Penne Poems

When In Rome

No pease porridge for me if you please
neither hot nor cold
especially not if what's in the pot
is nine days old
for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa
(no pottage slop)
I'm predisposed and have the propensity
to pour a potent potable
(pink plonk)
and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza
with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini
porcini plus a peck of pecorino on the top
even the penchant for a piccante prosciutto panini
or pass me a plate of penne puttanesca
with the proclivity for a platter of pinoli pesto
possibly pasta with parmesan
and I'm pleased to wine and dine al fresco

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 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!

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 it might be just an alias,
Al Dente is his name.

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, 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.

Miss Translation 2

i offered her 
as an offering
my special
homemade
marinara
sauce

she said she'd
gladly eat
my noodle
i said honey
i said
penne

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, 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.

Pasta

Pasta with tomato sauce and basil please!
Or, white pasta with olive oil will do,
Steaming hot, slippery, sprinkled with cheese,
How about tagliatelle smothered in ragu',

Cannelloni stuffed with ricotta and spinach,
Thick lasagne layered with ham.
Please say it's pasta, please say we can.

Ravioli with potato filling dripping in butter,
Tortiglioni, penne, spaghetti, fusilli, I silently mutter.

Please say it's pasta, the good old red, white and green,
Please heap our plates and order us to lick them clean,
Pasta, please, Pasta.

Simply Pasta

The strong, potent garlic, 
browning in olive oil, fragrance 
throughout the house. Pasta 
soon would follow. As we entered 
the dining room we could smell 
the sweet fragrance of fresh basil, 
an added invitation to sheer 
delight. 
Freshly chopped tomato and 
scallions fried, gave color to the
dish and last, the gray, delicate 
shrimp slowly turning pink. 
All then poured over a bed of 
penne pasta. Laughter filled the
room like a song. You could feel 
the simple elegance of dining 
with friends. A bottle of aged
Cabernet was poured... let the 
feast begin.

October 1st, 2015

Two White Wines

Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
      broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia.
The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms, the trucks,
such comfort. The ancients knew this too
yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war.
How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed suffering?
That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any time a
      majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not Kurds, Chechyns,
      Tibetans and Armenians?

Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we debate
or whine about the other side winning and making a mess
of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with voting
      machines,
what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq,
school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss surrounding the
little promontory life.

It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a good citizen.
Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet
two white wines.

Bella Cucina

Penne and spinach
with walnuts and gorgonzola
on top...ummmmmm.
All the fresh garden salad,
you can eat
and garlic bread sticks, too.

Black forest, cherry cheesecake,
with cherry syrup
rolling down the sides,
of a plate drizzled
the liquid chocolate.

Murals of flowery scenes
and music to set your mood;
old Italy permeates the senses,
while you dine in this place.
Bella cucina;
Such beautiful food!

Vita e bellissimo
quando hai cibo bellissimo.

Life is very beautiful, 
when you have beautiful food.



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Picking a Pasta

Eeny meeny capellini,
Ziti, elbows, bucatini.
Vermicelli, farfalloni,
Gnocchi, orzo, rigatoni.

Alfabeto and linguine,
Cavatelli, fettuccine.
Penne, pappardelle and gigli,
Stelle, risi, tripolini.

Picking pasta gives you choices;
Any way, your mouth rejoices.
Think I'll go and boil me some - 
If it's cooked al dente - yum!

Apple People

The first tale made in the heaven talks about Adam and Apple
Apple is in the lives of people as a fruit of humble
All the gentlemen in gender born with a throaty Adam's Apple
Not New York but a song of Robert Emerick goes as Big Apple
"Apple Penne"(woman) also a song in Tamil composed comparing women to Apple
All beginners in English fondly say A for Apple
"An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away" as used in simple
Apple is dear and near to all people of able or disable!

Human genes set to the sense the one between Five and seven
The DNA of the Adam's Apple says Human,not from the monkey but Men and women 

The Heaven is to home the Mankind is the God's intention
God asked Adam by a toss of test,whether Hell or Heaven
There came the Satan with an Apple and made Adam to say Hell not Heaven

Adam went against the Lord and for Satan is very old and in history
He was thrown to fall on the mountain of Adam's peak in Sri Lanka's territory

Adam breached the trust of God and was at the fault
Why is the whole mankind is punished to be in this Hell for no their fault?

Dining Out

Tonight my wife proclaimed, "My dear, we are dining out!"
I said, "Fine!  How about steak and taters or rainbow trout?"
"No" she insisted, "I want an exotic Italian dish!"
Alas, I lost another tete-a-tete spousal skirmish!

We arrived at Luigi's or some such place,
And were seated cozily by the glowing fireplace!
We proceeded to order our favorite wine,
And to that point everything was going fine!

The server presented the menu to me.
I needed an interpreter I could readily see.
The longer the bill of fare that I perused,
The more I became addled and confused!

Fettuccine Alfredo, Portobello Gratine, Tortelloni;
Spezzato Cacciatore, Rigatoni Alla Carpinelli;
Linguine Bagutta, Cattaloni Penne Alla Taratina;
Tortelloni All Primavera, Scaloppini and Picata!

My head was spinning but hardly from the wine.
As I tried to figure out upon what I'd like to dine!
I summoned the waiter and said, "If you please,
I'll have a buffaloburger with onions, pickles and cheese!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

"mmmmm"

I love macaroni salad and macaroni and cheese.
I'm so hungry give me some pretty please.
I love all kinds of pasta but my fav.is angel hair.
When it's time for dinner it's hard for me to share.
Bringing egg noodles to a boil and put chicken in the pot.
To feed my big family you always need a lot.
Grand kids love penne pasta they say it's the best.
When they have it with cheese it gives me a rest.
I make a great lasagna with Italian bread.
At least thats what my family said.
I roll manicotti and stuffed it with chicken.
My whole family said ummm it's finger lick'en. 
                      Teresa Skyles
I wrote this to enter in Linda Marie's contest.

Dinner Out! Hmmmm....

My hubby said "Honey,...you pick!...Let's go out to eat!"
I jumped up and said .....,"Let's do Italian!  Oh, what a treat!"
The waiter came promptly, handed a menu to me
There are too many pastas.... Oh, what will it be??
These names on the menu....so many to try
I'm confused ....what to order...just pour me some wine!!

Penne is money, and Linguine....a far away place??
Ditalini......sounds like a medicine.....when an ailing heart races!!
Fagiolini.....or Rigatroni......aren't those Operas  to sing??
Canneloni is a weapon!....And (un) Ravioli....which is happening to my brain!!!

My poor hubby is starving....grabs his fork, and starts to doodle
So I finally make a decision......."Waiter,......just bring me some noodles!!"

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