Uncooked Poems | Examples

But he didn’t say much about it

A conversation I had recently with a lady I just met.  With Remembrance Day coming up - Lest we Forget….


Over a cup of tea 
She told me of her Dad
Who was a Rat of Trobuk
You know he didn’t tell me until I was 14 
But he didn’t say much about it

He was only 21 
When the War begun
He enlisted with his mates
Because he couldn’t wait
But he didn’t say much about it

There were things he wouldn’t eat
Rabbit and rice uncooked sometimes
There was not much water
Fighting the Germans and Italians in the desert 
But he didn’t say much about it 

When he came back home
He married my mum his sweetheart
But some nights he couldn’t sleep
Shouting out in nightmares so complete
But he didn’t say much about it.

© Paul Warren Poetry

A Carton of Eggs

On my walk to stretch my legs
Today I came across,
On the path, a dozen eggs,
So I am at a loss.

The carton sat there and each shell,
Though rather neatly cracked,
Did pique my interest and compel
This writer to react.

Did someone eat those eggs uncooked?
(I’d cringe to try one raw.)
But on the sidewalk, last I looked,
A flame’s against the law.

At least within whoe’er consumed
Those eggs for some strange bash,
A sense of guilt should then have bloomed
To chuck them in the trash.

Poetry Soup Goulash

My love for all on Poetry Soup
like a tasty broth group.

Cook and stir

* 2 pounds lean Lebanon ground
in Dutch oven over medium-high heat,
breaking the Lebanon meat up as it cooks,
until all is no longer pink and has
started to brown, about 10 minutes.

Stir in the

* 2 Canada onions, chopped
* 3 United Kingdom garlic cloves, chopped
and cook for another 1o minutes

Stir in

* 3 cups Africa water  
* 2 (15 ounce) United States cans tomato sauce
* 2 (14.5 ounce) cans India diced tomatoes
* 3 tablespoons Isle Of Man soy sauce
* 2 tablespoons dried Italian herb seasoning
* 3 Philippines bay leaves
* 1 tablespoon seasoned Bangladesh salt, or to taste
and bring to a boil over medium heat.

Stir 

* 2 cups uncooked elbow Australia macaroni,
cover, and simmer over low heat until the pasta is tender,
about 25 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Poets with golden ink and pens
that make us move forward as friends
with inspiration, kindness, and honesty,
encouragement and compliments.
A small act of caring, which has the potential
to turn a life around.

I thank each and everyone of you far and near.


3/14/2022

Love Under R17 - Or 17 Rands

As I write ... streams slow
And a trickle of guilt
Flow, flow, flow
"Father, father, Faaathhher"
From beyond my gate and border
"Pastor, pastor, pastor"
Was the cry an hour before
He, Shady, got 5 Rands; he hoped for more
But as I write, I decide
Wonga won't be attended to
8 o'Clock at night? No, Charity will wait
I have shared uncooked & cooked rice
And the usual soups, bread, fruit
Coins adding up to 30 Rands
But mostly under 17; to enhance
My safety - giving minus predictability
So my "parishioners" see limits
But raised mostly Catholic, FATHER
Comes naturally to them -
 I did not take any title at the beginning
They avoid churches, even at funerals
Tents at homes is the local culture
So I share a little, though few attend
Our Protestant style of worship
Yet, once a week I invent JesusLuvsU Day
Jesus is Love, Love, LOVE

The Thanksgiving Meal

The turkey in the oven
In the early afternoon
Getting hungry now
Mashed potatoes, carrots
Put out the cranberry sauce
On the dinning room table
Time to check the turkey
Disappointed, uncooked
Wait a few hours
It is still uncooked
So we had the cooked stuff
With the stuffing mix

When the turkey was ready
Our stomachs were full
Homemade cherry cake 
Was the finishing touch
Our meal was not so bad
Turkey served the next day

Military Duck W-Anting Dessert

Popcorn 
stillborn 

Colonel 
kernal

Combat 
dessert

Army 
charming

Uncooked 
good luck
 
quack quack 
says duck

10/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Unnatural Magazine Covers

magazine cover
lovely beautiful turkey
painted but uncooked

Avant-Bras Superior Coupe

5 CUPS OF FLOUR
1 PACKAGE OF YEAST
1 TEASPOON OF SALT
5 TABLESPOONS OF MELTED BUTTER
4 EGGS
3 tablespoons OF vanilla EXTRACT
2 & 1/2 CUPS OF BUTTERMILK
MIX TOGETHER AND ALLOW TO DOUBLE IN SIZE

ADD
 1 CUP OF MASHED SWEET POTATOES(OR PUMKIN MASHED)
1/2 CUP OF TOASTED ALMONDS
1/2 CUP OF RASAINS
1/4 CUP OF MASHED BANNANAS 
3/4 CUPS OF UNCOOKED OATS
1 TABLESPOON OF CINNAMMON
1 TABLESPOON OF MACE
MIX WELL
AND MAKE WAFFLES 
SERVE WITH
FREID CHICKEN

