Tastebuds Poems | Examples

pot : acrostic triplet : 1408

[contest 1408 : Premier 
Brian Strand
1.9.25 : Placed 7th ]



POT filled with buttery butternut soup

OKRA  sauce sprinkled atop chilli hot ~

TICKLES our tastebuds on rosy cosy spot

Embodying the Light

     Light withdrawn
     Expands again
       approaches dawn
       clucks the hen

    Constellations fade
    Skies o’erspread   
       glory arrayed
       chickens fed

    Rising sun
    Prayers bespake  
      omelets done
      tastebuds awake


  
  Entry in 'Embodying the Light' contest
       Sponsor: Unspeaking Speaker
             January 27, 2025

Hot Pickles Are Better Than A Cookie

Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
That crunch such a perfect sour bite,
sinful taste please feed them to me;

My palate prefers fire to candy,
oversaturated leaves me contrite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;

They’re more than a little bit spicy;
Tastebuds left in afterglow all night,
sinful taste please feed them to me;

Always going down so easily,
the sweat on my brow a delight;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;

Let’s ignore wading in gently,
cannonball dive is doing it just right;
Sinful taste please feed them to me;

Give me heatwaves no talking sweetly,
I’ll devour flames whole just for spite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie,
sinful taste please feed them to me.

Doggie in the window --- revised

How much is that hot dog on the griddle
The one that is so plump and moist
How much is that hot dog that is cooking
My hungry belly has a choice

They all look delicious and yummy
I can hear the grumble in my tummy
Different sizes and flavors--- it's insane
Lots of tasty toppings--- just not plain

I want to eat one I can savor
My tastebuds will enjoy each flavor
I don't want to overload my jaw
But I shove them inside --- just not raw

How much is that hot dog on the griddle
The one that is so plump and moist
How much is that hot dog that is cooking
My hungry belly has a choice

pizzeria nirvana

a girl making pizza dream

her toppings make tastebuds scream

tomato tossed swirls

with cheese in great curls

queen of the epicure scene.

Brutally Honest

I’m thirsty
It’s hot
I order a cold, refreshing soda.
I can hardly wait

My tastebuds excited as they wait for the glorious liquid to envelope the inside of my mouth

Anticipating the rush of little bubbles exploding with fervor as they make their way down my throat.

The satisfaction of feeling the cold fluid colliding with my internal thermostat, plunging the reading back to decency 
Refreshing my ever parched and dry soul

Only to swallow a flat, warm soda.

That has been my experience knowing you.

Elements of a Dram

Earth, with her fertile ground used all year round
Strong and consistent and new growth persistent
A yield from a field, and a brood of oakwood

Fire, he strikes a match, we start a new batch
Set smoke in a kiln and give life to a still
Begin the real process and start to excite our noses

Air sends a gust that bares a friend, anaerobic right till the end,
We lay it down with care and let the angels have their share.
Let’s give it some time, meanwhile I’ll write this rhyme

Water is here so pure and clean, always from the “world’s best” stream,
Drop-by-drop dilution, phenols and booze in solution
This ancient refreshment takes us closer to perfection

Spirit, In the base of a glencairn, it’s time for my tastebuds to learn,
I’ll give it a smell, a wee sip, and I can tell
That this for me, is exceptional whisky

Elements of a Dram

Elements of a Dram

Earth, with a fertile ground used all year round
Strong and consistent and new growth persistent
A yield from a field, and a brood of oakwood

Fire, with the strike of a match, we start a new batch
Set smoke in a kiln and give life to a still
Begin the real process and start to excite our noses

Air, a gust bares a friend, anaerobic right till the end,
We lay it down with care and let the angels have their share.
Let’s give it some time, meanwhile I’ll write this rhyme

Water, so pure and clean, from the “world’s best” stream,
Drop-by-drop dilution, phenols and booze in solution
This ancient refreshment takes us closer to perfection

Spirit, In the base of a glencairn, it’s time for my tastebuds to learn,
I’ll give it a smell, a wee sip, and I can tell
That this for me, is exceptional whisky

Chicken Soup

The     warm, frothy soup
feels good      my tastebuds,
one scoop
            after the other.

