Mint Julip and Pimento Cheese
Smith Island Cake and Beef Pit BBQ
Hot Pastrami on Rye and Cheesecake
She offered him the meal
and smiled at him
without saying much more.
he frowned and ate.
asking for only a napkin.
The cold of winter chilled him
to the bone. He neither wanted more
or less he just stood
with his back to the window
and asked
he simply wrote x= arrow up/ arrow down
and started looking to hauler mags to
gain support of his
endeavors.
Ole Fiddle Song
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"The coal of winner
the hoss man say.
disk is hymn say'in
disk.
ya'll know he say disk!
write chair he
say.
win doughs
hymn bacon the soda.,
hymn say!
Can't tucky Fiddle
Ball it More
Bells Mounted
York Strips.
Did@tic
Doer
song foo Ya'll!"
Categories:
pimento, character,
Form: Ballad
pimento and cheese
whole wheat gluten free crackers
bright sun light cuts knife
Categories:
pimento, appreciation, art, poetry, sun,
Form: Haiku
He plucks a pear from the tree and tosses it my way. Hands fumble, but nails sink into flesh to maintain a solid grip. He doesn't see me slip. Examine the freshness of the fruit before sinking teeth through skin. Open the lid. A woven picnic basket with delights inside. Turkey and tomato sandwiches, crusts removed. Freshly baked blueberry scones and sour apple jam. Camembert and olives stuffed with pimento. Put the pear aside. Less interesting now than it used to be. He plucks another. Not for me. And joins me on the maroon checkered blanket. Popping olive after olive down his gullet. The unthinkable. Guzzling brine like some sort of animal. A subtle frown, equal parts disdain, and disgust. Nothing more can be discussed, as he continues to chug. Slip into a smile. Unthinkable, but thought of. Stuffed with poison and pimento. Chugs, then chokes. Trying to spit out the pit, begging. I bid him goodbye.
Categories:
pimento, psychological, relationship,
Form: Prose
I've heard him sing: The Mulatto:
By fat hotter than Roberto
Like Pepper is to Pimento;
Lost to him, too, one Alberto:
The boy friend of Fine Talatu...
Alto in all shows he goes to,
Even when beats are Staccato
Or long remains The Legato...
Yes, A very Good Contralto,
Overly fond if Sweet Potato
He would eat with Mashed Tomato...
Harsh words for Irish Potato;
Yet harsh Teeth of Alligator:
In anger bites in their ghetto!
Categories:
pimento, celebration, creation, devotion, people,
Form: Rhyme
It was in Historic Forcados,
Where I’d first touched Pride of Barbados:
I’d run into A Talking Salvador
Long arguing with Unshaken Ricardo,
Whose interest were in Stark Bravado,
His body partly building with Mamador …
Bravado-Loving and Preaching Ricardo
Would sooner he became A Matador
Than A-Many-Times-Decorated Commodore,
This proclaiming in a corridor,
Where on display, besides Mamador,
Were nourishing-seeming tomato
And as nourishing-seeming pimento.
“If you were a Commodore
For all your sung bravado,
You wouldn’t last with A True Bull!
Even energized and you were full!
You wouldn’t assert you had The Beast won
Between A healthy and Sickly one …”
A Commodore’s strength is his ship
Plus the holstered pistol on his hip,
No frightening neck muscle sticking out
When chooses he to ‘MARINERS!’ shout.
Categories:
pimento, courage, desire, image, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
[ to the tune of We’re off to see the Wizard
from the musical Wizard of Oz ]
If you’ve not had fried gizzard,
you’ve never had southern at all.
The same is true of chicken-fried steak
or vinegar-based cole slaw.
If you’ve never tried hot zucchini bread,
banana pudding, pimento spread,
okra, chow chow, turnip greens or cheese straws,
moon pie, sweet tea, shrimp and grits, deviled eggs.
(dum-dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum)
If you’ve not had fried gizzard,
you’ve never had southern at all.
