Short Bbq Poems
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Be not a slave to Labour Day.
BBQ cook? No flippin' way.
Keep it all non-laborious –
Extolling sloth most glorious.
rub my butt with spices
baste my breasts with olive oil
slather my wings and things with sauce
butter my thighs, slow broil
ah, the savory delights of a summer BBQ!
death will come quickly
express elevator down
new home BBQ city
Date Written:3/7/2023
"4 Place"
Patriotism and Holidays seem to go hand-in-hand
Fire up the BBQ; strike up the brass band
Picnics down by the lakeside; it's all mighty grand
Though I'd rather be known for my love of this land
Too many kabobs
to skewer
plus bone-dry ribs.
Me? I’ll stay
with pink lemonade
and watch
the turbid sky
and watch
the stars reload
And so study
serious stockades a
stick up their collective
Cut off jeans are for me.
Cultured pearls just for thee.
Clowns make me want to pee.
Cooking BBQ from the sea.
Chaps I wear on each knee
Cowboys drink beer not tea.
Cowgirls dance with much glee.
Date Written:10/12/2020
Summer time I love this season. Flowers grow, no more snow. A BBQ in the garden. I sit
and read by the pool.
Summer time so much fun. Long lazy days. I can hear the children playing. Eating ice
cream.
Summer time Come around soon. My favorite season.
Form:
The house is full
Kids are cranking out the tunes
Horseshoes are flying
Kicking down the dunes
Speakers are shaking
Electric guitars are blaring
BBQ is cooking
Neighbors are starring
Kids are rocking
I'm trying to get to bed
Oh, I give up
Rocking the house instead!
Where
art though
my pretty
BBQ face?
I long for you, my beef brisket beauty!
My smokin hot habanero pepper,
burn me with love!
No need to
wipe the
sweat…
Sauce
on your
face and you
couldn’t care less.
I am so in love with food, and with you.
July 18th, 2016
Long hot summer months
Sweating-BBQ-swimming-ice tea
Fall is coming soon
Date Written:6/4/2021
Bite Size Poem no.4 Poetry Contest Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Friends have an open invitation, dusky sky, soft rock music~
It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing—I Am Anaya
Rustic charred mesquite fired up
Aromatic smoke
Sweet guavas, fish, steak, grilling
Blazed creamed artichoke
Decadent pastry
Black Velvet
Lime
An empty studio:
the man of the passionate handwriting
belts his dog
come my glory, my plebeian bride
hamster bagels
glitter indeed:
meticulously chosen bbq charcoals
as whimsical jewellery
“I’m so on fire and hear the wind”
Your grabbers, call them back
let me su.su
“No, don’t touch me now,
let me talk”
It's memorial day
Don't forget it's not OK
To think it's just a day for you
To enjoy a BBQ
And have an extra long weekend
Forgetting lives lost who defend
Your freedom and paid the price
With their unselfish sacrifice
Keep them in your memory
Never forget the families
Who won't have them by their side
Keep these heroes actions alive
Pretty blossoms in the spring
“Bob” for them at Halloween
BBQ cooked with the wood
Sauce, butter, juice – also good
Red, yellow, green - take your pick
Dipped in caramel on a stick
Sweet, sour, tart- taste to savor
Raw, bake, fry – lots of flavor
Cake, muffins, fritters - to try
The best of all is a pie
Yummy!
The Summer sun is calling my name,
Oh, the juicy BBQ chicken on the flame.
Don't forget the swimming pool,
It will be hot, but I'll be cool.
My skin now has a sun-kissed tan,
Now my cousins will be jealous man!
The beach is best of all,
Where the waves are really tall!
So that is my Summer dream,
Time to go get some ice cream!
By: S. S.
Starting the BBQ pit with your PICTURES
SLAPPING you on a hot grill
Adding some salt to your WOUNDS
Pouring pepper on to make you CRY
Cutting you open to see if you BLEED still
STABBING you to throw you to the dog
Dousing the FLAME I made
I just needed a moment to vent. His words of revenge got to me there for a
second. Awwwww...I feel better now!
Ben is Australian, a BBQ king,
Burning and scorching meat is just his thing.
He came from Aus some years ago, and met his own lovely English rose.
He still has an accent, but has learnt to call his friends mate, instead of just cobber,
He loves fly fishing because you carry less clobber.
Ben's prefect day would be to catch a trout,
Then BBQ it and share it about
liquid oxygen, nitrogen, napalm
the many methods of modern BBQ
multi-pronged igniters injecting mainline
high pressure laser guided fusion reactors
subatomic quantum mechanical quasar energy
photons vibrating in Orion’s nebula
disintegrating galactic supercharged plasma
ejected from hemorrhoids at warp speed
inner core’s event horizon is compromised
came through the worm hole
didn’t see it coming
The lack of wind
Frost creeps in
Thick and heavy
Like the political agenda
Cuts to health care
And education
Sunday panelty rates
Hades may well
Freeze over
But
A frost is usually
Followed by a sunny day
And on the BBQ the bacon sizzles
The short skirt reveals too much thigh
But the frost
Has the last say
In the end
The cold shoulder
Goes with
The roast of the day
And a free bottle
Of red.
I'll tell you what I have
You show me what you've got
I've have a plant
Do you have a pot
I have a table
Do you have a chair
I have a house
Do you have a garage anywhere
I have a bed
Do you have sheets
I have a heart
Do you have the beats
I have a BBQ
Do you have the steak
I have the give
Do you have the take
It does take much
To find a perfect match
You simply need to ask
To find the right catch
not...
hmmm'ing andt
yawnnn'ing......
but concerns be
as navigated so
it's up and to it
with a mind-set
to be an oar-knot
that questions the
weather.....that be
colder in pastimes
such that.....these
possible rain-days
may end the snow
andt...t'is better to
shelve both shovel
and boots.....to go
to that spring-melt
waterfall......where
the one andt...only
real good fishing
spot where deep
lines mean fresh
fish for the bbq
stan sands dust
October days are dark and cold
But the People don’t complain
No one seems to stay at home
Because there’s wind and rain
People come from out of state
They hate the weather scene
The residents of Washington say
“It’s what keeps us green”
When a bright and sunny day
Finally comes around
The weather is talked about
By everyone in town
Sun glasses on - the BBQ lit –
Lawn chairs on the grass
Skip your work - enjoy the sun –
It’s sure not going to last
They call me the BBQ slinger
Well known for my back to back ringers
My aim is dead true
When I'm tossin' them shoes
I could wrap round' a bumble bee stinger.
My skill with the irons well known
These rookies all covet my throne
I'm the king of the pit
They best deal with it
Cause these beers put me right in the zone
I'll conquer till' no one remains
And brag of ice water filled veins
Not even a test
to prove I'm the best
And poised to continue my reign.
Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection