Tasting Poems | Examples

Seaweed, My Favourite Acquired Taste

Seaweed, another nutritious meal,
With an acquired taste in a meal,
I desire for my breakfast,
What is the purpose,
Is it the cellulose,
That is so delicate to be pulled by the force,
Enhanced by the source,
Here, I found the origin,
I wish it would taste addictive like margarine,
Or tangerine,
In the summer, 
I blenched it with salt and water,
It could not get any better,
What is more settler,
I grab a bowl,
The essence is rich,
Yet, I extract it for more,
I don't want to get the tongue sore,
I let the broth do more,
It is an enjoyable meal,
I set it on the chill,
I wait until till,
What does it call then,
I could have it by ten,
How much I appreciate it, till then.

Wine Tasting

bottles of bubbly 
reds white peach burgundy blush 
all smooth when sipping

Tasting

Treacly sweet is the juice of summer berries, 
enervating me to anticipate it upon my lips.
Savoring the confection of melted chocolate 
is a delicious flavor to lick from my fingertips.

Intoxicating my palate, is a decadent wine.
Ripened grapes leave me in a euphoric state.
Bacchus would claim, "It's simply divine!"
To slake my thirst, I'd not choose to abate.

But there are other flavors, not so appealing...
salty tears that have coursed from my eyes
or the taste of goodbye from a lover's kiss.
Bitter is the sapidity of a soul's sorrowful cries.

After tasting pure honey of unmitigated love,
there can be no substitute for the syrupy mead.
When sipped from lips, once tenderly kissed,
the desire for more becomes an obsessive need.

Call It Whatever You Want

It's the marketers in the room
Who must be in a state
We have a wine with a name
Impossible to articulate

There are basic rules to obey
When creating a brand
Simple, one or two syllables
Easy to remember and understand

Google, Lego, Cotton-On
Whatsapp, DHL, Bard
Nerf, Typo, and Shell
They work, cos they're not that hard

And the winemaker’s with us tonight
Brad, with his entourage
Will he agree with this assessment?
Or insist it's sabotage!

Bit-and-for-wag-thing
Brute-and-formatage
I've been practising all week
And the correct pronunciation is still at large

However, let me tell you one thing
That's not easily found today
When you've got a perfect product
Marketing becomes child's play

You can call it what you want,
You can dress it up as a clown
When your wine's as good as Brad's
You get to wear the golden crown

So please, enjoy tonight
Taste and savour every option
Because it's always an unforgettable evening
When you're drinking Buitenverwachting

I Chase the Wind, and Live I Tasting It

I Chase The Wind, And Live I Tasting It

My angry dust is dust of desert plains.
Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.

I am worn with a wild desire and yet fit
I have wandered the earth and mountains
In vain fled from Apollo's burning fires
I chase the wind, and tasting all of it.

What avails gathering world's stirring motions
As the planets above fly right on by
Wherein wide across is the windy ocean
And soft the mourning doves sin

My angry dust is dust of desert plains.
Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.

Invisible chains hold me. I am not free.
My lost lover you have that hold over me!

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme,
Oct. 23rd 1971

The First Pairing of 2023

Yes please. We're back.
The first pairing of 2023
Stunning wines by Hartenberg
And Lanser's food, mhuh, just wait and see

Our country's seen better days
With literal pooh coming down
Crooked politicians, state capturers
and Juli-assses band of clowns

Tonight. Yes tonight
Let's sweep it all off the table
Raise our glasses, eat like kings
And present the largest smiles that we're able

For tomorrow when you awake
You know what you're gonna say
What a spectacular night
Lanser's on Main, it made my day

Loud Kitty Wails About Tasting Sous Chef Soup

Syrup the cat was a sous- chef, her soup hit the spot.
her concoctions of rabbit and mice made a fine pot
you cannot make me taste that. You cannot! Cannot!
yelled an out-of-control kitten who was a bit of a snot.

