Whole Wheat Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Just Desserts

Jam or custard-centred is a matter of preference.  
Under the counter lights, the many delights beg—  
Slathered in cream is a bonus to consider.  
There’s no greater buzz than entering the emporium.  

Doughnuts have always been my emotional crutch  
Ever since my college days, when cramming for exams.  
Slipping sugary treats into my school satchel;  
Soggy, healthy whole-wheat sandwiches were ignored.  
Even during pregnancy, my craving intensified.  
Recreating my one secret indulgence always flopped.  
The small corner bakery still serves the best temptations—  
Shedding the pounds on my hips: a lost cause.

Premium Member BRUNCHING SUN

pimento and cheese
whole wheat gluten free crackers
bright sun light cuts knife

Whole Wheat

"Whole Wheat"


Trench coats 
Pantyhose 
Riding lo 

Knee high 
Nehi soft
Drink

Drunk
Drinkers
Drunk on a

Plasibo 
Please no
Tell me it's no

Lie

Laying on like 
Mayo laid on
I'm toasted 

Tomato 
Lettuce but no
Bacon beaconing that 

I'm vegan BURP
My lactose 
Baby 

Can we hang
Out before 
I kill the 

Ah...

Conversation 
Turning to views 
Of political intrigue 

Triggering 
My AK-47 
Mouth to 

Shout 
Out out loud 
Loudly tattarrattat

Meaning 
Absolutely 
Unrefutably 

And 

As usual 
Casually 
Nothing 

In any of the 
USA God save 
The queen of the

King James 
Joyce hidden 
In Gideon Bible 

Phrases proclaiming
A swerve of short
Of a short to a

Bend

A way 
A lone 
At last 

Loved 
Loved long 
As Adam and Eve 

Long 
And for 
Always will 

And always will 
Cyclically forever
Endlesslessly ever

Be


WHEAT NOT RYE

He wanted whole wheat not rye
The sloppy sandwich made him cry
He knocks the plate on the floor
Then decides to order more
His sandwich was extremely dry

Just Below The Harlem River

Life is quite good
-indoors in Inwood.
It’s uptown Manhattan
at the northern tip
-the northern tip is
the tippity-top,
where the kitty cat 
Calvin loathes to stop 
-cat napping.
Curled in a chair
100 paws from
the door…
clawless paws curled
and inert.
Licked immaculately 
clean of dirt.
Perfectly content
to go nowhere,
or at most a stone’s throw away.
“Everything’s here,
I’m in NYC”, he mused.
“If I get bored
I’ll watch the news,
or read the New York Post,
and the deli downstairs
does a pretty good job
with a Denver Omelet
and whole wheat toast.
The Bronx is a pitter
patter away, just in case
I want to stray.
I checked the map
(there’s a little bridge)
but for now, this chair is
where I’ll stay,
and take a kitty 
cat nap…
all day.”

Premium Member Wild Birds

I wish they made tiny earmuffs.
They never stop
Dawn to dusk
Chirping, cheeping, cawing,
Chattering in the hedges.
I root for the cat.
Not often
But on occasion
Y’know….just
Get that one.

Hey I chirp now and then
Get a bit over eager
At the feeder
Peck at an over eager squirrel.
It is called a “BIRD” feeder bozo.

It’s getting’ colder
They’re all keyed up
Going south.
I may just stay here
Nest near the dryer vent
Hope they toss out a slice of bread
Whole wheat is ok
Maybe a fistful of seed.

I hope they leave soon
I may read a book
Quietly


Spring Landscape

with slender four legs
on the narrow table,
6 whole wheat bread slices
golden knife,
non-rotting wooden food stand
golden bucket
fragrant orange
Beyond, distant mountains shake
golden curtains that are cozier than a duvet
cat sitting down
doze off
a cat front
no tomorrow
someone starving under the table
crumbs
waiting to fall
with the morning sun.

Bread

Whole wheat and pita.
French, white, rye, and tortilla.
And pumpernickel.

