Short Marinara Poems
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i offered her
as an offering
my special
homemade
marinara
sauce
she said she'd
gladly eat
my noodle
i said honey
i said
penne
Form:
stop signs and strawberries
lavish lipsticks and lovely lingerie,
ruby apples and scarlet satins
tasty tomatoes and tangy marinara sauces
cherries and cold cheeks
one of my favorite colors
Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon
ordered marinara with parmesan.
When he finished up his plate,
he burped and hopped a southbound freight.
Writing history can be a crime,
when you insist that it must rhyme.
Thin crust, golden brown,
zesty marinara sauce with hot pepper cheese
round discs of Canadian bacon with chunks of sweet yellow pineapple
Tasty banana peppers, a Hawaiian delight, homemade by me
My favorite pizza ever!
Displease Custodian Cowboy
Anchor Through Paralyze
Bullring Chute Fallback
Floppy Faultlessly Eye
Cauldron Brandy Marinara
Nightshade Always Tragedy
Youthful Guard Hearse
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Spaghetti Marinara,
Penne Carbonara,
Pizza Contadino,
Pane Vino,
Espresso O Capuccino
Parmeggiano Reggiano,
Pepperoncino Napolitano,
Basilico Romano,
Olive di San Damiano.
Baci Perugini,
Deliziosi Torroncini,
Cannoli Siciliani,
Tanti Auguri
ITALIANI!
Charma
Form:
Spaghetti marinara
penne carbonara
pizza contadino
pane vino
espresso o cappucino
parmeggiano reggiano
pepperoncino napolitano
basilico romano
olive di San Damiano
Baci Perugini
Deliziosi torroncini
Cannoli siciliani
tanti auguri
ITALIANI
----------------------------------------------------------------CHARMA
Form:
three more
three more ingredients
to add to my soup
my wife
always said
three
father
son and
holy ghost
but that
was for
marinara
today
it's cold
and so a bowl
of hot
soup
will do
in
my stack
of stock
i have
beans peppers lentels onion garlic to start with
but then tomatoes basil oregano bay leaves but
don't leave
out the
butter
Form:
not neapolitan
pizza with just basil
cheese and a marinara
sauce sweet but oh so spicy
in Chaucer's time she
would have been a day's
eye as the sun crosses the
sky with all the flower heads
following failing
to capture her true
light as the day eases
into night and so to sleep
we become
a daisy chain
completing the
cyclical but not to
be the
forgetful
change of
life and our
limbs
Form:
Manipulated raw bleached rolled wheat
Hard spaghetti facilitated
That melts in your mouth
Burns your eyelashes
Pinches your ears and nose
Blue marinara sauce. sauce.
That's too hot, so sweet to meet
All that's left
Is a dessert plate rabbit raw,
yet it all tastes great.
Crunck! Crunch.!
As I munch, yummm!
Thisravished raw royal spaghetti
8/16/26
by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Under paper napkin clouds, silver bridges connect the great red mesa.
Bubbling soda rivers run silently behind the spiced Marinara bathed angel hair.
Discarded pipeline strew the banks where black Manzanilla olives Drip from finely
chopped rigatoni hills.Clumps of ice like galciers divide forest of pasta and
breadsticks.Broccoli trees spring from towers of bowls and saucers where bean
sprout and spaghetti vines climb.