Get Your Premium Membership

Read Poems by Don B Cameron

Don B Cameron Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below are poems written by poet Don B Cameron. Click the Next or Previous links below the poem to navigate between poems. Remember, Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth. Thank you.

List of ALL Don B Cameron poems

Best Don B Cameron Poems

+ Follow Poet

The poem(s) are below...



NextLast

Garnish Queen

On earth I know of no such taste, 
      No nectar of the Gods so chaste,
So pure, so gentle, full of grace;
      As my true love, tomato paste.

Good “ketchup”, as you’re widely known
      Wouldst that I could all thee own;
Round thee, ketchup, I’m thy drone;
      Ascend thee to thy regal throne.

In bottle, you with bright, red sheen,
      You beckon like a harlot queen, 
And oh, my heart is swiftly keened,
      Like babes to mothers wean.

The bottle tipped, thy rich, red ooze
      Slips forth like soft and tumbling glues,
And marvel I. Yet I must choose
      T’annoint the heads of sleeping foods:

‘Pon fish or chips or stoutly steak
      Thy blessing might I deign to make,
 And slowly o’er them thou dost snake
      In anacondic swirls and takes.

I praise thee, ketchup, and I haste
      To glory at thy noble taste:
‘Pon my tongue you swiftly chase
      My tingling taste buds, and you race – 

O’er my teeth you blood-like flow
      ‘til all my senses rush to know
Thy rich and red and warmly glow
-	- and so!

O ketchup, thou art garnish queen
      And thou art gracious food supreme,
Companion thou hast often been
      To many foods of lesser mien.

And this I know, dear ketchup, yet
      Have I in faith, one great regret:
Though I and you in love are set,
      . . . my wife and you are in dissent.

Must our affair be clandestine?
      Must I be forced to steal and hide
My fuller portion on the side
      Of mashed potatoes, shrimp, or pie?

No, ketchup no: I know that I
      With such deceit cannot comply;
Choose I must ‘tween thou and my
      Belov’d . . . oh how I cry.

Yet wed so long, I must confess
       When “pass the ketchup” is address’d
No more my hand will serve excess,
      . . . but my dear heart will cry no less.

Copyright © Don B Cameron | Year Posted 2017

NextLast

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment

 
Date: 5/4/2024 12:45:00 PM

Dear Don, I relish (no pun intended.. hehe) your glorious poem. A sumptuous, Shakespearean, sensory, sensual delight! Fun, fabulous and fantastic! Great rhymes, amazing imagery in iambic rhythm.. Loved every line of this delicious gem! So clever, such witty elegance! O ketchup, dear ketchup, garnish queen supreme, long may you reign!! An absolute fav!! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
Date: 4/15/2024 2:52:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Back


Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry