Food poems - let's eat our words (poetry game)

[Feiss]

Write a poem pertaining to food, food you love, food you hate, food that means something special to you, food you ate somewhere cool, food you ate off of someone cool.

NOM NOM my favorite food in the ever ever:
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Xiao Long Bao

In the beginning
there was nothing -
this was huntun.

nothing grew lonely
turned in on itself
and from emptiness
blossomed

succulent
hothouse meat
encased
in delicate shells
that break open
to release
torrents.

the first
"ahh..."
of satisfaction
homecoming

[Haggis]

Crack the claw open
Dipped clarified butter
Heaven on a fork

[Ganesha]

spitting on grille
free run chickens
sizzle

[kdnxdr]

a drizzled honey
revival of my body
begs warm biscuits
on cold winter mornings

[Norman D Gutter]

Eating Disorder
Why did I have to eat the whole buffet?
There's nothing left to try another day.
Hard exercise might help restore my waist,
Destroyed by buttered rolls and Texas toast.
I almost choked, you see, devouring roast.
What purpose did it serve to eat in haste?
Control and common sense were at a dearth,
As nothing on my plate was left to waste.
I found each item tried chock-full of taste,
Including every veggie grown on earth.
I piled plate after plate with beef and pork,
Determined to consume my money's worth,
Ignoring consequences to my girth,
Creating havoc with a knife and fork.

[Kate Thornton]

is it sugar rush
or transubstantiation
as the wafer melts

[Ganesha]

my molars luxuriate
crushing tender herb salad
drowned in blue cheese dressing

they say use only a tablespoon

I am not done
eating
by a long
shot

they say eat five small meals

next I tuck into
the duck, weeping
great salty tears
I munch

birds are my favorite avains

sipping blood red wine
I slurp
burp
then guzzle
I am sated

only for the next two hours

[Teena]

when i am poor
i eat spaghetti --
collecting pennies
from parking lots
to buy meatballs --
spinning lengths
of pasta
onto a fork spool,
cheeks and chin
decorated
in tomato-y sauce

when I am rich
I dine on
the white flesh
of lobster
same chin
dripping
with garlic butter--
awash in champagne
and something
decadently chocolate
for pud

[Feiss]

Lunch today
was damp
honey seared chicken
on brown rice
diet coke
floating a lemon slice.

[Mogiz]

Gray

Once I have selected the perfect vessel
That is soothing in to the touch
I caress it gently for a moment
For now I have found the perfect cup

The kettle starts to whistle
The sound begins to caress my soul
The water is almost ready
For this gentle soothing cup which I do now hold

Slowly I open the tin
To select the tea bag that I desire
The sent of the fresh tea
Just lifts my spirits even higher!

Now as the anticipation builds
My desire begins to carry me away
My whole being craves
This most warming cup of gray

As I pour the hot water
I become lost in its swirl
I drifted away in times winds
Back to when I was an innocent little girl

I was again, serving my dolls
There cups of gray
And my only concern
Is how I will play away my day

The chime of the spoon
Brings be back through the currents of time
As I lovingly adore this cup of gray
That will be so divine

[Rebekah7]

Onion

I ate you raw
You ate me whole
It was my insides you stole

Every time I tasted you
My body would recoil

You never tried to change
But I found out what could

I tossed you in the fire
And stripped you of your soul

[Teena]

grainy crunch of corn
washed down in rivulets
of icy bubbling cola
salt-oil residue
on fingertips
and tongue
and lips

kiss me clean



[plagiarized my own post from a different game but it fits here so well :D ]

[Duke]

Beautiful cakes fresh off a hot griddle
With consistent texture edge-to-middle
And a golden cast of just the right shade --
Yes, some people say they're easily made.

The 'snowflake' flapjacks I normally cook
Cannot be found in a recipe book.
Jumbo or dollar-size, they sometimes bake
Up thin as a crepe or thicker than steak.

Delicate or heavy and dark or light,
The results present no uniform sight.
And so my pancakes get their 'snowflake' name;
No two of mine ever turn out the same.

[Feiss]

How boring
to be
a Chinese saint

high in the mountains
breathing in mist
and ether
for sustenance.

