How are you today?
My friends on Poetry Soup.
I trust you are feeling well,
And put your worries at bay.
I think Poetry Soup is a very apt name
A macedoine of people,
Not one of them is the same
A mixture of people
All in an enormous pot
Not vegetating
As we all write poetry a lot.
If we had to have a veggie name
I would choose to be a pea
There are many peas in this pot
Similar to me.
The pot is full of flavours,
Some are bitter, some are sweet,
Making taste buds burst to savour
A deep-rooted treat.
Belonging to PS
It has broadened my mind,
I question things now
More than I ever did before.
It has brought kindness,
And encouragement,
From Penpals to my door.
A beautiful mixture of
All different kinds.
Who at times beg to differ,
Or find a marriage of minds.
If you read this rhyme,
I hope you will see
The sincere thanks,
Appreciation and love
Sent to you from me.
Categories:
macedoine, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
she is an exquisite dinner
awakens taste with beguiling smiles
a platter of kindness
wrapped in delicate crepes
lips that promise
a selection of wines
set for any course you so desire
a delicate glass never empty
a macedoine salad
stolen from the garden
of some goddess
a bewitching soup
dipped from a cauldron
enchantment in every spoon
that reaches the palate
fruits that have come from far
and forbidden shores
an intoxicating sweetness that consumes
all of the senses
and finally the piece de resistance
what drove Greek sculptors to stone
she is sitting across the table
OKC 06/22
Categories:
macedoine, devotion, fate,
Form: Romanticism
Gulped in the morning or sipped at night,
For a host of debilities the doc says they’re right.
From consomme to Bovril and the dark marmite,
Even in your twilight years make you feel like a sprite.
Is it their viscosity that makes them the priority?
Or do they get us all pepped up and sometimes too naughty?
Drunk from a bowl or some broken cup;
Mother says they keep your spirits and your chin too up.
You can have them cold or real steaming hot,
Of the whole lot of liquids they’re a nourishing lot.
Thin or thick? If had in the nick,
Could save you from tiredness or falling too sick.
Ganished with macedoine, brunoise or the good old fried egg,
Make them your staple, you’ll sure shake a leg.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
Categories:
macedoine, health
Form: Limerick