Nachos Poems | Examples

An Amazing Son

An Amazing Son
 I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
 I enjoy spending time with ya.
 All my belongings will be yours one day.
 You will carry out my last name.
 I miss you when we're not together.
 When I’m gone, I will still be with you forever.
 You're growing up too fast.
 Together we have a blast.
 You're always eating all my food.
 Never run out of nachos.
 You're an amazing kid.
 One day you will be a grown man.
 I’m always here when you need me.
 Wecould hang out and watch T.V.
 You have a great imagination.
 You are my son.
 One day, you can read all of my writings.
 Wecan go out for some chicken wings.
 You always make me laugh.
 All the girls will be chasing after ya.
 The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
 You can be whoever you want to be.

Floaty

Let's float together 
Laugh alot
Combos, nachos 
Hit the spot 
Other things
That feel so good
You know, I know
Understood

Ode to the Bowling Alley

I like the sound these funny shoes
make slapping on the wood,
I’m no league-bowler, that’s for sure,
but most folks say I’m good.
My buds and I meet here sometimes
to bowl a couple frames,
which mostly means beer and nachos,
a break to keep us sane.
The kids are off at the arcade,
and yes, they still have one,
playing games that I have to say
were old when I was young.
Bob is probably the best of us,
rolled a 280 once,
while Edgar truly stinks at it,
but plays just for the fun.
The balls always give me trouble,
holes too big or too small,
some seem like they’re drilled for children,
fingers don’t fit at all!
When we star we’re still competent,
bring in the strikes and spaces,
but the beer brings some gutter-balls,
at least they’re done with flair.
Thank God our wives can drive us home,
they’re up in the case,
gossiping about this and that
in their usual way.
May not be the crazy night life
they promote on TC,
but there’s good reason we have so
many bowling alleys.

The Brain-Heart Test

In what good has it all come to
In my imaginary mind?
We roll through the wake of the water,
Goddammitting our way through.
Rising with our victories.
Cursing in our swift descents.
Buddhists are laughing on the shoreline.
I’m selling popcorn on the boat.

Sharing a Little

   Growing up, I was 'muy macho'
     (from eating Cheerios, instead of Nachos)

   My younger sister thought she was faster than me
     Well, I'd show her -- Ha, ha; he hee  

   We raced across two front lawns into an empty lot
     We bet five dollars on the race to sweeten the pot

   I took off like a rabbit, I wanted that five dollars bad
     At the empty lot, I looked back to see what chance sis had

   She'd given up, the money was mine 
     At which time --- 

   I ran into a rockpile, turned my ankle, started to cry
     Pictured my friends' laughter: You're faster than your sister
                                                              ~ you 'muy macho' guy

Deprived

A hundred miles North of here,
there are lonely shy sasquatch's
elderly crypto beasts
that roam the small woods
between gray urban sprawls.

I'm told they live on picnic snacks
discarded by occasional 
slow-walking hikers.
Corn nachos, cheesy puffs, 
the odd half-eaten egg sandwich.

It breaks my heart to hear
that they have no medical care,
nor any meds to take
when they get a tummy ache.

Breakfast Tacos

Oh, I love my breakfast tacos;
Appropriated are the best.
Not those nasty squirt cheese nachos;
They're just too hard to digest.
Man, I love the unique flavors:
on the go with latinx.
Jillio is seeking favor,
Show that chica some respect!

New Year Eve Party

Having a party to welcome the New Year !
There will be a great variety of canapes,
and popcorn in flavors, 
hot chicken wings,
cheesy nachos and tacos, 
tear apart garlic bread,
meatballs in a spicy barbecue sauce,
and fruity, frosty margarita's  !
Eggnog custard tarts and Bourbon brownies,
a white chocolate cake with Baileys,
and at exactly midnight we will all
toast the New Year . . .  
with sparkling popped champagne 
in fluted glasses! 
Disclaimer: I will not be responsible
for your hangover on January 2 ! 

_________________________
December 30, 2019


Poetry/Epulaeryu/New Year Eve Party
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1212-647-30
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France

Poems About Kidnapped Cats

Poems about heartache, 
Poems about knees.
Poems about lost love.
Poems about cheese.

Poems about lettuce,
Poems about tacos,
Poems about kidnapped cats,
Poems about nachos.

Poems are coming out of my fingers.
Poems are coming out of my nose.
Stand back, dear friend.
The poem on you has suspicious glows.

Salad Days

What should have been my Salad Days (but I was young, not wise)
were filled with pizza, nachos, pastries, candy bars and fries!
Many years I spent repenting when those days were through,
and there are not too many diets that I did not do!
However, in my 60’s, I found at last the key
to losing weight most healthily and effectively.
Priority I usually give to plant-based foods. My goals
are eating things organic and lots of vegetables.
Love smoothies, stir-fry, home-made soups (tomato, broccoli
and so much more). My Salad Days I’m living happily!

June 2, 2019
For Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Olives

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

Grandma's Kitchen

Yellow cabinets, like sunflowers are planted on top of floral walls,
the sink is clean; the lemon scent still lingering in the corners, 
the cooker whistles, and the sound echoes excitedly, bringing smiles to the waiters, making Grandma herself hurry to the stove. 
The smell of meat overpowers everything; as every second passes by, our mouths salivate childishly. 
Awaiting Grandma's voice, soft and sweet, calling us to dinner; a lovely family reunion. 
She mixes the curry, places the rice on the table, sets everything in place; a perfectionist. 
Round table, for everyone to join, none to miss. Laughters and stories pass around like a bowl of nachos and chips. 
Clinks and clanks of utensils and glasses, Grandma's face is lighted up, with love and happiness.
Dirty dishes, finger licking fingers, stained stove, but in the end, for Grandma, it was all worth while; her everyday life story told in short.

The Cafeteria Lady

Do you see the way she looks at me
As she asks what I'd like to eat
I'm not sure of what to say to her
But was that just a wink?

I'm not the only one standing here
That m'lady wines and dines
Yet another school year
In the Cafeteria line

You know she had me with the hair net
Matching the color of her eyes
The sexy way she slops spaghetti
On the plate next to my fries

There's really not a lot
A young school boy can do
As I dream about her from breakfast to lunch
In one continuous drool

She's the Cafeteria lady
Not to keen on her collard greens
But she does serve up a mess of mean
Nachos and young school boy dreams

Potholes

11/22/16


Got to get that cheese pronto

Those that talked guano

Got hit with an uppercut combo

mano a mano


I had a dog named Bronco

And landlords named Helga and Poncho


Knew this lady that lived in a condo

And worked at Costco


Cargo

Being shipped worldwide, even garbanzo



Jane and John Doe

Still trying to win the lotto



Roads smooth or full of potholes



Article after article on Monsanto

Business and vacation trips to Cabo

Valuable art pieces done by Picasso

He wanted a Gallardo and she wanted a Murcielago


Beauty can be seen from Lake Tahoe to way beyond Morocco

Regardless of it is or is not in a grotto

I like a lot of music from the DMV and Chicago

Songs made with many instruments such as the bongo

On any fish, beef or chicken taco

I'll stack toppings like cheese, tomato, sour cream and avocado

Girl didn't know how to cook anything including nachos


She called me el diablo

But never el chapo


At the end of this they're going to hate, or congratulate and say bravo

By: Dalton Ogletree

Losing Nachos

I fly JetBlue for their snacks, TV's
And lots and lots of flights.
Doritos is my favorite snack,
Providing yummy bites.

The flight attendant just revealed
That, in this airline venue,
These Nacho Cheese delights
Will soon be taken off the menu.

Though Cheez-its will replace them
(Both have Cheese within their name),
Every snacker would agree that they
Are nowhere near the same.

To the top execs of JetBlue -
Word of mouth might cause a break
For your loyal Frequent Fliers
Might just switch for your mistake.

Do not sacrifice our Nachos
Thinking it could help our health.
If we start to fly United, 
It just might affect your wealth!

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