Pasta Poems

My Cooking Adventure

Today I declared war
on my own laziness—
no more delivery apps,
no more surrender.

I would conquer pasta.

First victory:
water bubbling on the stove.
Time to add salt—
but my hand betrayed me,
half the shaker tumbling
into innocent water.

The pot became
a miniature Dead Sea.

Fine, I muttered,
tossed in the pasta
and drifted to my phone,
already tasting glory—
al dente perfection.

Minutes melted by.
Then—the horror:
pasta demands attention.

I

PASTA WORDS-

The voice of the gathering screams respect choir
Hopes for spoon fed tongues devouring
Words letter base syllable flowers

Who reads the broken words?
Who hears those the sentences stirred?
Such a hot salty mess alphabet soup poured

Intense emotions screams hot salty mess
Yearning for connections
 Hopes for spoon fed tongues 
 Feeding the masses Sensory overload 

Alphabet soup poured down

Tale Of Italian Pasta

People are weary of free stuff
No one want to try his pasta
Cause we all know for a fact
That "nothing in life is free"
His slogan say, "pasta for free"
He cried seriously cause no one wants to try
He believes his pasta is delicious
Until, one suggest to change his slogan
To " sample the best pasta of Italy"
He did

Ode to Pasta

You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of.
Unending shapes and sizes.
From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette 
and squiggly fusilli.
As my tongue tastes morsels of your saucy tubular goodness,
I compose a rhyme of the ancient marinara to atone
for my over-the-top pasta love.
Stuffed, plain, buttered. Swimming in Sunday sauce.
The tastiest were those plain whites

Pasta Love

How do I eat thee? Let me count the ways:
sauced, buttered, plain,
sprinkled with Parmigiano Reggiano,
pesto, pancetta, bacon.
Rowdy rigatoni, flamboyant farfalle,
perky penne, funny fusilli, lovely linguini,
spunky spaghetti,
personality abounds.
An atavistic love affair
with semolina goodness
in all shapes, sizes
like my three Aunt Rosas.
Dear pasta,
I count on you
for your depression-lifting goodness,
accepting no impastas!
When you end up in hot water,
you come

Pasta

Cook pasta for free
For diet, brunch, nap or party
Suit yourself a day.

500 Pounds of Pasta

Along a Jersey creek, somebody
Made a crazy find – 
500 pounds of pasta had been 
Somehow left behind.

Whoever dumped the noodles
(Mainly elbows and spaghetti)
Isn’t known, but word got out and
There was lots of wordplay ready.

“Pastabilities were endless,”
Was reported and, as well,
“The perpetrators need
The penne-tentiary,” I heard tell.

My favorite was the mastermind
Whose capture is the aim.
Though

Pass the Pasta

Love pasta in any way shape or form
It's basically all the same stuff
Different shapes, sometimes filled
Proudly I'm a pasta buff

With cheese or meat and tomato sauce
Making me drool right now
Might not be able to finish my poem
Heading for the kitch......

Take a Bite of My Pasta If You Dare

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,

Casa Della Pasta

from a street
in Cartagena
stepping
suddenly

into a 

restaurant
so Italian
surely i was
in a time warp

for i

i was still
in Colombia but
fooled by the food
so authentico

and even

the wine was 
from Italy so
after paying
my bill

instead

of using
the usual
gracias i just 
had to say

grazie

Death By Pasta

If I die before I wake

I left a Pasta Bake

In the Fridge

And if I say so myself

It was to Die 4

Pasta

Since when has pasta taken over as the meal preferred
Doesn't matter the name, even if it's one unheard
We'll try every one
They're all yum yum
Just hearing the word pasta and my taste buds surge

Spinach Pasta Delight - the Epulaeryu Style

~ Spinach Pasta Delight ~
( Epulaeryu )


Pasta dish is a delight
Tomatoes, spinach
Some basil, oregano
Onion, add garlic
Pasta penne, cook
Bake it all
Wow!


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017




July.13.2017




'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.' 
- Mark Twain- 


~Author's Notes:

 The 'Epulaeryu' is a poetry form or style that was developed by Joseph Spence,

Pasta

Sold this soul so long ago
to a single-horned devil named hunger
Like my ancestors did
The transgression we all previewed in talks between bowls of spaghetti
dragged out into late nights in old Italian Garfield
Slurped it up along with such knowledge
and that knowing blow minds
Cerebral confetti
Just fragments of sanity whisked through the air

Lineage, a long line of knaves

Pasta Disaster

I once met a fat lady called Nettie 
She ate plate after plate of spaghetti
Her face looked a real mess
Pasta splashed on her dress
She reminded me of a huge yeti


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