PRAGRAZ'S CHICKEN
4 CHICKEN BREAST
CUT INTO HALFS
MAKES EIGHT PEICES.
(SPRINKLE CHICKEN WITH 1 TABLESPOONS OF CAYEENE PEPPER,PAPRIKA,GARLIC POWDER )
1 CUP OF SEASONED FLOUR
1 CUP OF BREAD CRUMBS
EGG WASH ( 4 EGGS 1 CUP OF MILK)
FOLLOW BASIC BATTERING PROCEDURE
FRY IN 3 CUPS OF COCONUT OIL
OR HALF COCNUT OIL AND HALF OLIVE OIL
SERVE WITH WAFFLES
AND 
MAPLE SYRUP
OR SUBSITUTE CHICKEN FOR LEAN PORK

Failed Promises

Failed promises 

You promised to love me more than I do
Treat like a child
Handle my heart like an uncooked egg
Not to listen to any foes

You promised to accept life defeat,to prove immortality of our love
Be with me,even at the peril time
Never to leave my side 
Not to hurt me like others 

You promise to drag down moon before my feet
Take me to that hiding paradise
Be my estacy and forever fantasy  
All this promises was made in the morning 
Hurts me most,seeing all been failed before noon.

Preoccupation

Preoccupation

The brain is a miraculous oddity
Roaming at will, out to play,
But returning to sober reality,
Preoccupation stilled for focusing
On the must-dos of the day.

Ah, but then there is that flower,
That beautiful bromeliad,
And the mind preoccupies to the child
Who thought it would make her glad.

Repot it to a larger container 
And she’s diverted to that task,
And the chicken breasts remain uncooked,
The brain is a miraculous oddity.

Where is the potting soil?

Preoccupying itself with raw chicken,
While the house goes unkempt,
Wandering to wonder where is the parchment,
Humming a song about children and flowers.

The brain is a miraculous oddity.

Dinner With Bogart

“Phil!” he squawks and Phil replies
Which, naturally, is no surprise
For Bogart’s lived with Phil for years;
They get each other, it appears.

At dinnertime, while we did eat,
The parrot joined us, quite a treat.
He ate his pasta, while we looked,
And also munched on some uncooked.

He delicately nibbled cheese
And broccoli, by small degrees;
But most surprising, we were stricken
By the fact he chomped on chicken.

Guess when birds are raised as pets,
They eat the food their owner gets.
I hope, though, Bogart wasn’t hurt
‘Cause no one offered him dessert!

Chicken Conundrums

It's late
And I am taking my prose
From the either 
A non believer 
Who sees belief 
Not as the word of God
But rather as a question 
To which answers 
Provide more questions 
Which came first 
The chicken or the egg
I don't know 
Egg's cook quicker 
And chicken is deadly uncooked 
But it is finger licking good
And egg's are full of protein 
Which came first 
Breakfast

Part 2

I feel
disrespected
neglected
unaccepted
unsure what I did

I am
never complimented
disconnected
spinning in circles
a broken record

Always
unappreciated
hated
degraded
underrated
not burnt out 
yet definitely faded

Feeling I am
Overlooked
uncooked
an unwritten book
a fish on a hook

Being
outcast-ed
contrasted
distracted 
I'll get past it

Depleated
unheeded
defeated
this is what I needed

I wont be
punished
dismissed
a fool to your tricks
no longer aiming at glass
while holding a brick.

Obsession With Truth

To hunger for truth,
as lies feast on perception
sitting at the table with hope and desire
Where vanity is served in a cold glass of pride
until humility becomes drunk
and left to sleep undisturbed

To understand each portion served
is uncooked speculation,
that causes truth to become ill
as you cut away the difference
between right and wrong

To be obsessed by truth
is a thirst that can only be quenched
by its partaking and knowing its taste
the full body of its scent and flavor
It is not poured out of the bottle of maybe
that comes from the store of liars
that sell their wares of confusion
for their own purpose

If my obsession with truth
as I sit at this table is naive
let it be so
so that my soul may grow
from the nourishment of its purity

7/19/17

Mr Potato Head

The eyes fit into little holes;
The nose, ears, mouth do, too.
Of course, you have some choices
But not more than just a few.

The parts are made of plastic
Though way back in my own youth,
The body was a real potato - 
That's the doggone truth.

The toy came with accoutrements - 
Each pointed, like a stud,
Which you stuck with wild abandon
Into any uncooked spud.

I told this to my grandkids' mom
Who, when her own mom spoke
Of using a potato, she
Assumed it was a joke.

But creativity was once
So simple, we've forgotten.
The only drawback was
Our masterpiece, at times, went rotten.

• Short Uncooked Poems
• Famous Uncooked Poems
• Best Uncooked Poems
• Read Uncooked Poems
• Long Uncooked Poems
• Uncooked Quotes