Premium Member Kitchenette Kapers

     
 Morning
 My Muse
 Floral gym shoes 
 Terry aqua sleeveless dress
 Eggs frying on my stove
 Whole wheat toast, aroma utterly entrancing
 Brazilian Bossa Nova notes filling all rooms
 Floral tablecloth embracing sparkling utensils, glasses  dishes, cups
 Smiling, red petunias rest on the shiny, tall microwave
 Saying grace, hands folded in the kitchenette, her holy place





June 12, 2019
8:45am PST

Premium Member Bread Glorious Bread

Croissant making
Bread baking
Yeast slaking
Crust caking
Bread

Potato
Pumpernickel
Whole wheat
Enriched white
Bread

The smell of it
You will have a fit
Fresh from the oven
Your Grandma’s apron
Your mother’s way of buttering it
There is nothing more heavenly-tasting in the world.
Bread!

Premium Member To Have Fun With the Candidates

To Have Fun With the Candidates
By Franklin Price
1/25/2015

To have fun with the candidates
Should not cause any fuss
For after all most every day
They're having fun with us

Trump is a real playing card
Ted would like to Cruz to a win
Jeb's just beating 'round the Bush
Rubio thinks he's a Gem

Fiorina's whole wheat  flour
Then there's honey Huckabee
We should be in a Santorum
There's a Christie cream to see

The taste could make a Kasich
Costing way too many Rand
Wouldn't like to drive their Carson
Maybe a Republican

The leprechaun O'Malley
Feels the Bern socialistically
If he's going to make it to the top
Has to climb the Hillary

So confused there are so many
Hard to see how I should vote
Who won't lead us lambs to slaughter?
Who won't be a Judas goat?

Guess that wasn't funny
Well it wasn't meant to be
Be careful what you're looking at
Is what you think you see

Premium Member Night Before Solstice

Twas night of full Solstice
when all thru my home
Yin is moaning with constipation
while Yang jumps up and down
and back and forth
and in and out,
hoping her Beloved scratch soon will be here
to absorb all screechy itches
she holds so loudly dear.

I'm not in my hairshirt
and not needing a nap,
breathing Yang in
to pray Yin might push out.

As heaven opens
to rain down warm clatter
I co-arise with rich dark-soiled hope
and faith that each full breath matters,
as Yang throws soft pillows
for Yin's entertainment.

Finally, midnight clears,
stars splatter sky
as Yin pushes out poo
his contented voice lowing,
nestled in dream pillows 
of Earth's sacred manger.

Another MidWay dia-soulstice,
one last veggie pizza on whole wheat slice,
angels are snoring
their demons ignoring
peacefully awaiting this New Year 
of work and play nice.

Premium Member Pancake Recipe

Pancake is one of my favorite foods for breakfast.
Formulas are original or whole wheat.
A definition for pancake is a round, flat cake.
Its buttery aroma fill the kitchen.

To prepare pancakes, mix the ingredients in a large bowl.
Flour, milk, egg and oil are the principal components.
Mix the batter until it doesn't have lumps.
Fillings can be added as chocolate or fruits.

Heat the skillet or frying pan to a low frame.
Melt a pinch of butter over.
With a large spoon, pour a small amount of the batter
to form pancake.
Cook each side of the pancake until is golden.

Remove the pancake from the skillet or frying pan.
Pour all pancakes on a plate.
Add over pancakes maple syrup.
Eat the fluffy pancakes.



Nayda Ivette
9-9-2015

Banana Bread

Today my husband said ' I can really go for some banana bread' 
But this is what I made instead.

A gallon of Sweet Tea.
A bowl of Green Pea's.
Turkey Club on whole wheat followed by Smoked Meat.
Corn on the Cob along with Broccoli Raab.
Chicken Wings. Shoe Strings.
Pineapple upside down cake. A chocolate Shake. 
Baked Potato served with a Stuffed Tomato

Now my husband has a belly ache. 
I don't think he likes it, when I bake.

Premium Member Irresistible Desire

What could be better
when tummy growls,
than a BLT, stacked high

on whole wheat toast
with summer tomato
and fresh, crisp lettuce?

Goes down easy, 
satisfies,
but only for a moment.

Baconish aroma
fills the house, 
sings an irresistible song
which lingers
and lingers,
 . . . . . . lingers.

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