Short Browned Poems
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table filled with joy
perfectly browned plump beauty
young and old hold hands
memories of times long past
as if by Norman Rockwell
Tourtière, Canadian—
beef and pork browned well.
Mom always added breadcrumbs,
onions, celery,
and mashed potatoes,
spice blend too—
yum.
of course the moon cries...
there are green tangerines browned
and...the soup is mashed
Senryu on Mind Poetry Contest
1-28-2020
Judged 2-3-2020
acorns have fallen
trees half full- falling - browned leaves
squirrels - winter hides
(Captcha ATS)
Captcha Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Harry Horsman
9/8/2018
the food looks good
cheese on things
peas and beer
the food looks good
toast and oysters
sauce on beef
a darkly browned, crispy
cut of chicken with rice
the food looks good
sizzling potato pancakes
flipped, browned and crispy
sour cream and applesauce topped
served with broiled sausage
spicy italian
sip red wine
C H I L L
1/29/2019
Roast pork infused with garlic
oh so succulent
wrapped in shreds of sauerkraut
juicy,slightly browned
pan drippings aside
for the spuds
yum!
for contest sponsored by Russell Sivey
(Get ready for the bird)
Roasting a goose just for you
Succulently stuffed
With wild rice, and curried shrimp…
Teasingly browned -- Glazed
With a cranberry
-- Current blend
Yum!
Desultory winds
chimera in throes of doubt
effusive, disconsolate
-clanging in hills stout-
Ductile mind bends sound.
virtuoso of the void—
sweet, zoetic, browned
There stood a lonely hill
browned and dead, still
the cloudy sky crowned
the lonely hill that frowned
at its own ugly looks
"There's hope"
So sighed it's gentle slope
Alas! The down came the rains
and thus its greens regained.
sweet potatoes baked and browned
crispy marshmallows
chopped pecans toasted lightly
from stove to table
nothing beats dessert
unless it's
mashed!
I am thankful for spending time with my family when they live over 200 miles away.
(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!
The green leaves have browned.
All have fallen to the ground.
There are tons of them around.
None are difficult to be found.
I will have to start leaf raking.
It is a huge undertaking.
My back will soon be aching.
This pain I will not be faking.
Little fingers ,little toes, big brown eyes that glow.
Little giggles and little wiggles.
My little guy that grows.
Little steps to start to make a mess.
My little man I love no less.
Your my little alarm clock at night and my little bright eye at light.
Your mommy's little browned eyed
Guy.
"Red Bean Soup"
Ground beef browned to perfection
Sautéed with onions.
Spices and herbs added, too.
Tomato sauces.
Pinto beans.
Boil.
© July 25, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Low Country Boil
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Together they fall and plunder,
Piling on in weightless wonder.
The leaves and trees are far from what I fathomed--
Dried and browned in mortal sarcasm.
Cold in warmth and warmth in rain;
Washing away the frozen stains.
Barren soil bears a fruitless yield
Dried and browned in the snowy fields.
Fresh peppers, onions sauteed
Lean, lean ground beef browned
Tempting aroma surrounds
Chopped fresh herbs sizzle
Juicy tomatoes
Pintos, too
Zing!
Inspired by: Andrea Dietrich and Lunch
Contest:MAKE ME DROOL WITH EPULAERYU
Written: November 05, 2014
Form: Epulaeryu
The dress was a vested interest
In looking good; the hair drifted down,
Soft Grecian lines that curled
Over sun-browned skin
Camouflaging freckles on her back.
Roving eyes took in the seated diva;
Her throne(worth all the tea in China,
Maybe more) was The Solar Bird,
A bronze, by Miro.
Her exit was the East Wing’s nearest door.
Form:
Migratory Brown ducks
fly above fall leaves
tired and exhausted towards the South
cold miserable rain comes down
flapping flying like a shirt in the breeze
dripping driving like a man on a mission
landing in the Autumn leaves
Migration browned ducks
12/20/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Octopoem type
My color almond color
Beige, brown, tan
I am of darken persuasion
Realm of the purple invasion
I am Royalty
Darken
a son of the Father
Abba
Darks of brown to occurring hair, skin iris of eyes browns and black
Indian of India darkest black browned African
4/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
Good and browned, for you, a pancake round,
flipped and stacked, a joy so profound,
or perhaps, I'll share, a waffle square,
with pear for extraordinary flair.
Flair, is great for a flapjack of wheat,
square, wonderful for a Belgian treat.
Profound, indeed, is a poppy seed -
round about now, that's just what I need
sprinkled upon a lemon muffin.
A whole man
was sucked into the earth,
when the sun made a hole.
Out of seeing a blue flunk
under the thin layer
of poor economy.
A sensitive mimosa
droops on knocking.
The browned bread does not claim any butter.
Hunger sleeps
on dust. Summer walks on
the heaving dogs.
A strange thing happens,
desires are flattened out.
Satish Verma
Form:
A whole man
was sucked into the earth,
when the sun made a hole.
Out of seeing a blue flunk
under the thin layer
of poor economy.
A sensitive mimosa
droops on knocking.
The browned bread does not claim any butter.
Hunger sleeps
on dust. Summer walks on
the heaving dogs.
A strange thing happens,
desires are flattened out.
Satish Verma
Form:
My husband said, “Pick up some bread
When you are at the store.
Of course you must be sure the crust
Is what I’m looking for.”
The loaf I found was nicely browned
And fresh out of the oven.
You never met a French baguette
About to get such lovin’.
For soon we’ll feast on what some yeast
Created with some flour;
When butter-spread, that loaf of bread
We’ll hungrily devour.
Egg
Milk
Some bread
Add butter
In a frying pan
Heat your frying pan modestly.
Beat the egg, add the milk, dip the bread in that mixture.
Each slice of dipped bread is added to the pan, and cooked gently until both sides are browned.
It may be known as “French Toast” today, but did you know that before the First World War, nearly everybody referred to it as “German Toast”?