Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon
ordered marinara with parmesan.
When he finished up his plate,
he burped and hopped a southbound freight.
Writing history can be a crime,
when you insist that it must rhyme.
Manipulated raw bleached rolled wheat
Hard spaghetti facilitated
That melts in your mouth
Burns your eyelashes
Pinches your ears and nose
Blue marinara sauce. sauce.
That's too hot, so sweet to meet
All that's left
Is a dessert plate rabbit raw,
yet it all tastes great.
Crunck! Crunch.!
As I munch, yummm!
Thisravished raw royal spaghetti
8/16/26
by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Displease Custodian Cowboy
Anchor Through Paralyze
Bullring Chute Fallback
Floppy Faultlessly Eye
Cauldron Brandy Marinara
Nightshade Always Tragedy
Youthful Guard Hearse
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Elena's cooking is so much desired.
A wonderful chef, she is to admire.
Her Lasagna is all our favorite.
You want to eat slow, and just savor it.
Italian dishes are her Specialty.
Marinara sauce over Ziti with cheese.
She has many mouth watering dishes.
They are worth their weight in Gold
and riches.
A sweet aroma comes from her kitchen.
Great food there, you don't know what you're missing.
A wonderful wife and mother she is.
Judy and I, send her this Birthday wish.
May all your days be filled with love,
and receive great blessings from God
above.
May all your wishes do come true.
Great health and love for Gus and You.
Tavi G, Rusty, Judy, Me and Gaston
want to wish you Elena a Happy and
Wonderful Birthday today. God bless
you and Gus (Tavi) Briana, and my boy
Brandon.
stop signs and strawberries
lavish lipsticks and lovely lingerie,
ruby apples and scarlet satins
tasty tomatoes and tangy marinara sauces
cherries and cold cheeks
one of my favorite colors
Ground brisket and red bean chili over rice
,...................
Deep fried spaghetti noodles w/zucchini
and bacon and marinara sauce
..............
Teriyaki Roasted pork or
Teriyaki Roasted turkey
W/ broad noodles and vegetables
.............,........
........beef half smokes
In carmelized onions and green peppers
Sweet potato pie
Bourbon carmelized
Pecans
And cheese cake
and brownie yeas
turnovers w/ coffee and rum
.........
.........................
Sourdough cinnamon rolls
With apple and radians
And brown sugar Carmel
.......
Smoked boneless rib sandwiches
Slathered in bbq sauce
One a toasted
Bun w/ the fixings
Served w both sweet potatoes fries
And our English chips
Don't forget the pickle!
..........
Ground brisket and red bean chili over rice
,...................
Deep fried spaghetti noodles w/zucchini
and bacon and marinara sauce
..............
Teriyaki Roasted pork or
Teriyaki Roasted turkey
W/ broad noodles and vegetables
.............,........
........beef half smokes
In carmelized onions and green peppers
Sweet potato pie
Bourbon carmelized
Pecans
And cheese cake
and brownie yeas
turnovers w/ coffee and rum
.........
.........................
Sourdough cinnamon rolls
With apple and radians
And brown sugar Carmel
.......
Smoked boneless rib sandwiches
Slathered in bbq sauce
One a toasted
Bun w/ the fixings
Served w both sweet potatoes fries
And our English chips
Don't forget the pickle!
..........
A collection of eaters
sharp glints on dull knives.
Silver forking service
dunking bread permanently cancelled.
I do not like
a hot-mike talking dinner.
I do not like the tinkle and clatter
of plates and dentures.
I want to eat a hoagie in a dark closet.
Slurp my gravy on a lapping tongue.
Gustation and gab
the flap of white lining and napkins
no, I do not like it.
Spoon my soup
through a letterbox,
let me finger my food
in a gut gulping gestation
far from the marinara
the red stained drip of dipping neckties.
Give me a take away,
give me gobble space
some bones to stew upon,
but most importantly –
long before the crème brulee
let me eat
ALONE.
The electric candle flickers its soft amber light,
it is a beacon in the middle of the night.
The tortoise- shell cat is curled into itself to sleep,
its bed a pile of dark red pillows for its dreams to keep.
Today there was the urgent flutter of lemon yellow leaves,
as they fell through the warm Fall wind through the branches of the trees.
A man in his early eighties sat with his daughter on the walnut park bench,
His talk of the homemade marinara sauce he will buy on the way home for lunch...
Thin crust, golden brown,
zesty marinara sauce with hot pepper cheese
round discs of Canadian bacon with chunks of sweet yellow pineapple
Tasty banana peppers, a Hawaiian delight, homemade by me
My favorite pizza ever!
My marina-made
Merry marijuana
Marianas maze
Marinara; merrily
Mary may thee marry me.
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.
not neapolitan
pizza with just basil
cheese and a marinara
sauce sweet but oh so spicy
in Chaucer's time she
would have been a day's
eye as the sun crosses the
sky with all the flower heads
following failing
to capture her true
light as the day eases
into night and so to sleep
we become
a daisy chain
completing the
cyclical but not to
be the
forgetful
change of
life and our
limbs
on a stool
in my Nona's
kitchen sitting
watching there was
no food channel
it wouldn't have
mattered she had
no television
she was our
Italian Julia
Child
on a stool
in my childhood
i would watch
my Nona cook
without words
without recipes
a pinch of this
and three
bay leaves
for the
trinity
as time passed
before Nona
passed she passed
a rooted plant to
my Mum which
grew and then
before my Mum
passed she passed
some of the same
rooted plant to
me which
i planted now
walking in my
backyard smelling
the fresh scent of
Nona and Mum's
kitchen i cut
without
measurement
or recipe the needed
amount i know i need
oregano
i offered her
as an offering
my special
homemade
marinara
sauce
she said she'd
gladly eat
my noodle
i said honey
i said
penne
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