Short Breads Poems
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Healthy food is fall’s fresh gift.
Pumpkins and pecans
Tempting taste buds, one and all.
Pies, breads, casseroles
Calories added –
Yummy taste
Wins!
The pastry chef
Bakes cakes and breads
Took a nap, burnt them
8/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
peanut
tasty times
in breads, coffee and cakes
hundreds of uses for this crop
I thank God for George Washington Carver
he invented peanut butter
a peanut connoisseur
Georgia farmer
peanut
(Gathering of thankful family and friends)
Time for a Thanksgiving feast
Hope you’re all hungry
There’s stuffed turkey finely browned,
pineapple glazed ham, salads,
Collard greens, hot breads…
Yam pudding, bundt cakes,
Pies, and more
Eat!
Bereft of life her eyes
Barren they stare as folks
Bring casseroles, breads, pies
Bouquets of fresh flowers
Business of world still thrives
Bright summer day so warm
Baby of hers lies cold
Written on 08/16/2016
Contest-Pleaides B by Kim Merryman
/center>The pastry chef alas a prime and proper cooks in an steel oven
Bakes cakes buttery biscuits pizzas and all types of breads
Took a nap, burnt them up...enough said so sad blacken charcoal breads
8/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Cobblestone streets
In an Old Italian town
Scents of breads and of wine
A sense of tradition
A world of romance
A feeling, I’d like to make mine.
Traveling here
The sun on my back
A village of beauty; pristine.
The wonderful accents
The land of amore
The quaint Italian scene.
Croissant making
Bread baking
Yeast slaking
Crust caking
Bread
Potato
Pumpernickel
Whole wheat
Enriched white
Bread
The smell of it
You will have a fit
Fresh from the oven
Your Grandma’s apron
Your mother’s way of buttering it
There is nothing more heavenly-tasting in the world.
Bread!
Sinner they came
Children playing
Wine drinking
Cheese eating
While old folks whisper
The smell of freshly baked breads
As the couples dance in the street
We cherished for it was only the simple us
Then came the bombs
Death rang
As children sang
Was no more, is no more…
A diaphanous veil
This world to next
Yet what's beyond
Still keeps us vexed
We dangle on
Such wispy threads
Just a fancy's flight
From fancy breads
We take for granted
Each new breath
When naught but heartbeats
From our death
So, fill your days
With purpose, rife
For all we really have ...
Is LIFE.
Today
I made the grocery list
For delivery.
The breads, the turkey
Slices, and ham, the lettuce
For salad
Which led to discussing tomatoes;
The yogurt, milk, cream;
peanut butter; tissues even,
But, oh confound!
I forgot cake!
How do I forgive myself that?
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(c) sally young Eslinger 3/14/21
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
It was the war of the cookies, battle lines were fiercely drawn
Dipped versus no dip, diagonal frosting turned on
Sprinkles versus non-sprinkles, arguments about a treat
Dipped cookies bringing in generals, all kinds of heat.
Pure breads adamantly denying that icing was any good.
Causing a huge daily skirmish in our confectionary neighborhood.
A Raw Wish
If you come some mid-spring's day
Oh! At late afternoon!
To here, this lush quiet meadow:
Free to the far stony walls, thorny weeds and wood.
I shall serve you in samovar steaming tea, homemade breads and desi ghee.
My love, I shall show you how
Giant shadows are slipping over the sandy mount;
And horned sheep hurrying home,
Little lambs stumbling.
Grace to the feet that frees
the nose that sniffs
and the eyes that sees.
Banquet, is it?
Bet the foods are free
Trust, they come in three;
Chocolate cakes, fresh of the fresh
Crumb breads, hot from the crest
Golden gooses, gift from Dante's inferno.
A step at a time;
I will have my seat
have my fill
and before I have my leave
I will ask,
'whose party is it'?
We battle the tide
It washed us to a side...
Yet we are alive
To tell the tale to those who arrive!
We are battered
Enemies claim friends
And eat with us breads buttered
And leaves when it all ends!
Hope we hang onto
Believing it comes very soon
That we shout, Pronto!
All of a sudden as if to swoon...
Come soon while we yet live
Cos in nothing else we believe!
This plate of holiday baking you did bring by
was really kind
I unzipped the zip lock
to get inside
cookies and brownies
and bread of banana
but what was a surprise especially so
was to discover you know
I am
a lover
of corner cut smaller pieces
and cookies of extra crunch
and the ends of the breads
sometimes quite dry
are okay too
happy holidays as well to you!
Exposing some criminals globally,
Demand collaboration of writers,
Who stand to do thing intentionally,
To discourage millions of world wrongdoers.
It is known as one of dangerous tasks
Which can also put breads on the table
Reason why they sit long on writing desks
Just to continue being suitable.
Rhyme scheme: abab /abab
Syllable count: 10
March 29/2023
Tangled shackles ,
finite spaces.
From life to end,
One hope in the eyes,
To meet infinite ways.
The needs and the breads.....
We only care.
Who constantly stare....
Seeking liberation.
Times facing nastiest sunlights
And the human who frights!.....
Me,you,is we all stand accountable.
Will take a lot grit!
To free the spirit...
The day will come....
The day will come.
She’s a cereal killer
She chomps the Wheaties into bits
She’s a cereal killer
But please let’s not have any fits.
She masticates harder than most
She’s a killer of breads
Does serious damage to cinnamon toast
She’s the one of whom nightmares dread.
She’s a cereal killer
All the way up and down the kitchen
Now that you’ve been warned,
Please stop your annoying b………………….
Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally.
You've dawned a bright red cap.
My chicken balls; my coffee please.
A fortune before my nap.
You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready.
The customers turn their heads.
It's you I see; you waiting free!
with chicken balls in their breads.
And when at cash you call for me
and nod a tray you pass.
That after money and after thanks
your smile comes with a laugh.
You have guests downstairs.
In the half lit room, insinuation whispers in intimacy. I never took you there.
But, I am too, grown up portion sizes of loaves of breads, with another spread of jam.
And I console myself. Often there. It has a name.
Worldbuilding. Graduation. Diplomacy.
And for the first time,
It came to my mind.
Ozone had three O’s there, precisely.
I thought I knew it!
Elsewhere.
Cracked and broken
Salty and sweet
Nuts indeed a savory meat
Brown and crunchy
Long and thin
Bagged or kept within a tin
Almonds pecans walnuts too
Crunchy chewy every bite
Nuts morning noon or night
On cakes and cookies
In breads and scones
Miraculous treats in every home
Hazelnuts Brazil nuts acorns too
Stored within a squirrels pride
Winters’ storms to weather the tide
Such wanders in a shell
On this day with daily breads Lord Jesus Christ you give us guidance to see us through with every prayer we give to you. You direct and lead each one through each day to come with every move, never leaving our side's with you as our guide to see us on forever leading us safe back home everyday day with daily breads by our beds. Lord Jesus thank you, I love you too for guiding and keeping us all safe as I pray for you.
I'm a silly little female born with a gift
Place together like a riddle
A hard one to understand
Even harder to love.
I'm like that dark grieving angel that fell
From above tumble over
In roses of red
Trials of tears 'I am curse to follow upon
This earthly breads
I walk the path's of others
While dreaming about the other..
Weeping inside
I cover myself
His voice calls my name..
Through the echoes of shame..