Food Nostalgia Poems

They keep on rolling as the incoming, rapid waves splash,
and with them they bring an army of hungry shellfish;
a cemetery of shells pave the long...

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I did half a cart wheel
once pooped a quarter
don't ask
OK, i also tried the dog food
the crunchy stuff wasn't bad
I'll still eat the last cookie...

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   Too stoned to care
     wild eyes and hair
   My friend and I dare
   ...

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from your first born, when you grab a dusting of talc, crushed with late night feeds, stirring in bouncing and stories on a knee,

adding a...

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Sixty years have passed.
No one knew how to spell its name.
No one knew when it first opened.
It was forever, like the infernal summer heat.
It stands...

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No healthy oils
but beef dripping kept
solid in a white enamel 
can with a lid
in a cupboard under
the oven. Reused until
too dark and heavy 
with sediments,...

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Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep...

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There’s no time for poverty
When there’s magic in the air
So long as there’s food 
There’s no need to care,
And a watertight roof 
Over a persons...

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Gold externals
of kernels sweet
corn culls butter....

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Cooking with garlic and oil
Chopping peppers and chives
Crinkling aluminum foil
Running water over dirtied knives

Cutting boards strawberry stained
Slicing apples and poaching pears
Steamy facials from pasta drained
Sizzling...

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The salmon tasted like the seashore, 
like salty air and gulls crying,
flying overhead on the cold breeze. 

It tasted like relatives coming together
around a picnic...

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three thirty, exact
the bell
        jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
  the afterschool
match

tuesday
  my weekly treat
   awaited on...

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Dancing

We were married in the Spring. 
Everyone came... 
It was a beautiful day, 
that I will re-live in my heart, 
again and again, forever and...

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Dripping setting from Sunday's roast,
spread so thick on Monday's toast....

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Traditional Sunday lunch
Of a forties child-
Mother's succulent roast beef
With Yorkshire pudding,
Gravy,spuds,carrots,
Cauliflower.
Cheese !



Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007...

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