Short Snacking Poems
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It will remind you of alchemy
how taste and image don’t align;
Lypophrenia hits you,
best friends the county fair;
Memories play back
while snacking on
those cotton
candy
grapes.
Freshly roasted I,
Enjoy the flavor of my
Pumpkin seeds with salt
And olive oil bath;
A quite delicious snack that,
Is very healthy.
Sprinkled with pepper
And some fresh sesame seeds;
Savory wonder!
In the kitchen, baking with mummy
Christmas goodies that so yummy
To wrap up for the tummy
For the snacking with my chummy
Later on we will party
Then eat the snacks that are so hardy
So I must be ready and not tardy
Or I may be outside in the yardie
I am starving.
Only snacking on soft words,
When I should be devouring whole poems.
I am starving.
Only sipping on small syllables,
When I should let the ink drip from my chin.
I am starving.
Only letting words dance over my tongue,
When my mouth should be full.
I am starving.
Each of us have two wolves living inside us
One wants to eat burritos
and watch horror movies.
The other wants to walk about
in its underpants all day
snacking on cheetos between long naps.
The wolf that thrives is the one
who lives on with diabetes while the other
dies of a heart attack.
poor choice
snack shame
junk food
guilt glitter
bean dip
lazy lava
nachos
cheesy
cheese chaos
melt mess
Cheetos
cheese demons
cheesy popcorn
crunch riot
Fritos
crunchy
crunchy
shrapnel
tooth doom
broke tooth
tooth pain
dentist
dentist
visit
snacking
failure
Snow's
whisper.
Soft Slippers,
Kittens playing.
Husbands face when caught before meal snacking.
Having a silent phone on my Birthday.
Hurtful words said.
Self disgust,
Lost trust.
Crime.
Paula Swanson
7/17/2011
For the contest: Smiles And Frowns
Sponsored by, Michael J. Falotico
When you’re done packing, then you can begin snacking.
Turtle soup is never lacking, to leave your lips smacking.
Gathering turtles is a game, without any kind of shame.
No one will ever even blame, tastes like chicken the same.
Make a trip into the loop, then chase slowly from the coup.
Then cook me up, turtle soup, sharing consommé in a group.
Tried to prevent,
Dogs from snacking on the cat litter smorgasbord.
Bought a gate,
But it's too late!
Cats to old,
Not very bold.
Pees outside of gate,
Oh, what to do,
He's peed in my shoe!
The gate works fine,
For those dogs of mine.
Now if I could just get my cat,
To pee on the other side!
While he's still alive!
I'm the best snacker there ever
was
My hands fit chip bags like my
hands fit my gloves
I've got Chex Mix, Cheese-It's,
Pork-Rinds, Cheetos
Pretzels, Gardettos, dip and
Doritos
I shovel it in morning, noon,
and night
I don't stop to breath, oh what
a sight
If you need snacking done,
remember what they say
Go grab that girl who can really
pack it away!
It is raining
Is a hurricane blowing
No speck of light is showing
The fear is now growing
Demonic voices overflowing
it's the ghastly reaper hacking
All the demons are snacking
hoping to cause some flacking
The reaper wants to start some shacking
danger danger...danger..
Only feeling the ground spinning
Who will it be to start winning...
Or will it just be sinning...?
When you go shopping, do you browse
And stroll up all the aisles,
Searching for surprising “Wows!”
That might elicit smiles?
Or do you clutch your list in hand
And check off every item
That’s always purchased as you planned
Each time, ad infinitum?
No matter how you shop, at least
When you’re back home, unpacking,
You’ll know that chances have increased
For some impromptu snacking.
Toss a smidgen
To a pigeon
And you know he’ll eat it,
Though once fed
A crumb of bread,
You can’t get him to beat it.
Still, what’s worse
And worth a curse
Are seagulls if you’re snacking,
For I’ve found
When food’s around,
They sometimes try attacking.
My advice –
You’ll pay the price
By tempting those with feathers,
For they know
Where humans go,
There’s food in any weathers.
A local politico dropped by today,
To spread his vision along his way.
His view, to me, seemed a bit lacking.
I’ve seen his kind and results of their snacking
On what I’ve earned through time and work.
I’ve met only one who wasn’t a jerk,
So I shot him (with camera) and bid him farewell;
Where I left him behind I never will tell,
He shall not again be smearing this pane,
Nor did he ever feel his or my pain.
R olling down the freeway, for hours and hours on end
O n our much anticipated family vacation,
A ll us kids were joking, yakking, singing songs and snacking,
D azzled by scenic routes and filled with youthful elation.
T old by Dad to quiet down, we simply couldn’t do it.
R eally, what did he expect eight rowdy kids to do?
I nside that station wagon we were squeezed in like sardines.
P aradise at last arrived: to the restrooms we all flew!
Dark is home for this rogue Lioness,
still some monsters I can’t benchpress;
So I do whatever I can to survive;
The hunt can never really be over,
even while being courted by a lover;
Handsome he is at the foot of the bed;
Pretty words can persuade it’s true
that when needed he will shelter you;
Until you’re a weapon too hard to wield;
Snacking on the crust of upper class
similar to a kill in Serengeti grass;
I always protect my safe haven.
adventurous days
running through wildflower fields
carefree memories
of playing with my siblings
birthday parties and skating
first day of grade school
a bit shy to make new friends
riding a school bus
Sesame Street with Big Bird
snacking on cookies and milk
waiting for Santa
holidays and Christmas trees
loving family
lots of giggles and laughter
old photographs in scrapbooks
August 13, 2022
Childhood Nostalgia Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Cat in the tree, searching for a rat
Dog on the ground barking at a bat
Deer in the meadow watching the site
Hunter in the hills aiming his sights
The bear in the cave was woken and awaiting to strike
Hunter pulls the trigger, as the bear goes for the kill
The dog turns to see the headless shooter
And the cat wanders off
The rat in the tree scampers in the other direction
The deer is fast asleep
While the bear is snacking
Nobody hears a peep.
Form:
So quick ... so easy ... even
Nutritious to those who know.
A small child, in a few heartbeats,
Can put one together to grow.
Its simplicity is utilitarian,
Both in beauty and its form.
As desire gains popularity, by
Constant requests for the snacking norm.
With great taste nearly universal,
It also quiets a hungry belly.
And that's just part of the magic,
Of the so-called, peanut butter & jelly.
When I was a kid, pistachios
Had shells they dyed bright red
And sure enough, that color
To your fingers quickly spread.
It didn’t wash off easily,
But left a tell-tale clue
About what you’d been snacking on,
That bright red proof on view.
Today, I cracked pistachios
And wondered, as I ate,
Why someone once decided
To disguise their natural state.
No matter why, that dye is gone –
Red fingers not the answer.
For all we know, pistachios
With dye might have caused cancer.