Short Barbecue Poems
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a dolphin i hardly knew
a pot of jellyfish stew
a seahorse swims by
a beer barreled pie
a deep sea fish barbecue.
marinated pork belly
exudes decadence
my charcoal grill is smokin
juice drips from skewers
great appetizer
can’t wait to
bite
We were strolling through time's meadow just walking love's dog....
Then I found a log; threw it in my back pack when she roped his hog ?
Form:
Ah, the smoky scent hovers
As mesquite burns on
Taking care not to burn them
I flip them often
Juicy hamburgers
Needing some
Cheese!
Deep end diving; shallow end Fear.
Barbecue host and nobody near.
Crystal, shimmering; fish to eat. . .
Lounge chair Dolphin wets her feet.
Cold Slaw We Saw
We were having another barbecue,
Which we loved until it was through;
Ate cold slaw,
That we saw;
All the way up and soon filled you.
Jim Horn
Meat placed on a barbecue
Fluid oozing out
Covered with pepper powder
With oil and thyme sauce
Spiced with curry leaves
It`s pretty
Nice!
Dining amongst the Pakistani friends of my neighbour.
Hearing them speaking in their Urdu tongues as all turns to a blur.
Enjoying all their barbecued meats and condiment treats.
barbecue season
friends around the fire pit
~ sun and lazy clouds
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on May 24, 2018 for LATE MAY 2018 STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
“Hell's Bells” what in hell does that mean
An expression I've heard since I was a teen
Do they have bells down there
When you get seated in a chair
Preparing you for a barbecue, what a hellish scene
“Hell's Bells” what in hell does that mean
An expression I've heard since I was a teen
Do they have bells down there
When you get seated in THE chair
Preparing you for a barbecue, what a hellish scene
Once there was a right dandy dude from New York
He dined each day on the finest loin of pork
Never met a pig he did not admire,
Roasting on a flaming barby fire
Made even tastier by the pop of the cork.
May 23, 2021
blue butterflies
big beautiful babies
bamboo balm bakes
barbecue banquet begins
beetles befriend bees
Date Written: 6/30/2022
Ludens of Earth.
Sadly, not impressive.
Whoopie cushion.
Dunce hat, class clowns, and thieves.
Breakfast club candidates.
Barbecue with the fam in London.
American Dad at a sweet sixteen party.
Tonight on Daylight, “back to you John.”
“Your kid online.”
Each morning just before lunch at eleven,
I can see the black smoke rise.
Pops has his large grill fired up.
Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame.
Just come here to satisfy your hunger.
Pops is not skimpy on his sauce.
The man is the boss for cooking.
Crowded stadium
tailgate parties on
smoking barbecue
beer and booze flowing
chatter, loud music.
Warmth of friendship
high with the drinks
bare chest in snow
one big proud fan.
crowd cheering
Band playing
players wrestling.
the beer
popcorn
Food
Salmon steak or fillet
Choose fillet or salmon
steak
Either way I can get it
Is alright with me
I enjoy a salmon steak
Cooking on the barbecue
Or the fillet is tasty to
Either way I enjoy it
Salmon from a can
Is handy to have
For a salad bowl
Or making salmon
patties
scorching hot sunshine
bronzed bodies bake on the beach
barbecue smoke drifts
5,7,5 checked with HMS
Summer Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Submitted to
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Sponsored by Line Gauthier
06/29/21
Hawaii Five 0
Jack Lord, detective, cut a dash,
Hawaii surf, and barbecue bash,
flowery shirt, and big black hair,
gave the crims, a run; fair share.
Now he’s gone to movie-heaven,
boat drinks, swims and Seven-Eleven,
And when one day, they ask, who he?
Just remind them “he”; big hair TV.
On Good Friday after church we eat
curried pickled fish and hot crossed buns
and drink black coffee because we share
in the painful agony of the Lord.
On Easter Sunday after church we braai *
meat and drink like fish and rejoice
in the victory over death and grave.
* (rhymes with "bye" ) - barbeque / barbecue
Citing cats some immigrants ate
Was his weirdest part of debate
While this barbecue
Could ignite a few
It won't make America great
He's mired with the syndrome Tourette's
The point he should make--Trump forgets!
Supporters have pain
That his tired dead brain
Is consumed by those eating pets
Reckless Ron from sunny Bennelong
Turned barbecue sausage without a tong,
He'd use his teeth to open beer,
He'd call out loud, " I've got no fear,"
But alas, one day he left the gas on.
Authors note:
Bennelong is the point in Sydney Harbour, NSW, Australia, where the famous Sydney Opera House is located.
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Coals
Turn white
That give off
Heat for cooking,
Now season the steak
And then place on the grill,
Then when it starts to sizzle
Start turning so it doesn't burn,
Cook throughly to your perfection
Then enjoy with salad, fries and cold beer.
Written 12th June 2021.
All Things About South
Every thing about South is worth preserving,
Down to last bit and we should be conserving;
For long while,
Southern style,
And whole place we feel like we are desrving.
Jim Horn
Watching Anthony Bourdain and his visit to
Charleston. He also went to Hemmingway, SC
source of greatest barbecue.
Ernesto
Immigrant, friend, poet, dreamer
Native son of Solano, Nueva Vizcaya
Lover of haiku, senryu and chicken barbecue
I feel happy, with my life; sad, when one’s loss; angry, when betrayed
I fear snakes, dark, and crowded places
I would like to visit Canada, America and Australia
Legal resident of Athens, Greece
Santiago