Tag: Food

Plenty

Don’t fret tiny hummingbird There’s plenty to go around The flowers all are blooming Still I hear your worried sound You chirp in the cedar tree When a fellow bird comes ’round As if you think there’s not enough Though sweet nectar does abound _____________________________...

My Love of Summer

How does summer fly? Warmth of days gone by Outdoors Barbeques imply Tasty chicken thigh No chores Scents waft to the sky Past a loud magpie Autumn I’ll defy Sunset we decry Hawk soars Weather is bone dry Cherish mid-July Lake shores Warmth of days...

Things That Make Me Smile

A dog hanging his head out a car window, ears flapping in the wind, tongue hanging Lantana blooming, changing colors, and when they survive the winter, begin to sprout anew My little pup curled up on his blankets on the couch, snoring and dreaming, content...

Food for the Hungry

Salty crisp potato chips tantalize my tongue because Ruffles have ridges but mostly Ruffles have flavor and they fill my belly already stuffed and bloated My stomach is fat My soul is lean Cold creamy Cherry Garcia swirls my taste buds slides down my throat...

Messy Presents

We want our presents in pretty paper All wrapped up in a shiny neat bow We want our faith to be the same So our doubts and struggles never show Yet the greatest gifts aren’t neat and tidy Like the manger birth steeped in blood...

Sifting Beans

I’m sifting through dry beans picking out rocks tossing damaged beans skipping the limas keeping the good ones planning a steaming hot pot of bean soup with bacon carrots, celery, and onion a few of my favorite herbs Or maybe I’m writing a memoir ____________________________________...

Take-Out Blues

Gorgeous online menu touting dishes that make me drool Cashew chicken with fresh sweet peppers Drunken noodles with sweet Thai basil Appetizers—spring rolls and pot stickers—to die for A reasonable delivery charge based on mileage and close by Looked upscale and trendy to suit my...

A Heart Like Mine

Praise and thanksgiving for my good deeds can quite easily lead to thinking I’m good enough all on my own I don’t need God’s mercy Comparing myself to the evil all around me can inflate my self-esteem just the same But when I peel back...

Poetry Is . . .

I have to give credit for the first line of each stanza of this short poem to a friend I was talking to at a conference I’m attending this week. We were talking about poetry and other funny things—like the fact that mushrooms aren’t vegetables...