“Mark? Mark? Mark!”
“Yes, Jennifer.”
“How many women
do you know
who make their own
warm, foot bath
in a pasta pot,
and work on building
a cuckoo clock all day
and are completely
content?”
“Maybe two,
Jennifer.
You have
a split personality,
so maybe,
just one.”
One of us in enjoying
this snow day
much more
than the other.
Flavors vie for attention
Butternut squash cubes
Balsamic vinegar tang
Bold toasted walnuts
Parmesan, parsley
Subtle sage
Yum!
As all roads lead to Rome
(if not home)
and when there
I do as the Romans do
and pasta alla carbonara
is my favourite meal
not scallopini veal
could not have too much
pork on my fork
and as a kid for the nonce
received the nickname
'Bacon Bonce'
but when in Spain
my brain remains
mainly on a higher plane
(the mountain)
where I enjoy Jamón Serrano
(como el paisano)
produced with a quality guarantee
under the strict control
of and labeled
Consorcio del Jamón Serrano Español
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 the mouths
Of humanity alphabet soup
Complexity of language
And it’s meaning
Who reads the broken words?
Who hears those the sentences stirred?
Such a hot salty mess alphabet soup poured
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
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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 change slogan and reap the best of its success.
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 out better than before.
You’ve stuck with me
through thick and thin,
mostly thick around my hips.
Pasta al dente, the choice
of strong Italian women!
Cook pasta for free
For diet, brunch, nap or party
Suit yourself a day.
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 it might be just an alias,
Al Dente is his name.
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......
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.
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
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
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 ~
( 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, Sr. The name of the poetic form was selected as a result of experiencing the Mediterranean and Far East cultures, and enjoying many succulent and nourishing meals and food during those memorable travels.
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 dying depraved
Enslaved to the same lesson learned in the same ol' North Jersey Hell
The wolves were here
They had given birth to new animals
That feed off your strife, your tears, your loss
And I need to bleed you for it
to make the suffering come full circle
just as those before me did too
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