Syrup kept stirring her concoction of kibble and bit.
she did not mind at all that the child was having a fit.
harried mother of the tabby kitten put down her sweater of knit.
giving a responsibility lecture to her child, a chit wit.

child’s loud wailing and mewing did not make her mommy proud.
her antics were ridiculous, annoying, and totally loud.
grandma said watch this, and she threw soup into child’s mouth.
yummy in my tummy! The kitty yelped as the soup traveled south.

After Reading Whitman, Gathering Airs and Tasting the Garnishes

I am the wind
the textured curl of clouds
those specks of glitter
silver and gold are my
illustrative gleams

the foiling wings
that flutter and flap
feathers ripe with color

complementing all rosy hills
a rolling kiss a splash of
blush a dash of spicy dish
the pepper and the salt
of a morning's stirring serving

see me in the meadows
there where wildflowers overflowing
bees and butterflies how they gaily
bob take lick like little children
at the serving tops of apples candied
making funny faces where those more
tart chasing rainbow tails the
fond remnants of showers

I made this day for you
now do me honor
save some acres from your cities
and roads
one or two at the least
as I keep sacred
your plot through the heavens

My Tasting Bed

Woke up in my bed with blood on my lips.
It was salty and gamey, and I craved more.
The man next to me had weird eyes.
They were staring at the ceiling;
I did not realize it was because he had died.

I was not tempted to taste him; vampires need fresh.
I hopped out of bed and looked out into the alley.
There was a girl there smoking; I hate nicotine.
Ugly habit; non-tasty. I liked fresh and untainted.
A small child would be welcome, but they are in bed.

Something small enters the alley; a cat.
I shake my head, disappointed.
Go back to sleep someone said.
It was the inn keeper, she had entered the room.
Your wailing is worrying the other tenants.
I crooked my finger, luring her to my tasting bed.

Tasting

Your name shares a space
With chocolate
Steak
Fine wine
And other things that feel good in my mouth.

Foul-Tasting Social Media

bitter
twitter

Tasting Karmic Delights

You can pick 'em up with your fingers.
Did I mention they're scrumptious?
Oh yes, you can't eat them.
They're only for others.







Liberum Divisa 5 Poetry Contest 4/20/21
Gregory R Barden
Original Poem: Karmic Delights

Tasting Life

A zephyr skipped along, midday,
      Rose-daubed my cheek in ides of May,
         As if to goad, and giggling, say -
   'My lad, this moment's wasting ...
Such zest waits for the tasting!'

      The sea was donning Sunday's best,
         With shimmered pearls upon its breast,
   Its voice reminding from each crest -
'My lad, the hours are wasting ...
      Such wine awaits the tasting!'

         New heather danced atop the hills,
   With white and pink Chantilly frills,
And sang to me with plaintive trills -
      'My lad, the day's a-wasting ...
         Such fare waits for the tasting!'

   The creeping dusk, swathed in the moon,
Enchanted, blue, each dale and dune,
      Then, tender-voiced, began to croon -
         'My lad, the night-tide's wasting ...
   Romance awaits the tasting!'

Oh, months and years go far too fast,
      As dreams are swallowed by the past,
         But time still beckons, clear and vast -
   'My lad, each breath is wasting ...
There's life left for the tasting!'

      There's LIFE left, yet ... so TASTE it!'

Tasting the Rainbow

On a sunny day
The sun shining bright
It suddenly pours rain 
this seldom happens

As suddenly the rain 
Stops pouring downward
It quickly stops
then a rainbow is seen

Pondering the taste
Of all the colours
I reached up to taste
the rainbow

Blue-taste like grape
White -peppermint
Yellow - lemon
Green-lime
Orange-orange
Red-cherries
These are the colours I have tasted

Bipoc Tasting - a Flight of Usa

(A haiku suite)

Racism Chardonnay
flesh-eating fungi
gorged upon humanity 
never to be healed?

Capitalism Merlot
symbiant becomes
neoliberal parasite
none for all for one

Xenophobia Sangria
bring your tired toward wall
who like living in cages
got somthin' forum

Democracy Moscato
glitch in the matrix
democrat/republican
i want a do-over

Patriotism Chenin Blanc
grand experiment
do what founders' ideals said
unlike what you do

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