Long Salad Poems
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beef ribs, baked beans, and baby croissants drenched in butter
skewered shrimp, corn on the cob, and a loaded baked potato drenched in butter
baked chicken, bacon shells and cheese, and a taco salad with a dollop of sour cream
for dessert, two scoops of pecan praline ice cream on a freshly made waffle cone
give me about five essential oldies on my mind....let me see.....
....I Want Candy by The Strangeloves....Talk Talk by The Music Machine....
....There Is A Mountain by Donovan....You talk Too Much by Joe Jones....
....If You Wanna Be Happy For The Rest Of Your Life by Jimmy Soul....an
honorable mention here will be Love (Can Make You Happy) by Mercy....
you see, simplicity to me
is like making a wish under the apple tree
the heat in the shade does not matter
if the coolness of the day's feeling makes you yourself feel gladder
even if rain decides to fall,
being totally drenched will not halt your joy at all
for it is the love of yourself within you that takes the lead
and the relaxing rhythm of a natural prosperity that is similar to your noble steed
What is carnival without the music? What is carnival with the dance? What is carnival without the colors, what is carnival without a song? What is carnival without a date, what is carnival without the plate, you have got to get up and run, and get the colors into the sun.
Oh! Today is children’s day when you throw all the adult things away, and let the children be children again, you have children talk, and children walk, you have children heat and children seat to make the journey complete.
What happen to the children Art their music and their dance? Children love the colors as it drives away all their sorrows, children are fun so don’t dress them in dark colors it only brings on more sorrows. Children like the games and if they don’t play it will drive them insane, please lively up the children’s parade for this exotic carnival day.
It’s Notting Hill, how can you keep still, I see people lagging around and they are moving slowly around the town. There is something happy to think about, especially when you want to shout, turn up the heat, run up and down the street and wait for the drum beat.
You are on Notting Hill, you have to learn how to do the drill, there is plenty of food to eat so pick a dish and enjoy the fish, it’s all about the Caribbean and the Windrush generation; it is a family occasion on Notting Hill.
There is spicy food over here, curry, brown stew and barbecue, over there, Jerk chicken, jerk pork and American dish, but I prefer the savory dish. I like baked potato and butter, grill chicken and gravy for supper. I like to have it with a long French bread with ceaser salad to cover its head. Carnival is in the food and that’s good news. So get up and grab a cab and go to Notting hill.
Tomorrow is adult day so don’t waste your precious time away, get the color and the beat and wrap yourselves in colorful sheets, and turn up the heat. Cleopatra was a treat and she knows how to make the emperor's heart beat. Notting Hill will come alive when you start to smile. Tomorrow August 28, 2023 all roads lead to nothing hill England.
The pseudo-science
Cooking is not rocket science but would be cook has to
learn the basic after this he must discover why some
food doesn’t go well mixed with the wrong ingredients
The rudimentary is salt, pepper and butter and then
spices depending on the dish.
The food on the plate should look appetising but not
over-decorated, a cook should not aspire to be an artist
for that, he should go to an art school and paint Pretty pictures.
To put a bit of full-fat cream in some gravies
Is ok, but the dish should not swim in grease.
Always serve fresh salad and go easy on the potatoes.
What, pull up a chair now, and sit down with you?
That’s a lovely idea, I like it, I do!
I’m due for a break and the boss, he won’t care.
Yes! Hold on a moment, I’ll pull up a chair!
Now as for that salad, well . . . I’d rather not
I’m not much on rainchokes and wassava’s hot!
A sharkflower topping? No, let me suggest
Our Brazzul Bean Sampler, now that is the best!
Oh, this is great fun, but I’m sorry to say
We’re all out or lardines, at least for today.
But you’re right, it won’t matter what food we eat
Just sitting beside you is such a good treat.
Do you come in here often to the Cat Hat Café?
(So sorry, that long name’s just too hard to say)
Do you still have some room for that cragberry ice?
On a slice of green muffin, now that would be nice!
What’s that you say, you’ll be staying a week?
Then you must join us Sunday for some Hide-n-I’ll-peak!
Thank you for sharing this time and your lunch.
Will you join me tomorrow for a chat and some brunch?
after "Please Pull Up a Chair" by Becca Teagan
Olives
I like olives - so smooth and round,
wrinkled or puckered, by the pound,
from the deli or in a jar,
savory flavours, the best by far.
Firm and juicy, large or small,
ripe or salty, I like them all.
Stuffed with garlic, pimento slice,
those saucy tongues are pretty nice.
I like them as a tapenade.
On salad or pizza, they make me glad.
I like them ripe, I like them green,
sliced in marinara, petite or Queen.
Sprinkled on nachos, straight from the shelf,
green, black or purple, all by them self.
