...at the open mic in Roebling, New Jersey last Sunday...this poem came from singing one of my favorite John Denver songs...
Summer Kiss
Have
you
ever
had
a kiss
that was
juicy
Red; it
ran down
your chin
You could chew
on the embarrassment
Went back for more
Salty tears
Down your cheek
Touching
Velvety texture
Making the moment
A touch of perfection
Love is…
Vine ripe Jersey tomatoes…
In the words of Guy Clark-
Only two things money can’t buy,
That’s true love and homegrown tomatoes…
Showing posts with label food poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food poetry. Show all posts
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Dig In
Holiday Table
Dinner bells ring
belly's are ready
ears hold steady
as the cook,
host serve up
kitchen wisdom
novel prayer
plentiful plates
Aromas rise
fork to mouth
reds, whites await
corks pop
dialogue flows
old friends anew
fluid of passion
flavorful memories
filling moments and glass
life, love, laughter echo...
table clothes stained
aging wines; dishes
lay in state
silent room remains
until next year’s bell sings...
© E Stelling, 2008
Dinner bells ring
belly's are ready
ears hold steady
as the cook,
host serve up
kitchen wisdom
novel prayer
plentiful plates
Aromas rise
fork to mouth
reds, whites await
corks pop
dialogue flows
old friends anew
fluid of passion
flavorful memories
filling moments and glass
life, love, laughter echo...
table clothes stained
aging wines; dishes
lay in state
silent room remains
until next year’s bell sings...
© E Stelling, 2008
Monday, March 2, 2009
Lost at Sea

CookAppeal Maker, E Stelling, 3/2/09
Lost on an ocean, a sea of green…
No sails.
No compass.
No direction.
Alone with only your thoughts,
Adrift on salty concoctions;
Add some passing fish
Make a paddle from drift
Stir up some friends
Throw in a bed of self discovery & personal growth
Healthy taste of what’s to come, and
You have cooked up;
A great big bowl of Yum!
This poem came from a 'Behind The Wheel Chef' post on Arugula Soup, and a tie into the old nursery rhyme 'Three Men In A Tub'...
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Heated Words
Eggs fried in butter
Speckled with cayenne pepper
Give heated flavor.
Bland plain old ketchup
Needs some kind of extra kick:
Hot chili peppers.
Poem by Mark Shardine, 2/2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Brew
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