Perfectly browned crust crumbles,
Each nut swimming in golden bubbles.
Crunch of roasted nuts delights,
A southern grace, a special treat whose
Nutty shards cling to my teeth.
Pie that's topped with whipped cream.
I'll dream of it tomorrow while
Echoes of molasses linger.
there stands
such
a gracious
elderly lady
positioning
herself
in the confines
of my fenced
back yard,
silent
as she speaks,
nor moving
her limbs
until the winds
comes
to rob her
of her dress,
swaying green
fabric,
but still
proud,
full of life
bearing
her children,
not
one or two,
but countless
numbers
all held close
to her breast,
growing,
waiting,
now,
in the late
time of fall,
each child
ready
to free
themselves,
a wave
goodbye
as she
reluctantly
watches
them
leave home.
How can a cookie be solid and heavy
yet be a crispy delight
Taste of heaven in each bite
melts on your tongue
vanilla and pecan
as you crunch and chew
Savor the flavor mellow and whole
magic shortbread cookie a wonder to behold
Not so sweet but so much fun to eat
Pecan Sandies a true cookie treat
A favorite off the grocery shelf
so delicious and made by elves.
butter pecan
with that salty happy taste
It melts with an icy liveliness
Just right with those crunchies
Delighting me with their extra oomph
And who could dispute that buttery base?
butter pecan
With hot fudge
or plain in a sugar cone
Nothing more delightful
ask my tongue
I built a platform between my house and the fence to dry out my pecans.
A squirrel stole some of my pecans and showed no remorse when I caught him.
He continued stealing right before my very eyes as if he had 'a right' to do so.
In fact, he passed within two feet of me, stopped, and stared me in the eye.
Not only did he disrespect me, but he had absolutely no fear of me.
I'm no mind reader, but I was able to read his spirit and bad attitude.
I would venture to say that he was annoyed by me as he said to himself,
"Would you leave me alone, because I'm only trying to feed my family!".
08252017PSContest, Animal Nonsense, Kevin Shaw
PECAN PIT STOP
A soft Spring breeze sweeps us off the highway,
down serpentine paths, hushed pastoral roads,
past simple wildflowers, and golden rows,
and pecan trees - the harvest of a country store
with tables of pies, chocolate, assorted nuts.
A pleasing plethora, a habitual stop.
More than halfway home, spurred on fore twilight,
our suitcase swimming close to the equator.
3rd Place
5/8/2017
Brian Strand's Spring Standard contest
Poetry Form: Hexaduad
It’s bad
It’s rad
we greet it as a friend
don’t want to see it end.
Its presence we have missed so much
all winter long without its touch
its praise unsung
kissing our tongue.
Yet our faces would pale
if we stepped on the scale
In self-abuse
we must refuse.
Decadent Pecan Pie
Crunchy caramelized pecans topped with whipped cream.
By Nayda Ivette Negron
11-5-2015
For Food & Our Memory Connections
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Second Place
WALK IN THE DOOR TO A LOVELY SMELL.
THE SMELL OF PEACHES COOKING MAKES MY MOUTH WELL.
LIKE AN OVER FLOW OF CINNANOM SPRINKLING AND CRUST CRUNCHING
THAT MOUTH WATERING DELITE
PUT INTO A BOWL AND WITH A DOUBLE SCOOP OF THIS COLD ICED
BUT SOMETHING NICE, TO BRAIN FREEZE MY MIND
TO TEASE ME WITH THIS WONDERFUL PECAN DELITE OF ICE CREAM
IN MY HEART MAKES ME SCREAM
WITH JOY OF THIS SWEET PEACH COBBLER
BUT NO TURKEY GOBBLER
Fine chopped walnuts and pecans
Crunchy gold pie crust
Golden caramel color
Sweety corn syrup
Sugary filling
Rich dessert
Good
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