Short Leftovers Poems
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Is a dish best served
as cold leftovers
from a meal
of might
have beens
from back before
you had stormed out
and left me here
dining all
alone
If gluttony is a sin –
then count me in
I’ll ask forgiveness tomorrow
for leftovers again!
Written November 24, 2022
Chicory and parsley soup
smoked streaky bacon
devilled prawn notepaper bread
sweet sandwich granache
buttermilk snow with
pink rhubarb
Drool !
O circus, circus
the ox and his Fergus.
The whale took a bite of the moon.
The carnivore gasped to see that chomp.
And the pig civilized the baboon.
still, non-dynamic study
of my
liquid leftovers sliding down her collapsed body
burn-out lust
wasted hardcore vigor
for an ancient misinterpretation of genitals.
Form:
A butter cream cake covered in the most colourful of sprinkles.
Rainbow frosted layers full of an irresistible moist texture.
Sweetest of cakes eaten ever, no leftovers after.
leftovers from royal suite~
starving kid's treat
August 13, 2020
2-LINE POEM - ziket Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
~Winner: 3rd Place
When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!
12-20-16
There once was a gobbler named Tom,
Who thought himself quite the fowl homme,
Though hens thought him a cad,
Pilgrims thought he was rad,
Especially stuffed, roasted and basted...nom, Nom NOM!!
Baggage packed
Leaving here
Have my razor drugs things
Throw away the leftovers
And clean the apartment
I did not come here of my own choice
Leaving on my own
Going to see the old family
Ciao bella
Seemed that cooking at home did not pay;
we were throwing leftovers away.
Though the food's now piled higher,
with our brand new freeze dryer,
we can save it for a rainy day.
On the morning after
a turkey-dining day,
‘leftovers for breakfast'
is a bit of okay.
A dish or a sammich,
whatever you feel like;
Throw in all the fixin's:
A great morning meal, like.
Just another day
Stopped on the way home from work
Drugstore leftovers
I just want to eat
Alone amid the couples
Save your pity please
Anticipation
Wrapped gift sitting on her lap
Did he lose his way?
“Leftovers” are the name of the game
That's sure not a very appealing name
They're still delicious
No matter repetitious
Should go in the Cooking Hall of Fame
© Jack Ellison 2016
the inlaws and outlaws have left
the turkey has so much less heft
got pies for the flies
and naps for the eyes
the icebox has suffered from theft
but
still got ‘nuff leftovers to make peach gobbler
our love is finished
going through your leftovers
find nothing to keep
tossing of pictures, letters
souvenirs, knick-knacks, trinkets
all reminders gone
nothing left but bitterness
one thing I must keep
grapes still clutch
the vine
along the backyard fence
like clusters of birds
harvesting leftovers
from a picnic
their juice sweetens
like wine
as the nights cool
just enough left
to pool
and intoxicate
It’s a strange thing looking alive in a leftovers box
Its crumbly beige and yellow with a brown layer underneath
It looks like aubergine, cream and mince, with a hint of something else
What will it do to your teeth?
My family all agree
Turkey dinner great
But leftovers take the prize
About eight pm
Turkey sandwiches
Some more pie
Great!
I am thankful for the people who grow and harvest our food.....
Flight of it's presence is gone
Anger of the past, constant leftovers
Provocative feelings, displeasure
Can calm your mind of listlessness
Fulfilling power, they're already gone
Remarkable wonder,
What have you found
Some things in life you cannot fix,
so we burn blemished bridges.
Throw leftovers into bonfires,
watching silent embers blaze in
grandiose gold and orange flames.
Wait, as toxic smoke smoulders clear.
i cannot speak but print
be about as accurate
as possible without
problems that be
a pronunciation
difficulty of a
single point
trying to
be as
the sourest of all my...
leftovers
len
(cof...cofcofcof....)
Prettiest buck acted like he did not know he was fine.
We watched him hop over fences with does in a line.
They all want his attention, they flirt with him sublime.
The other bucks pick out his leftovers, saying “that one’s mine.”
i live next to an lonely flower.
sometimes i get the feeling i know how it feels;
all the leaves together and yet so far away - each of them living time's time.
it's like us in an empty ball
trying to catch the leftovers of a thought.
Thanks be given to many things,
To celebrate the cooked bird within.
Humbly beseeching the deserts that be,
Too much for my overstuffed tummy,
Oh, jess!
Leftovers for a week!
What a treat.
No guess,
What next I will eat!