Start with potatoes, skinned and scoured
Add onion and cream that has soured
Season with pepper, stirring well
Sprinkle in some salt and just smell!
Potatoes should cook until done
This is tastiness that’s homespun!
Fill a bowl with soup, sit a spell
Sprinkle in some salt and just smell!
Couldn’t love this soup any better
Best in times we wear a sweater
Soup so good it’s not a hard sell
Sprinkle in some salt and just smell!
Start with potatoes, skinned and scoured
Sprinkle in some salt and just smell!
Categories:
tastiness, appreciation, autumn, creation, food,
Form: Kyrielle
I was hovering across a brook that echoed slump.
I was inspiring a hoary praxis out of camp.
The river, with its vibrant species, reflects my pain.
It flows but never dwindles, unseen to our brain.
Somebody is endlessly esteeming in glances to you.
Living in this shining world is lenient with such subdue.
You utterly reach a staggering ability that we bear.
Grasp, you merely racked a seemly time spare.
This onslaught of life rebukes is not for your tastiness.
It is the most momentous implement in the universe.
His opulence is being bequeathed to you powerfully.
There is something you recognize bearing out swiftly.
When may I reckon to heed the ring doves whistling?
Rivers have burrowed their way into my soul pursuing.
Written; December 23, 2021
Categories:
tastiness, analogy, caregiving, community, devotion,
Form: Sonnet
A long ago, during warm midsummer-nights glow worms reminded me
That constellations in the sky were not the only bright specks,
I’d run my life checks
Irregular but stern
As if I were a dying drifter
Who throws rocks left and right
Of the long railway of life
As if marching uphill rugged Brumby bushland
For the last stand
To defend not only the fragile Earth’s crust
One providentially stands on
But also to withstand the tastiness of madness
The present provides in filled up Phoenician stone vases
That were resting on the bottom of the sea
Until the lungs of young divers
Brought them back to the surface
Right into the nexus of our lives
Like a gong of a cosmic time system
With the purpose of timing heart beats
Of the living,
And the decay process of the dead.
Aesthetically the battle might have been pleasing
In the realm of morbidly catatonic reality
In the end, it turned out to be
Just a slice of the vintage Hermelin
Often served in the Central Bohemia
Where big breasted waitresses know very little
But compensate with the Karamoazovian smiles, so well.
Terra firma, I stand on, I battle on.
Categories:
tastiness, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Orange and brown cake
Perfect for Halloween night
As partygoers enjoy
All the fun of the evening
The tastiness is perfect
Russell Sivey
Categories:
tastiness, holiday, life, halloween,
Form: Tanka
Chicken Noodle soup
On a cold and winter day
makes you feel all warm inside
And ready to face today
You slurp the noodles
and you smile at its tastiness
You drink the broth
and giggle a little
Its Chicken Noodle Soup
So slurp away.
Categories:
tastiness, food, children, funny, life,
Form: I do not know?
Precise Measurements...
Yeast Flour Water Hand Made Bread...
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Categories:
tastiness, food
Form: Haiku
Fried flour shell, shaped like a bowl
Filled with ground meat, beans
Lettuce, tomato, glorious cheese
Topped with sour cream and guacamole
Melt in my mouth delicious!!
I wonder if this is one of those americanized dishes started by the Mexican, basic
Menu and perfected to tastiness for the American pallet?
Does not matter but I love a taco salad, with corn chips and salsa!!
Categories:
tastiness, food
Form: Light Verse