 
|
|
|
2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#05 Food for Thought |
|
Hello Poets; Thank you once again for responding to the theme challenge. After such a serious theme I think some light-hearted fun is in order for this next challenge. A request for poetry on the subject of food. It doesn't actually have to be the lunch box, maybe a family dinner or as Red Nose Day is next week maybe a bath of custard or one I found quite fun to do was write a favourite recipe as a poem. Perhaps even using the "currant" form challenge - the Septilla, try eating one of them!
Jem XXXX |
Food For Thought Challenge
|
Divena CollinsWould you do it for me if you could Being a man I think that you would I would not ask but I`m desperate; I beg of you please I am helpless You are needed I am in distress I only hope that I am not too late; Take me now!! (To the shops for food)  ----- Burning Desire Hot as a chilli pod seeds all on fire Running through his body so wild Acute indigestion burning on a pyre Preferred con carni hot never mild; Sichuan peppercorn ripe and young With horseradish root freshly picked Fiery as mustard resting on his tongue Such was so good the plate he licked. Jalopeno peppers hotter than desire Taste buds reach levels of intensity Ginger in it's piquancy favours higher Peri Peri sauce enhances rich density; Finally the heat from the vinda loo sung Praising hotter spices they had picked Hot tantalising tingling on his tongue Such was so good the plate he licked.  back to list |
Ivor HoggGran's corn beef stew was world renowned No one could doubt its influence. Unusual but it was found to stimulate flatulence. A single bowl sufficient to produce a great deal of gas. The pressure somehow had to vent. There was no doubt it had to pass. The built up gas flowing free. Because the sphincter could not hold. Like a trumpet voluntary. It was completely uncontrolled. I know too well what it can do So I don't eat my grandmas stew back to list |
Peggy NelsonFound blue food coloring for lovers dream Everything tonight will be mixed in blues Bought delicious apples to paint blue hues Bought finest blue wine to suit the scheme Blue food coloring will lift his esteem I trust the blues will delight lovers muse Tonight we'll fly in blue skies on a cruise Wheelchair gone, thanks blue rats; research team  ----- Marshmallows Free for a Kiss Tonight was superlative sharing with you Humor started right when I opened door You knew I ate marshmallows by the score Pleased to consume my way through to you Scrumptious inviting lips and tongue found Wearing one of your preferred colored blues Apron see-through blue nylons; high heel shoes Entered home your face glowed when I turned 'round  ----- Starving Asking for food to eat today dying from hunger and from thirst This disease is known as the worst dead in land fought for yesterday Starving no more shoved in a bag Millions perish from ruler's lag Be it the Lord or Satan's play? back to list |
Ryter RoethicleWould'st thou nestle by my fireside, Needs that I be your beacon in the night Your lighthouse or just a shining light Or would thou prefer in the dark to hide? I offer you warmth staying by my side Instead of that cold harsh white sight A warmth of which will your soul ignite As in your lovers arms you chose abide. As we sit here let me feed thee sweetmeats, But not sweets or food of the fattening kind. Not of sugar nor a flour by man refined, Nay my love I would offer you better treats. A kiss or more from thy lips most surely beats All that, and after one sweet kiss we’ll find Some more, and after find our love redefined And to build love depends on what one eats.  ----- Just A Drink At Twilight As I stood by the tree waiting for you As the twilight grew, I rested against it. Not moving allowing the mood permit A group of faeries, a peaceful looking crew Approach me offering me a brew. So thirsty, to their will I did submit As I stood by the tree. Then all of a sudden, realisation! I knew My feelings to the tree I began to transmit And through that drink began to commit Unable to stay with normal life I bade adieu As I stood by the tree.  ----- Meeting in my bar This is the place where I once felt so free Instead it's become a miserable prison to me Trapped with memories, captured in life A stranger is talking, who used to be a friend, Silently, I wish and pray for this meeting to end The pain slices through me, just like a knife Why can't things be like they used to be? The eyes that once smiled and endeared me Are heartless now and show no mercy I finish my Guinness, for once not enjoyed And always tactile, you take my hand But now I wonder what evil you've planned That feeling of love has become a void I no longer want to be like they used to be. Through all our life, all you caused was pain But now I'm not a victim of your campaign I pay the barmaid and then bid her farewell. Typically in your conceit you cannot see How the sight of you now disgusts me And you, why don't you just go to hell, I'd be stupid to take you back again? ----- Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a glass of wine? Thou art lovelier and more full bodied Thy lips more tasty than grapes on a vine And by such poor fruits be more envied. The sun doth dimly dip to thy bright eyes Yet shine brighter still when it be night The redness of thy lips, to some fruits advise, Such colour and taste is beyond thy might. What about thy breasts upon which my head rests What fruit is equal to their taste or texture? Nothing comes to mind that would dare suggest A food or drink or feast that could more allure. If love were food on thee most lovingly I'd dine Each night I'd toast thee in thy own sweet wine. back to list |
Nia WynneShould we both come to privations plate Lest we accept the bounty love bestows In a recipe meant to help it grow And hold back no morsel though we would wait? A love creates the formula of fate, Dashes of cinnamon from the bistro Where latte, chai tea and zinfandel flow Into our hands and hearts fully ornate.  back to list |
|
|