I eat them slowly, one at a time.
Or chomped on in pairs is equally fine.
Alfonso, Mission, Manzanilla,
Beldi, Gordal, Cerignola
Amfissa too and Kalamata,
Castelvetrano, and Taggiasca.
Dry cured, salt cured, soaked in brine,
to me they all are just - sublime.
Written 2017
'I'm Crushing On You'
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Freshly baked warm spinach bread
all nutrient packed
and sliced up thick for grilled cheese;
a tasty delight
for those colder nights
oozy cheese,
yum!
Tasty pumpernickel bread,
tuna salad spread;
mustard, mayo, pickle too;
chases away blues
awakens palate
ready lunch,
good!
Potato bread croutons in
a nice green salad,
blue cheese dressing poured upon;
garden fresh onions,
sliced up bell peppers,
fit for kings,
ooh!
Sour dough’s scent fills my kitchen
joyous aroma;
egg salad spread piled between
two slices, oh my.
for dessert some pie
tasty lunch,
Fine!
4-22-2020
STRAND PICK C,ANY THEME,ANY FORM Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
When you pack my luggage but won't pack my lunch
When you lock me out I get a hunch
When you put thumb tacks on the bathroom floor
I get the feeling you don't love me no more
I found hair remover in my can of Rogaine
The nail in my car seat caused me so much pain
When you microwave my favorite CD
I get the feeling you don't care for me
When you toss a salad but it's at my head
When you squeeze my neck until my face turns red
Then keep on squeezing until the red turns blue
I get the feeling that you think we're through
When you let the dog shred my brand new shoes
When you put a laxative in my jar of booze
When you say your nightmare began the day we met
I get the feeling that you are upset
When you cut off the arms on my overcoat
And try to put a rope around my throat
Then mix Ben Gay with my jock itch cream
I get the feeling you like to see me scream
When you lean an axe against the bedroom wall
And start putting needles in a voodoo doll
Then pull a knife and say come on let's play
I get the feeling I should go away
A day without Cheese is not a day worth living in
Despite my high cholesterol, I will pop another statin in
The texture, the flavour, the smell, the pure cheesiness
but to overindulge could lead you into queasiness
My perfect day, I’d have to say, if perfection I was seeking
A fluffy Cheesy omelette, would stop my bones from creaking
For lunch a nice Cheese salad, something healthier for me
Then an afternoon tea; for I'm English you see
Cheesy scones and sandwiches with cranberry and Brie
But my ultimate feast of the day would be
a soup made of Stilton and broccoli
With luxurious Truffle and Mac and Cheese
Such amalgamated flavours often bring me to my knees
Then finally my special treat, always instigates the swoons
A cheese packed Cheese Board just for me awaits to be consumed
Then off to bed, but in my head, I hear the words my Grandma said
Too much cheese brings nightmares on, so never eat cheese before bed
Now loud and clear, as if still here, my Grandma’s words inside my head
I stay awake, watch cheesy films, whilst scoffing cheesy snacks instead
Written 11th November 2018
Competition - Cheese
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
6th placement
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Contest Strand Choice W
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
There are people who never will eat
Food that’s left-over, whether it’s meat,
Salad, veggies or pie;
I don’t really know why -
Guess they simply don’t like to repeat.
That’s not me, for I so hate to waste
Food that one time my table has graced,
That it may take a week
And be slightly past peak,
But I’ll eat ‘til the very last taste.
To all those who are holding back sneers,
It’s okay, for the food disappears
And most times, I don’t mind,
But this week, was resigned
Since the kasha* was up to my ears!
*a grain served with pasta bow ties
(called kasha varnishkes), traditionally
served at the Jewish New Year
No Clowns Allowed
No clowns allowed; you’re not welcome here.
I could feel the other guests starting to stare.
We don't serve your kind, so be on your way.
But I really am hungry and would like to stay.
“Try McDoodles,” he said,” they welcome your kind,
It's right down the street, and I don’t think they’ll mind
Your crazy red hair and floppy clown shoes
It’s a good place to eat for people like you”.
Then all of a sudden, there came a small voice.
“That’s discrimination,” it said, “he should have a choice.”
That's such a big word for a little guy
“I learned the hard way,” was his reply,
Then the guests all stood up and walked toward the door,
“The clown stays, or we leave”, they said with a roar,
“Of course, he can stay, now please everyone
Let's all just sit down and finish our lunch.
The specials today are meatloaf and stew.
He turned to the clown and asked, ’What can I get you?’
A big ice cream salad and pizza with honey
And the owner just laughed because clowns can be funny.
You just gotta give them a chance, and you’ll see
That clowns aren't so different from you and me
And sometimes it takes just one little voice
To make a big difference when there should be a choice