Soupers as lovers unite, with spoons and bowls held high,
All soups from broths to chunky chowders, they'll try.
Making steamy affairs in poems that burn and delight,
To fill the world with soup, that's their plight!
With spoons like scepters, ladles toppled full for the fight,
They struggle as wordsmiths with all their might!
Adding chillies, spices and herbs, to en-flame the brew,
They take aim with stakes to drive into apathy's stew.
So here’s to all soupers, lovers of muse, noble and true,
As they dish up their broths, lost souls, to bring to,
With their bouillon and bisque, mulligatawny and minestrone.
Let's say bon aperitif to them all, with a hoot, yippee and whoopee!
Categories:
mulligatawny, muse, poetry, poets, soulmate,
Form: Rhyme
Mulligatawny, soup for you,
Uniquely, peppered, seasoned through,
Lots of ingredients, we might use,
Lentils, a mustard seed or two,
Interesting flavours, we might choose,
Garlic, chillies, tamarind too,
Adapting, finding, something new,
Trial and error, tastes good, it's true,
Always learning, that's what we do,
Warming, nourishing, filling too,
North, South, East, West, the whole world through,
Your soulful bowl, of poet's stew.
Categories:
mulligatawny, appreciation, food, imagery, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
QUIRKS
I once had a friend long time past
Who was wont to always break his fast
On cornflakes not with honey and milk
But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk
Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat
But when I do I must specify that
The brim must have ketchup, and then the crown
Will need Mulligatawny soup to wash it down
I have penchants predilections and preferences
For which others give tolerance and deferences
Like playing Wagner while eating beef jerky
And some other things that are just as quirky
I can ride a bike when not too far
Sitting backwards perched on handle bar
And though not Welsh, but from English stock
I can pronounce Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
In choosing twixt the Burgundies and Bordeaux’s
I adjudicate by colour and by nose
But if the menu’s fish and chips with mushy pea
I’ll settle for a nice cup of tea
So live and let live and we’ll get along
With our whims each singing a different song
These fancies, whether from Venus Mars or Saturn
All add to life’s rich quirky pattern
Categories:
mulligatawny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Years ago He put a spark in Her eyes, the Sweetheart ----- LINDA- MARIE
She “LOVED” him then , as she “LOVES” him now the --- POETESS
With Her pen and paper , She writes Poetic Artistry So ---- EXTRAORDINAIRE
The LOVE in Her eyes, transfers to the ink; She winks my-- SWEETHEART
Any form, any style You read, know what She is thinking--- Of
Her eyes sparkle now , YOU can see the LOVE in Her ----- POETRY
A flavorful combination of words like a tasty Mulligatawny-- SOUP
your silent beau, you my “Soul Sweetheart” always you and-- I
I light 60 candles upon my birthday cake for you I make a -- WISH
Everlasting LOVE as shines in the mirror of Your Eyes for --- YOU and RON
The Happiness of a long awaited LOVE an Entwinement of --- ETERNAL
Togetherness FOREVER to ALWAYS be a LOVE of Heavenly -- BLISS
I LOVE YOU
Dedicated to the Sweetheart of Poetry Soup ( and Me )
Linda-Marie and Her Long Awaited LOVE, RON
Categories:
mulligatawny, family, friendship, lovelove,
Form: Free verse