Garfield was with Jon,
sitting on the lawn.
Waiting for pizza to arrive,
sitting under a beehive.
Garfield and Jon,
took the pizza and were gone.
They left smoke in their wake,
dinner was pizza not steak.
Maternal never came natural to you
But laugh we did, crazy things you would do,
You caused so much angst, guilt and tension,
But my mother you were, with your fair complexion,
Years went by and we muddled along more
My tears mostly dry, almost closed the door
Beautiful you were I see this all now,
Wish you could see me, and express your pride how
I'm happy and safe, Ed is my rock.
Wish you could meet my friends, my eddy, my flock
Think of you often, today is your day
So I'll bid you goodnight, one thing left to say
Your beauty is famed, your legend is known
I'll see you one day, when I am full grown
In Rome do not do as the Romans do.
For you'll lose out in many ways.
The pizza you loved at home
will an alien be,
a fake, a fraud,
with no authentic
flavor and razzmatazz.
For such compliance,
expected in advance on holidays
begs a baseless bewilderment,
topped off with a lasting
legacy of disappointment,
when your holiday is over.
For ignorance, indeed, is bliss!
There’s a farmers market near campus.
A young couple has a pizza oven on a trailer.
They make a breakfast pizza - bacon, mozzarella
some egg and green peppers. It’s SO crispy and delicious.
ALL I had to do this morning was say “breakfast pizza!”
and six of us were ready to head out fifteen minutes later.
Let’s wax poetic, shall we?
There are some young ladies who live in a dorm
sometimes it seems like they only have studies
but once and a while on a Saturday or Sunday
if we have our druthers, we get out, in swarm
and find ourselves some pizza-like brekkie.
.
.
Songs for this:
PIZZA by Oohyo
Le Breakfast Club de Paris by Gabrielle Chiararo
Is pizza a breakfast food? Damn right it is!
It'll soon be on IHOP's menu
They'll have an item called “Pizza Benedict”
Topped with a sweet syrupy goo!
If you haven't tried it, don't go “eeeew”
It'll put hair on your chest for sure
You ladies will need a depilatory cream
For us guys, it'll add some allure
Bacon Temptation Omelette's a favourite
But when served on a pizza crust
It'll be one of IHOP's popular items
Pizza flavoured hash browns are a must
There's no accounting for people's tastes
Elsewhere, they must think we're nuts
Pizza is a real staple where we live
Probably why we have such big guts
Is pizza a breakfast food? Damn right it is!
The yummiest breakfast food going
With bacon and eggs and pizza sauce
My love for this dish is overflowing!
A Foodie Pleiades Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Parades of dough shapes pie
Pepperoni walks in
Pasta sauce rallies taste
Pockets of crust tips edge
Proud dills and hams in step
Perhaps anchovies, too
Procession of cheese crowns
Pizza
Pizza dough, gluten free
Prepared with chopped basil
Parmesan cheese, vegan
Prosciutto slices
Pieces of crisp bacon
Parts of baby mushrooms
Pizza sauce, Rao’s home made
pour me a glass
no place like home
time slows down
till life’s on pause
you and i take a deep breath
finally put up our feet
honey-do list falls to the side
nothing matters but the now
for at least this little while
we’ve earned our kudos
we are victorious
masters of our universe
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Between us on a park bench.
A pizza box stays a crack open.
Inviting us for another one.
Even when the last slice is all we have.
We flip a coin, which rolls away into the grass.
The wind picks up and we grab the box to carry home.
In the fridge is where we put the slice.
We decided to eat chips and cookies instead.
The way friends do.
I got up at 2:00 am that night.
But she had already eaten it at 1:30.
Chuckling as I grabbed some cheese.
She is watching tv on the couch.
There are no dishes to do.
Which is nice.
So I go back to sleep.
I don’t know why I feel so hungry all the time.
We fought the other day, so she must have dissolved into nothing.
No one has done chores in weeks.
Peeking into her bedroom.
Which is just a closet under the stairwell.
I thought she lived there.
But the spider shook his head.
Getting dizzy.
I need to eat.
Opening the fridge.
A week old pizza slice.
I think I need to do some chores.
In my one bedroom apartment.
Where I try to live.
If there's one thing I've learned in life:
to spread butter, one must use a knife.
I've one more point to get across:
use a spoon to spread pizza sauce.
Pat, stretch, roll in a round
Putting sauce on the mound
Placing mozzarella
Parm and capicola
Pineapple—oh, geez
Pepperoni, more please
Perfect slice, one more bite
He said, "Eye!"
She said, "I!"
She uttered, "Mayar Tee!"
He muttered, "Slightly left turn, atlas! My oh me!"
He said, "Priscilla Sucks!"
She said, "Aurelia busted the gas!"
And they both asked me,"Are you in? Did we?"
I overslept, "The last Monday, countess, is it the same.... still?"
And the housewarming kept the global sigh, "Arghhh!
Finish what he started!"
There’s a peace that whispers soft
when I step beneath the open sky,
trees stretching in green prayer,
branches swaying like the hands
of a thousand saints, lifting their weight
toward something higher.
In moments when I’m alone,
that wide sky pulls me in close—
a blue blanket tucked around shoulders
on a night lit only by stars.
Crickets keep time, their gentle song
finding rhythm with my heart.
I think of the quiet crack of a baseball bat,
the ball arcing high, a promise carried on the wind,
a flight so clear it feels like love.
In a way, it's the same—a swing of hope,
the reach for connection,
the leap toward something more.
And isn’t that like a prayer, too?
Those small moments when I feel Him,
like sunlight slipping through autumn leaves,
or in the crisp warmth of pajamas fresh from the line,
or the sacred stillness of a Sunday afternoon.
Nature wraps around me like comfort,
reminding me I am never truly alone,
even when no one’s near—
because in each bird’s song, each gust of wind,
each blade of grass bending beneath my feet,
there is something holy, something here.
Left by the train
She's truly mad
Treat for pizza.
Poppy’s popping pizza
Is packed with pickled peppers
Peppers that are pickled
Make Poppy’s pizza pop!
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