards were running after thee
And tugs boats were standing by
To send an urgent message to the mischievous sky
The sea crew had gathered around
To put the pieces together that had gotten burn
The ship was attacked and the petrified crew had to evacuate
but the mission arrived just in time
To rescue the divine, the damage was not great
And in seconds the ship was already on its way
The attacker was shot dead with a pillow over his head
And so the traffic at sea rolled on
And the birds are singing a merry little song
They are flying around in droves
Piloting the ship at seas as it
embark on another mystical journey
There is no drama at seas when
you have freedom and liberty
there is no drama at sea
when you up hold your dignity
they have been living on the ocean for years,
Traveling here and there
Learning about the mysteries of the world
And making friends with great sage of the mountains
They visit some exotic town and join the party all around
They had Peru roast pig straight from the ground
And German beer coming straight from the fountain
Chinese and Japanese food was in the mix and Indian cuisine
Spice up the scene, they had some British casserole
And American barbecue ribs with onion and salad dip
the experience is sobering
so book your ticket for the next
world wind journey
They have cabin for two
and one reserve specifically for you
There is one for hot grand mothers and
Cabins for promiscuous grand fathers
And if you are a busy writer
There are cabins with a view
To create your masterpiece for the evening news
There is something to suit everyone
So book your ticket and come along
We will travel all the continents
With courage in our hands
As we travel along
The traffic at sea is thick
And the boxes are full of gifts
Reserve your tickets
And get ready to sail with me.
I am just a mile away if you are looking for a place to stay
I am just a mile away if you want to start a brand new day
I have coffee and cream in my up and garlic bread toast with
Thin slices of pot roast and a touch of César salad to blend
I am just a mile away if you want to relax, I have everything
That you need for a perfect setting and all the convenience for an exquisite dwelling; I have French cuisine the one that you always imagine in your dream, I have French onion soup for lunch and lamb shank navarin and many more dishes that you can choose from
and if you don’t like my taste you can try Italian romantic paradise and good company to make you smile. I am just a mile away if you have lost your way, I have Chicken Scarpariello, bracoile and Italian casserole
and all the courage you seek to make your spirit bold
I longed for an early morning breakfast to relax and watch the sun rise
I can see smiles all over your face and I heart inditing a good matter; the moment is finally drawing near when the sun and the moon will cross over the hemisphere and we will all emerge out of the dark and the universe will meet at last,
I am just a mile away.
She glanced at her phone
Sipping cold brew, now mostly ice
Chocolate foam, sweet escape
Could barely soften her sighs
He was late again
An hour, maybe more this time
Could hear the sky applaud
Rain drops made a rhyme
“Black coffee for A. G.,”
Barista called; time uncurled
A memory long packed away
From another life, another world
This cafe still had that corner booth
Their laughter sweetened each sip
Dreams brewed stronger than coffee roast
And one dark day, love lost its grip
“Hi.” said a voice, soft as dusk
Her pulse forgot its age
He stood there, wet rim glasses
Those dark brown eyes, and ache
“It’s been so long… how have you been?”
He said, with half a smile
She tried to speak, but memories
Spoke louder for a while
He’d aged over years, a silver trim
The voice still held that tune
Face calm, but she felt a stir
Like a wind around a dune
His wife was waiting
Said it twice, yet stayed
Silence filled the space
In the life they lived, they made.
Brief embrace, decades dissolved
Two souls in pouring rain
Their eyes locked, thousand whys
Then distance fell again
She sank back in her chair
A teardrop slipped unseen
Waited a little longer for her man
Wondering all that might have been.
I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.
I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to shoot for the pot,
Which really hit the spot,
As I could do that without seeing a single sun spot.
My Possum is really quite delicious,
Even if slightly malicious.
I have a habit of making a stew out of rabbit.
Visitors are big on anything made from pig.
It would be a mistake to miss my venison steak,
Or duck out without some roast duck.
My ham and eggs are never green, though quite lean.
Mushroom soup with homemade bread will keep you fed
Til the rest of the food is prepared
You can grub for hu hu grubs for me to roast on sticks.
My roast parsnip contains no arsenic.
I don't have to tout for my trout.
Or make a deal for a pie made of eel.
You can make a toast while I tend to the roast.
Or if you prefer give the gravy a stir.
I won't get cross if you give the salad a toss.
Or set the table if you are able.
We can talk while you find me a fork.
Afterwards I will let you judge my fudge.
If you can still budge.
And I will find some liquor that is still pure.
My apple pie with cream piled high is really worth a try.
Pears with homemade wine are quite divine.
I have an art for the apricot tart.
And you won't get over my Pavlova.
I bake my cakes with fresh eggs which seems to please the hens.
Our honey is worth the money
And our jams are in favour for their flavour.
I produce a cheese that aims to please.
My biscuits soon stray from the tray.
If you want any thing more fancy we can look in the pantry.
With skin cancer on the rise, I think I am wise
In getting up early to watch my bread rise.
Though I am still game to go outside with my gun by my side.
But when the sun starts to hurt the eye,
My oven goes back on high for when you come by.
If you stay the night you can dance under moonlight
And wish upon a star from afar outside of a car.
Wouldn't that be more fun than going out in the mid-day sun.
With your true face scared to be exposed.
HALLOWEEN NIGHT Mono Rhyme
I was not at all scared but brave to boast
arranging Halloween party being the host,
offering chocolate cake and butter-toast
whisky, beer with chicken and turkey roast,
to flying vampire, venomous snake, scary ghost,
wicked witch, crucked and cunning most,
Nocturnal owl screaming sitting on post
on a Halloween Night at remote sea-coast
10/12/17
Edited on 10/23/21
'Halloween Monorhyme' Contest
by Caren Krutsinger