Even those
on Mount Olympus
must get sick
of the same
damned Ambrosia
salads, cupcakes,
and loafs
every day of eternity.

Longingly
they watch me eat
my melting
Philly cheese steaks
and egg rolls bathed
in black vineagar.

[IceBlueIrish]

Hills of chocolate Joy,
coconuts freshly picked
blend it all together
and tell me what you get
Almond Joy! Almond Mound!
This is the best junkfood
that I've ever found!
This may be a chant
or a cheer as it sounds
but I just came to tell
of my Joy for Almond Mound!

Completely random just thought I'd introduce myself to the Cooler :)

[Teena]

Hills of chocolate Joy,
coconuts freshly picked
blend it all together
and tell me what you get
Almond Joy! Almond Mound!
This is the best junkfood
that I've ever found!
This may be a chant
or a cheer as it sounds
but I just came to tell
of my Joy for Almond Mound!

Completely random just thought I'd introduce myself to the Cooler :)

Welcome, Irish. :welcome: Sometimes you feel like a nut...me too! Yum!

[IceBlueIrish]

Welcome, Irish. :welcome: Sometimes you feel like a nut...me too! Yum!

Thanks!

I'm feeling pretty nutty right now, I may add another food poem :P

[Feiss]

ahem ahem. FOOD POEMS ONLY PLOX. J/K.


Picked up
Pick up Stix
MSG Salty Chinese Food.

morass of sauce
week old shrimp
oil drenched wontons.

This after
my optometrist
threatened me
with blindness
for keeping contacts
in so long

and after
the waiter
with falsely jovial
attitude, irritated me
to deep fried angry extremes.

I ate it and didn't taste it.

[Feiss]

I asked you
if you wanted an omlette

your face
was so disappointed
when you realized I meant
to microwave

that I wished
I had cracked three
sunshine eggs
watched it flood
the cast-iron pan
added a pinch of salt
and three slices
of Tillamook cheese

and gently, baby-ishly
tucked it together.

The microwave beeps,
and I wish I still had
the tenderness required
for omlettes

[onestepp]

Chicken Patty, Chicken Patty
eat them for lunch everyday
round breaded white meat
the taste for never goes away!

[loiterer]

chicken in listeria sauce
salami e-coli sandwiches
antibiotic-boosted beefsteaks
I'm not hungry today

[Feiss]

My cat is easy prey,
distract him
with catnip on a string
and it's just a matter
of catching,
skinning,
and stir frying
with bell peppers,
ginger, and a squirt
of soy sauce.

Preparation
for a famine is why
I've kept him around
so long.

[Albedo of Zero]

A hint of sweet
dill crunchy crunch
sliced on bed of mayo
between two sheets
of oatmeal whole grain
with chips and pop
-a meal

[kdnxdr]

potatoe, tomatoe,
rutabego

parsnip, parsley
pastashio

celery, cilantro
cherry-high-ho

lettuce, licorice
mango

[Feiss]

How I adore thee
ballpark frank
microwaved
for two minutes fifty
until I hear you squealing high whiiiiine
as your skin casing bursts
and out spills juices
heavenly scent.

I'll cover you in ketchup
darling
I'll smother you with love
baby
I'll send you packing
sweetness
through my clomping chompers
down my eager gullet
while I watch old-fashioned TV
on the couch while Jake eats Salisbury steak

but wait.

The couch is sold
and Jake's still in the states
and if I want a ballpark frank
I've got to go all the way downtown
to the foreigner supermarket
where I might be able to get Jenni-O
for ten bucks a pack.

[Ganesha]

two poached eggs
one cloudy around the yoke
two broiled chicken thighs
one crispier than is healthy
two more pounds
I must workout longer
too much fun
this eating

[SirOtter]

Colby Longhorn and Monterey Jack

Desperado of the West!
Renegade Cheese, all nattily dressed
In cellophane chaps and a wax paper vest,
Six-gun at his side.

Here comes Jack, itchin' to fight,
Riding roughshod out of the night,
Brie and Feta tremble in fright,
Hide, Ranchers, hide!

