Short Broil Poems
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FLATBREAD FEAST
Fine flour folded food,
Broil beef, broccoli, and beans,
Tasty taco treat!
-by Edlynn Nau
©April 19, 2019
My wedding ring fell in the toilet
So I asked my wife if she'd boil it
It then burnt my hand
My own wedding band
For she thought that I asked her to broil it
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!
SCENES of DRY LANDS
Green laden fields
Lit steamy swamp lands
Broil brazen buried
brown earthen desert sands
Lo! These ground I spy
The land I stand on Dry...
Scenes of dry lands
2/22/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
BROILED GREENSHELL MUSSELS
Two pound box half shell mussels
From Asian store.
Crushed garlic, brown with butter
Combine lemon juice
Pour it on mussels
Broil, served hot
Yum!
Entered in a Contest: Low Country Boil
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
7/29/11
There once was a lion Tamer named Mead
He taught his lions to cook and to read.
Taught them to bake
Broil their steak
And grow vegetable garden from seed
One took him to court on a Tuesday
Because he forgot to teach him to pray
So he sold them
To old guy named Jim
Now raising ignorant donkeys that bray
In the oven should I stick,
My haunted, harrowed head?
Or should I take my Pen and prick
My Will to Live instead?
Alas! the guilt! And, oh! The shame!
If just the Others knew!
They would place their embattled brains
In also, to broil, too...
*I'm in no way trying to exploit or poke fun at Sylvia; I revere her work
Showgirl--- Couda been one.
Had the body, had the skin.
Had a yen for the wages of sin.
Take me, sun! Broil me, sun!
Toast my points gleaming bronze.
Now I gots these leopard spots,
Not one's, but tons, and
May not be the very hottest,
But surely am the very spottest
Lonesome former Bathing
Goddess---
Anybody wanna roar?
One second you're floating on air
Turn around, your cupboard's bare
In April you're up on Cloud Nine
Come May, the stars don't align
In June you croon a sweet tune
By July, life's a wreck and a ruin
Today you cruise the Riviera
Tomorrow you broil in the Sahara
Life's tendency is to surprise
More often than not destabilize
Whither would you choose to go and have some fun
To shiver in the cold or broil in the sun?
You can always stay safe and secure at home
Without indulging any desire to roam.
Without indulging any desire to roam
You can always stay safe and secure at home.
To shiver in the cold or broil in the sun
Whither would you choose to go and have some fun?
Their ships must ride
a rolling sky,
masts too high to sail into view.
They appear, board the land,
they buccaneer.
The clamoring mob
fall upon a scuttling prey
pluck the weakest
into hungry holds.
An eye-aye cocked and ready,
they raid and maraud
as only
treasure seekers can.
The gulls are here
and for a while
sea and land broil.
the air erupting
with mutinous calls.
Parmesan-crusted grouper
A low country broil
Topped with lemon and lime sauce
A hint of garlic
Brushed with olive oil
Cheese to please
Yum!
*Tasted this at a restaurant and now have mastered the recipe. Awesome fat-free
way to prepare grouper. Has to be broiled near the bottom of the oven or it will
burn before cooking. Entry for Sara’s "Low Country Boil" contest.
Were we mistakes?
like a line cut out a net,
so a hole grew in our abscence,
where fish flew to escape,
these fish grew to be metaphors,
and we are pained to stake
they mean much more before us
grown large to fill a lake,
that hunger not for meaning
to cut, broil, or bake.
These fish grow in our abscence;
meaning lost to Time---
refrenced only as lost knowing
what words we'd have them dined.
Summer cooking on the beach,
Slap the sunblock where I can’t reach,
Baking in this broiling sun,
Ever since the day begun.
I’m roasting alive can’t you tell?
Touch my skin and I’ll scream like hell!
This is more than an alarming tan,
Someone said I’m a lobster man.
Sitting here I continue to broil,
Want some popcorn, just add some oil,
I’m finished now, I’m well done,
Cooking here in the summer sun.
6/29/18
We soak
We baste
We waste
We strain
Let's take care
Not to drain
Each other
We chop
We slice
We dice
Filet and sautee
Let's take care
What we say
To each other
We fire
We stoke
We smoke
We learn
Let's take care
Not to burn
Each other
We grill
We broil
We boil
Stew and barbeque
Let's take care
What we do
To each other
We fare
We wine
We dine
We fume
Let's take care
Not to consume
Each other
From out of salty waters comes something sweet.
It walks on several legs but it has no feet.
Beneath hard exterior you'll find a treat.
Delicious morsels of succulent white meat.
You can broil or bake turn up the heat.
Dip it in butter that way's hard to beat.
Lobster is okay but it's not quite as sweet.
When it comes to me, crab's the best thing to eat.
Laid out before me as I sit in my seat.
Trying to stay clean is a difficult feat?
she is alabaster and brine
she is a faster lairs line
unwind her spooled mind
memory a keepsake in hand conquers a trinket lost
eat mandrake to the root but what the cost
unspoiled her thoughts broil in her head
steam from every seam
salty her groin but she declines the offered coin
she will reap the bliss of your salty kiss
as you bite her short hair she will sing a country tune so fair
she is alabaster and brine
a master of wasted time
big fat greasy cheeseburgers
big and fat
fat and greasy
1/4 lb.
1/2 lb.
1 lb.!
just give it to me good
Come to daddy!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
Big and cheesey
Fat and greasy
Big and greasy
Fat and cheesey
Cheeseburger!
Bacon?
Yes, I hope it's not taken
Pickle?
Of course, it's just an xtra nickle
Extra cheese?
Are u kidding? Absolutely...please!
Mayo?
not today, i'll have a french fried potato
grill it
broil it
fry it
just let me eat it!
Form:
My shield
My shield was stripped asunder
In bloody strokes as I scream and thunder
For the world would now see
A naked-ness not wanted by me
How could I be so alone and bare
When the world just stands and stares
While I gather together what’s left
To salve my wounds and bind my breast
So what of a saviour in how I toil
Do I plead for forgiveness as I broil
Or will my foe be sated with my blood
As I stand naked bleeding in the mud.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Perchance, Rambling along
mind boggling, Mountain Ranges
gaze in wondrous awe
at the scenic beauty abound
irenically serene
stimulating minds
to utterly astound.
Now in pensive wonderment
spare a thought
on the molten magma
incessantly on the broil
at earth's pulsating core
ponder the power.
Then Wonder the Maker
the intricate working's
of that Perfect Mind,
Gestaltism in awe
with intentional overtones,
Purposely intertwined
the perpetual motions
of the Maker's Nature,
Created Divine.