Short Condiments Poems
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Much like compliments, so do condiments
~ bring forth sweet temperaments
Like the background music in movies
Like the artwork on the walls of your home
Condiments spice up your sandwich
~ Conversation is the spice of your life
I love toast….the smell, the taste
The condiments that give toast wings
Most importantly though
I love the comfort toast brings
Even better when toast is accompanied
By oldest friend and best buddy
Nothing more comforting or heartwarming
Than toast and tea!!
Disana Magluto is our good cook
Who writes recipe in our kitchen nook
With some herbal condiments
Trying all things different
She will write her first fictional cookbook
June 4, 2022 8.23am
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Kept in the fridges of
kitchens of my land, the
King of Condiments is
Known to enhance french fries!
Kids at heart love it, so
Kick off your morning with
Ketchup on scrambled eggs!
March 10, 2017 for Pleiades K Contest of Kim Merryman
I have Smelly Armpits and
Bursting to Go
but; I'm heading to the supermarket
the condiments aisle
I meet my neighbour
like conversing with a
pigeon
give me the full recipe
he says
he has arm wrestling
intelligence -
but how to get out of it
unsex me now
come, thick night
he talks about his hedges
I shoplift
the sugar puffs
Combine chicken and yogurt; garlic,
ginger, turmeric, cayenne. Saute mint
and mustard-seed till aromatic and seeds
begin to pop. This from memory,
the cookbook’s lost. You have to intuit
quantities, and what to slice, mince,
chop, or dice. Serve on basmati rice
with cilantro and condiments of choice.
Inhale, close your eyes, taste India.
a hardening mangosteen
with wounded white seeds
increasing into rotten arrogance
of monstrous' velocity
sentimentality-
rises slowly to the skin
emitting cerebral poison
flavored with the sourest
and most bitter condiments
as troubled being
devours senseless hurt
sentimentality’s lava
flows drifting soul into sin
June 4, 2022 9.52am
democracy is
like mobocracy or like
gangocracy ~ folks
conservatives are
like preservatives ~ packaged
seasoned condiments
green party nature's
most guarded percentages ~
dimes quarters and halves
national org. of
women ~ beauty contest is
the bow wow n-o-w club
peace corp manned front lines
hyped to show peace sign with hands
~ fingers ... two not one
Flirting w/a monster
Speaking words sinister
Amber eyes gleaming
Until a wail screaming
Finger painting in condiments
Splicing forgotten remnants
Crawling on the other-side
Bumming for a ride
Spewing pastels all over
Waiting to recover
Plucking vapors
Watching fire tapper
Jumping in the driver seat
Trying to retreat
To that sweet beat
To that sugar beat.
Yellow Mustard joined Olive Oil
At the motel, Blue Cheese Lagoon
Afraid he was much too anxious
Because she said he came to soon!
But he then knew what was ado
His cousin Dijon was more quick
Yellow Mustard was disappointed
Unaware Olive Oil was so slick
But the other condiments knew
They didn't need a measuring cup
They said it was in front of you
Come on Yellow Mustard Catch up!
Listen to poem:
Today Today Tomorrow
David J Walker
She said she would choke
Every yesterday
that came to mind
Smother them in condiments
Spewing out false memories
Of an alternate life
lost
The day to day
Changes
With every tomorrow realized
The reality of today
Weaponized
You can’t know what today
Was like
She said
Until you hate it tomorrow
In her cupboards
are dried herbs,
spices and condiments.
She keeps the kitchen clean,
the pantry clean
but no food except for cat food,
cans and cans of cat food,
wet cat meats in stacked tins.
Only the best, good quality cuisine
fit for her and her cats.
The cats will not consume
the food if spiced or seasoned.
Over the years
her tastes have changed
now she takes no spices,
but her whiskers tingle
at the thought of catnip.
I want him to look at me like I am a juicy blood rare steak
That he could eat with or without condiments
I want him to look at me like I am a sunset at the edge of a beach
I want him to feel I am gold at the end of the rainbow
I want him to see the real me, and appreciate my gentle heart.
I want him to feel proud when he shows me off.
I want him to introduce me to family as if I am a priceless gem
He discovered all on his own.
A mother that hears the cry of her baby
does not turn deaf ears to show indifference.
A woman prepared for a culinary task,
by all means, gathers the condiments required.
A barricadoed road, however restrictive,
suffices not to keep an incubating hen off her eggs.
A nocturnal darkness does not stand to disorientate
a hand to miss its way to the mouth.
Scavenging any available heaps in sight
reflects the missing of a valuable.
In her cupboards
are dried herbs,
dried spices and condiments.
She keeps the kitchen clean,
the pantry clean
but no food except for cat food,
cans and cans of cat food,
wet cat meats in stacked tins.
Only the best, good quality cuisine
fit for her and her cats.
The cats will not consume
the food if spiced or seasoned.
Over the years
her tastes have changed
now she takes no spices
or herbs
but her whiskers tingle
at the thought of catnip.
Sun angles in on the room just so
There's a strip of light on the floor for my dog
Sirens outside if you pay attention
AC doing its best
Nothing in the fridge
But condiments and expired takeout
No money to shop for food
Finish my book
Stare at the wall
Is this what it's all about
I must be missing something
I was born without hunger
Watch other people
They seem so fake
Like a bad sitcom
Is anyone happy
Is anyone sane
The dog licks his ass and falls asleep
He's got it all figured out