He rustled their cattle, horses and foals,
He burned their houses down to coals,
He shot Old Man Swiss plumb full of holes,
In front, back and side!

The bank in Cheeseville locked its door,
Away the stagecoach driver tore,
The Cheddar merchant lay on the floor,
Hide, Townies, Hide!

From out of the East a stranger came,
Colby Longhorn was his name,
Out to crumble Monterey's fame,
He searched far and wide!

Monterey Jack laughed when he heard
How Colby Longhorn spread the word
He'd whip his whey and beat his curd,
Jack's rep he did deride!

They met on the street at a quarter to one
And when the marshal's work was done,
Monterey Jack was on the run!
Ride, Outlaw, Ride!

Jack rode his Pimiento out from the town,
Colby set out to track him down,
Toting a grater and wearing a frown,
Destinies to decide!

The outlaw was wounded, quite badly, and so
In Parmesan Valley he waited below
Some tumbleweeds so could bushwack his foe!
Hide, Outlaw, Hide!

But good luck was with Old Colby that day.
The Outlaw's first shot went wildly astray,
The marshal fired back and he blew Jack away!
Jack lay down and died!

When Colby returned the whole town gave a cheer,
Gouda the bartender gave him free beer.
They lauded the Cheese whom the outlaws did fear,
To honor him they vied.

He settled in town and married a Miss,
Ricotta, the daughter of the late Old Man Swiss,
And there he has stayed from that day to this,
Contented with his bride!

c 2002 Mark Orr

[SirOtter]

It's Grits

I'd like to offer a little homily
Upon the joys of ground up hominy.
The stuff is always ordered in the plurality;
Specifically, 'how much?' instead of 'how many?'

A singleness the dish does not possess,
Although one might say it has singularity.
And north of the Mason-Dixon Line
In most restaurants it is a rarity.

Them Yankees have no clue just what they are missing.
They grind up some taters and fry 'em to bits
And pass off their hashbrowns as a poor substitute -
But you just ain't got breakfast unless you have grits.

[onestepp]

Dasies on my palate
fresh from a garden salad
prickled up and down spine
tickled chin yellow,
tingled nose and toes
into a dance of woes.

[Feiss]

I wipe the grease off my face, and
try not to think of Food Inc.
And those fat chickens,
too ungainly to waddle
too portly to gobble.

Fed a diet of hormones
and sad pebbly shit.

It's not me
those birds on the ground
they're not me
and I will not become
a fat cluster of hormones
neck broken and plucked

due process through the machine.

Crispy and obedient
fresh from the fryer.

[Billytwice]

Ode to a Duck

When we first met
they saw little future
in our romance

Who was it
Shook their heads and said
‘you cannot love a duck’
For I have proved them wrong

your skin is crisp
And sweet brown flesh
parts from your bones
in succulent ribbons

And I am wracked with guilt
For having devoured you

Wrapped with spring onions
in a hoisin sauce

[Lavern08]

The Burger King has finally done it
A double cheeseburger for a buck

I just had two for lunch today
while sitting in my truck.

No fries and hold the mayo please
I took it just like that

I washed it down with diet Coke
'Cause hey, I can't get fat

[Billytwice]

Crudités

An April lunch
captures a moment
of crudity

two softly poached eggs
lightly salt and peppered
quiver in anticipation

whilst they await
the spearing thrust
of a freshly cut asparagus

Is this not oral sex?

[ajc]

Crudités

An April lunch
captures a moment
of crudity

two softly poached eggs
lightly salt and peppered
quiver in anticipation

whilst they await
the spearing thrust
of a freshly cut asparagus

Is this not oral sex?

Loved this!

[SirOtter]

I cajoles, I wheedles, I pleads, I begs
For someone to bring me a plate of frog legs.
Depriving batrachians of their nether extremities
Fills my tummy and soul with the greatest of ecstasies.

[SirOtter]

Mary had a little lamb,
But not long, I'm here to say.
Last night I ate its chops with mint jelly,
And I'll consume its leg today.

[SirOtter]

Gator tail, gator tail, I do love some gator tail.
Battered, breaded, deep fat fried,
Serve it quickly, without fail.
Make some shoes from its tough hide,
And let me eat what's found inside.