Categories:
pimento, food, parody, song,
Form: Lyric
Route 66ish No 11
A young girl from near Sacramento,
Was chewing a tasty pimento,
She then bit her tongue
And although very young,
Cried out "Shucks! NOW I've got a memento!"
Categories:
pimento, america, funny,
Form: Limerick
Olives
I like olives - so smooth and round,
wrinkled or puckered, by the pound,
from the deli or in a jar,
savory flavours, the best by far.
Firm and juicy, large or small,
ripe or salty, I like them all.
Stuffed with garlic, pimento slice,
those saucy tongues are pretty nice.
I like them as a tapenade.
On salad or pizza, they make me glad.
I like them ripe, I like them green,
sliced in marinara, petite or Queen.
Sprinkled on nachos, straight from the shelf,
green, black or purple, all by them self.
I eat them slowly, one at a time.
Or chomped on in pairs is equally fine.
Alfonso, Mission, Manzanilla,
Beldi, Gordal, Cerignola
Amfissa too and Kalamata,
Castelvetrano, and Taggiasca.
Dry cured, salt cured, soaked in brine,
to me they all are just - sublime.
Written 2017
'I'm Crushing On You'
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Categories:
pimento, food, funny,
Form: Couplet
There once was a youth from Sacramento
Who loved to spice his dish with pimento
His friends thought it worth a laugh
To spike for fun the carafe
They all left quick with no memento
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on December 26, 2018 for contest LET'S HAVE FUN sponsored by SHADOW HAMILTON
and on April 20, 2018 for contest YOUR BEST LIMERICK sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH
Categories:
pimento, food, friend, fun, humorous,
Form: Limerick
of all the sandwiches there are to eat
why does one taste like defeat
it's nothing that i ever craved
just something my mom made
egg salad
yuck
a hamburger or sloppy joe
baloney or meatloaf cold
ham or grilled cheese
BLT if you please
tuna salad or deviled ham
even open up that can of spam
pimento cheese or barbecue
even chicken salad would do
turkey chicken fry an egg
almost anything made of pig
don't forget the p and j
hot dogs are here to stay
meatball or tasty italian
irish corn beef or classic rueben
roast beef or patty melt
steak and cheese will make me shout
before you grind that cute lamb
i am okay with bread and jam
but egg salad is rather plain
of all sandwiches it's mundane
but now mom has passed away
i eat egg salad on her birthday
Categories:
pimento, food, humorous, mother son,
Form: Rhyme
Covered with prowess
Like mushrooms on a rock
Afraid not to speak
And spit-spat on the demon's face
A man as a battalion
In war with the rotten maggot
A man of great intellect
Thrown into the dark silent cage
Like a snake isolated
A man challenged to death by death
But break it's back, death
Ne-gust Nagast of the black lands
Bayonet for the oppressor's heart
The dictator's foe
Literary works like bullets to their stomach
A pin to the dog's tongue pouting
The first man ever
To be festooned pimento
Pursued by death closely
But Nadelo came to his rescue
A man with epaulette
Oloye of Egbaland
My hand raise to my kepi
Like a python ready to strike
I salute!
Categories:
pimento, death, death,
Form: Free verse
Freezer's ice coated
Filled with goodness
Strawberry loaded
Peach extraordinariness(may not be a word)
Different breads
Many spreads
Meaty treats
Plus pimento cheese
Homemade cake
Cupcakes candy coated
Oh! Those ladies
What food made
All for the young lady
Who sang God's praise
Her voice did raise
In glory of his name
Categories:
pimento, happiness, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Find me in California, or in Spain
With olive trees growing along my lane
I'll live in an olive house of green
With my spouse that's sweet-not mean
Olives I'll eat three times a day
The ones I drop will be marbles for play
All the clothes I wear will be an olive print
With a black, or a green colored tint
Pimentos compliment olives very well
And are often stuffed in olives for sell
I always bypass the bread and the meat
I'm always looking for olives to eat
My spouse can attest to my constant craving
Now, the cause of our relationship dilapidating
I'm afraid I'll have to give back a special crafted ring;
An olive, with pimento for stuffing, as bling
Categories:
pimento, funny
Form: Rhyme