It goes well   with a good 
        company
around a        bonfire
gazing at the clear, night      sky...

Sweet Amla

So bitter but oh so sweet
Enlivened tastebuds and tightened jaws
Better health I long to greet
Biding obedience to natural laws

Naturally cleansing and nurturing
Assimilation and digestion on high
Invaluable health I'm furthering
Toxicity and disease I bid a sweet good-bye

From the Kitchen Window

The burst soapsuds dissipate.
Six doves outside my window
Enjoy their meal, congregate.
Wings whirr, head to the gingko

Baby phoebes see surroundings.
With wide mouths expose tastebuds
Hunger each day compounding!
I look, then see burst soapsuds   

So much happening outside my kitchen window view that I forget the dishwater is getting cold and chores going undone. 

June 20, 2023

When

When
Poetry's something that's unexplainable
Where the minds willing the pen is able
Just as an author beginning a book
With one word an intriguing novel’s struck.    

Same as a chef cooks up newfound dishes
That tempt tastebuds with delicacies
Or artists with inspired motivation
Painting many a superb creation.    

Musicians who compose melodic tunes 
Enhancing enchanted romance to bloom
Choreographers who create dance moves
Urging folk to put on their dancing shoes.   

Enthusiastic actors learn their lines
So their performances are fine and shine
Doctors and nurses with life saving skills
Treat and deliver us from hurts and ills.   

Teachers inspire learning, it’s their purpose 
Without schooling one’s life would be worthless
All sorts of talent and all works of art
Are imaginings felt deeply in heart.   

There is plenty to gain and naught to lose
When one is in the mood and finds their muse.

24th April 2023

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Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France 
Word choice - no.2 When

Musk Hibiscus

      Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
      Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly 
      Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
      Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully 

    
      Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
      Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
      Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
      Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth 

    
      Gender column calm offers an absconding
      Seductive glands have universal indulgence 
      Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
      Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion 


      Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
      Expands our command of unimagined planets
      Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
      Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants 


      
      

          23rd  January 2023

          Written for Contest: Musk
          Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

Taking a Fall Drive

I took my last fall ride
Down the road 
Where we could see egg yolks beaten with milk
Splattered upon the sweet gum, silver birch and hickory

Fall's angular sunlight at just the right time of day
Bringing to life those divine colors
Almost hurting my eyes with the brilliance
And the awesome illumination sent from God

The hills came alive with color
Rust, yellow, gold, orange, pine green mixed with amber, and brown
Like spring's potatoes' skins which fall swiftly
Into the waste pail so we can have mashed for lunch

Looking upward a vision of longing for design
The V of geese flying south
If we were to stop, turn off the engine
We could hear the honks of them longing for home 

We could also see 
Those geese break through a 
Panting bulldog cloud then disappear
Above fall's glorious color as we pass it by

A short trip where we stop only once to purchase
Apples, apple cider
Then aroma surrounds us tempting our tastebuds
At home, warm caramel and fresh apples for dessert

Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Contest: Fall Flavors
Date Written: 9/12/2022
Theme: Taking A Fall Drive

A Jar of Mustard and Ketchup Too

Yes you are lacking in basic culinary skills
your cooking is wanting for a flavor thrill
And heaven knows you'll never make a savory dish
so close your eyes and use the chefs last wish
Food too plain and bland what do you do
get that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Don't be shy tastebuds counting on you
open that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Slather it, smear it, pour it on strong
the more you use the less it taste wrong
The vigor of mustard on your tongue
that sweetness of ketchup sings a song
Disguise that flavorless gunk on your plate
pile high those condiments for goodness sake
Make it bearable and a eatable chow
with sky high food prices can't be wasteful now
So be grateful and thankful that you are able to chew
your mediocre insipid rather mild boring cooked food
By simply adding to the table what you must do
a jar of mustard and ketchup too.

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