Short Curried Poems
Short Curried Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Curried by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Curried by length and keyword.
cauliflower risotto
ricotta gnocchi
with lightly curried scallops
lobster raviolo
warm chocolate cake
Glass of Bucks
Fizz!
Curried crawfish tails hors d'oeuvre
Moules mariniere
Fresh oysters au naturel
Some shrimp canapes
and lobster croquettes
Out fishing
Huh !
(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!
Limerick : Once a Heavy Weight was given a choice
Once a Heavy Weight was given a choice
Either to eat rice or curried lice
Mice in his training camp
Carried lice for their champ
So he ate raw rice with curried mice.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
~Brown Rice cooked with kidney beans
Southern home flavor
Curried chicken and ginger
With pear preserve sauce
Horseradish blended
Tossed salad
Yum!
For and in Honor of Sara Kendrick
And Contest: Low Country Boil
On Good Friday after church we eat
curried pickled fish and hot crossed buns
and drink black coffee because we share
in the painful agony of the Lord.
On Easter Sunday after church we braai *
meat and drink like fish and rejoice
in the victory over death and grave.
* (rhymes with "bye" ) - barbeque / barbecue
Limerick : Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 4
Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Married a divorcee and put Church in chain
There, she said : « Me ? Married ! »
Here, she said : « Me ? Curried ! »
Free-Maisons dubbed her : Saint Marianne* Brain !
* Marianne : symbol of the French Republic
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
An abacus arriving ate apples and so articulate were the sonnets delivered. So brave a bead. Pass pass passing. 5million mules delivering bread. Grabbing a gatepost. Steadily surfing a silvery wired wave. Whilst juggling 863 cows. Hahahaha mystified mood swings hahahaha and a peach coloured bucket carrying a ladle. Marketing strategy. 1 2 3 and a curried curriculum climbing. Xxxx evaporation z
Form:
Life is the same, yet lived differently
Under the azure of the sunny, crisp
For the seconds that birthed
Minutes that earned
Hours that gifted
Days that created moments
Months that yielded
Years that counted under the
Solar, I thank the Creator whom
Curried me through times and
The family that holds firm my hands to
Friends whose shoulders solid wrenched
Fans who inspired courage
I celebrate you in Love
Be for me, no more
than you have hidden away
in self-deception. Today,
tomorrow, into next week,
make yourself real for me;
toss the curried bullcrap out
with that bouquet of empty words
you're so clever with. Those tapping feet
need to settle down in an honest rhythm
of sound that catches my attention,
that makes me want to press
my cheek to yours, in simple friendship.
All the wrong things are at the top
of your list.
Form:
My brother Fred thinks outside the box
Wears red and green polka dot socks
He still collects overpriced pet rocks
Eats bagel holes, no cream cheese or lox
Sister Sue sleeps with the horse in the barn
Her iridescent make-up sets off alarms
She's got a pair of tatooed arms
Among her other diverse charms
Me, I'm the white sheep of the bunch
When I eat, I snap, crackle, crunch
'Course it depends on what I have for lunch
On curried cockroach krispies, I like to munch