we were
always burdened
by the
captivating chatter
discreetly hostel
last likely
a shew
proposition to
reconsider southwest
precook texarkana
thickened tangy
ambition crookedly
fluster and
recognizable flake
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
I like my doughnuts raised and glazed
coffee black and sweet
my fish a salt and battered
but you're my favourite treat
Indian is hot and spicy
Chinese it gets old
Italian can be fat and greasy
salad leaves me cold
I like my dumplings round and plump
vegetables stir-fried
prefer my fruit firm and fresh
but you're the best I've tried
man cannot live on bread alone
or so I was taught
you're my soul food make me whole food
you're my food for thought
I like my chicken finger-licking good
martini stirred not shaken
my medicine with sugar
but you're the best I've taken
there's no confusion I've come to the conclusion
if nothing else you are delicious
and at the risk of sounding repetitious
I've decided you're decidedly delicious
Nigerian most famous dish,
parties’ preferred meal.
Toothsome and eye-appealing,
cooked in rich red sauce—
spicy and tasty.
Delicious!
Yes.
Spicy Gordita
Welove Mexican food.
With Tabasco.
What about spicy gorditas?
Show them what you're made of.
Gorditas means corn cakes.
Throw in the enchiladas to bake.
I love cinnamon sopapillas.
Tonight we are having a fiesta.
Tequila with lime.
Can you walk a straight line?
I’m not sure about corn cakes.
Weneed something stronger than paper plates.
What about fish tacos?
After a drink, go down below.
Have a super burrito.
Beans make you toot.
Just have everything spicy.
Have some guacamole on the side.
You could turn into a chimichanga.
With some quesadillas.
What is your taco name?
Mine is spicy corn cakes.
She dresses spicy with ruffles and satin so bright.
We know she’s here, because the air gets light.
The chiffon on her sleeves are the palest tan.
She dances in high boots, with cutouts that can.
Who is her dressmaker the plain women ask.
She designs herself says her Great Uncle Flask.
He is not always reliable, and a braggart so…
We have no idea if this is the truth, as you know.
The townsfolk were jealous and calked her “ El Fuego.”
As she was the notorious flirt of sprawling, San Diego
Her shapely legs, put mens’ hearts in a total trance.
The scent of perfume, ah~with her, they wanted to dance.
Her eyes, like sensous lighthoueses ,forever were calling.
Like a wise
Them~ into her rapturous arms, they dreamt of falling.
Just long island iced tea, the Jamaican Pig told us.
We knew better than this, for we knew this pig, Gus.
Nothing spicy or startling inside the glass? I said.
He said no, but his tell-tale face turned a brilliant red.
Silver clouds up high,
a foil to Fall’s warm colors;
Cool spicy palette.
I remember the first time
I had eaten spicy food
I chose spicy chicken
On a bun with fries
Although it was hot
I did enjoy every bite
With my French fries
yellow mustard, thick, spicy
making tongue quicken
a great amount is dicey
with the grill lid closed
lips like roses posed
larruping
good!
sizzling fish taco, spread with
hottest Tabasco
avocado, bassa fillet
pungent vinaigrette
mango salsa moist
deliquesce
melts!
June 2, 2022
"What's Cooking On The Grill This Summer" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Nine mile water pipe.
Ponosse ergo
Godzilla saw
Liggttraxx
Letourneau g175
Saws fractum 2012 Aps
Forage
18123007007
Chain trencher
Sandvik dd42zie
Hw300
Mega tunnel boring machine
Mb r800dru cutter
Long wall shredder
Dc drum cutter
Roof top water harvesting.
Christmas boxes and ribbons from last year,
gatherings starting with those we hold dear,
gift paper, sprinkles, sparkling golden bows,
noisy silver bells on elves' twinkling toes.
Angels and carolers midst lovely lights.
Spicy kitchens, cookies, pumpkin delights.
stars shining down on a calm midnight clear,
we pause to reflect on this fleeting year.
Hanging the tinsel, we try to pretend
our world isn't hurting, we needn't mend
someone will feed those with little to eat
and fit shoes over their tired, bunioned feet.
So, we take our gifts, find some needy souls,
who are hungry, hurt, victims of life's tolls.
The smiles on their faces, and childrens' glee,
Gifts to us--hearts warmed by love's canopy
Our souls are expanded by miles and miles
when love reaches far to warm others' smiles.
November 26, 2021
"X" New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
A Second Place
I once ate a hot enchilada
to warnings I said yada yada
they had rightly said
eat the mild instead
Next time I’ll order a tostada
down by the peach grove
lush fruit hangs ripe on the tree
fragrance of rose wafts
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