by James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
life
My Inventory:
flashlights
high-performance yo-yo
poetry books
fishing poles
ice-fishing hut
regret
pocket knife
sharpening stones
laughter
boomerangs
passwords
life's artifacts
Grandpa's Fishing Hat
hope and joy
Guardian Angel
wooden snow-sleds
more poetry books
olde-tyme-radios
compassion
camping gear
Babar, the Stuffed-Elephant
Angel-in-a-basket
imagination
McCoy Cookie Jars
nature field-guides
forgiveness
Soup-friends
ties I don't wear
family heirloom recipes
suits I try not to wear
treasured photographs
170 poems
antique lamps
my Children's love
......and You
my Savior
....... Jesus Christ
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, thanksgiving day,
Around the grown up table bowed in prayer
Familiar faces etched upon my mind
Back then, I never thought the love we shared
Would be so rare, to be one of a kind
How blessed we were in fam'ly fellowship
When kids would play outside 'til called to eat
We held our backyard football championship
While moms and aunts swapped recipes for sweets
And then we'd form a circle holding hands
Each one would say what they were thankful for
As faces disappear I understand
The love we shared will last forevermore
Thanksgiving Day we'll gather once again
I'll say I'm thankful for my time with them
by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
appreciation, feelings, friend, friendship, poetry, relationship,
"Had I not broadened my menu, I never could have developed Good Taste"
With all these ingredients, that have simmered in this soup
Has made some tasty dishes, from caviar to poop
With chefs from 'round the world, and recipes sublime
Has made their kind of poetry, a favorite meal of mine
PS: the part mentioning the poop (pooh) is attributed mainly to Jan Allison's contributions in the Soup, You've Got to Love Her !
by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories:
appreciation, birthday, love, memory, mother,
For My Mother
You are the Thanksgiving bounty to bless
The angel on our Christmas tree
You are summer flowers and winter nests
Birthdays and anniversaries
Handwritten thank you cards and recipes
In despair's cold, your warmth is shown
As the lighted pathway bringing us home
Out of a darkly weary day
You're more love than can fit in a poem
But I'm gonna try, anyway
11/28/21
by Kay Roberts |
Categories:
birthday, childhood, family, food, grandmother, growing up, memory,
From fruit scones, to meat pie,
Apple crumble and coffee cake,
Sunday tea was amazing,
Because, my Granny sure could bake.
Secret ingredients, she wouldn't divulge,
Passed down from years gone by,
When I look back on those days,
It brings a tear to my eye.
From butterfly buns, to Victoria sponge,
A moist fruit loaf, filled with flavour,
Jam tarts and gingerbread men,
For the kids to savour.
Sausage rolls and a birthday cake,
Made for a special party tea,
Cheese and onion pie a fresh baked loaf,
All made especially for family.
Granny's recipes are the best recipes,
Made of all things nice,
A Granny's love as the main ingredient,
To add that extra bit of allspice.
by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
tribute,
To a Kind and True person
Mystic Rose
I love it in this kitchen
The aroma is just fine
The taste of these confections
complimented
by fine wine
And although there's many Chefs
And recipes to savor
I'm drawn to something wholesome
A simple unique flavor
It's so very satisfying,
Cooking with this group
But I'm always looking forward
To a cup of Rose's soup
by Gordon Mcconnell |
Categories:
appreciation, food, international,
Italian recipes I do absolutely love
especially enticed with some spice
plenty of water at your side
cools the tongue with a little ice
Spaghetti Bolognese is my fav
brings one such Italia taste
takes you back to la Roma
such memories not want to waste
Sitting at your table in anticipation
eyes set with hand on the fork
the waiter comes to your attention
brings the wine unpops the cork
Next the finale the wait's over
the main dish is in front of you
breathe in the succulent flavour
it just looks absolutely beau
Lean beef, onion, garlic, mushroom, chilli
ingredients making it the real deal
of course not forgetting the spaghetti
simply superb stunning what a steal!
by Bawa Talwar |
Categories:
absence, allegory, allusion, anxiety, appreciation, beach, beauty, betrayal, butterfly, christmas, husband, mom, money, motivation,
I have cheese before I eat something
Blue cheese is not an exception
I can have it anytime n love it with anything
I know being obese , its intake I must ration
Irresistible is caramelised onion pizza with blue cheese topping
I can stuff myself till I bloat n can eat no more
Brinjals on the other hand you will never see me eating
As this vegetable I just simply abhor
I've tried various recipes but loathed it more than before
But hated it more n more ,so Brinjals I keep offshore.
by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories:
The pages are tattered and torn
A cookbook used long before I was born
Unknown spills on almost every page
Now they are yellowed and brittle with age...
Full of wonderful recipes she used each day
Part of my memories of her that stay
She turned the pages, I can see her there
Her hands worn, her face lined with care..
I cherish this battered Betty Crocker book
From it our mother taught us all to cook
Kitchen memories of laughter and fun
And the love of family when day is done...
by Goode Guy |
Categories:
fantasy, food, love, passion,
Add some water
Bring to boil slowly
Condiments will come later
Dolloped desire dropped in
Edibles let her entice
Fresh with filled flavor
Grown lovingly at home
Heartily stirred to cooking
I read the recipe and see
Jelled images of repast
Kindly koshered believers
Larders of lowfat love
Milking a midnight marinade
Nourishing nocturnally
Organic ardoured nutrition
Potluck or purposefully
Quinoa ingrained meal
Recipes of relish
Soul food sweet and sticky
Unseasoned and unwritten
Victuals for vegans
Whole meal and rice
Xanthan gum aside
Yolks and yogurts
Zealously zigzag alphasoup
© Goode Guy 2012-01-26
glue ten free soup
by Gaye Hemsley |
Categories:
age, care, friendship love, funny, happy, humor,
My nana loves to cook
She doesn’t need a book.
Recipes, from her head
She makes up, so she said.
I admit you’ll agree
Not each one is for me.
Chocolate sauce on steamed fish
Personally, not my wish.
On ice cream, chopped parsley
Yes I know, quite ghastly.
Politely, I did say
Let’s try things a new way.
I put on my chef’s hat
We sat down for a chat.
Together, a great pair.
Be patient, show you care.
Life can be a muddle
Give nana a cuddle.
Cuddles make smiles appear
And dissolve every tear.
by Sebastian Aaron Baez |
Categories:
art, love, romance,
star crossed destines
shooting across the galaxies
love at the helm
we venture towards realms
of romantic poetry
cooking marvelous passion using
godly recipes and sensuous harmonies
enthusiastic melodies
forever fearless
never nothing less
a pure treasure of tremendous pleasure
surrender and be left breathless
my love for you is vast and endless
maybe a bit reckless
my heart is yours to control
hold close and squeeze
pump life blood into my soul
you are the other half
that makes me whole
together
physically
mentally
spiritually we grow
produce fruits that glitter
with glorious gold
and only gods come to know
by J.W. Earnings |
Categories:
autumn, beauty, deep, hope, love, thanks, thanksgiving day,
Looked up recipes
Making plans ahead of time
Happy Thanksgiving!
Will cook up good shtuff!
Delish dishes on my mind
Happy Thanksgiving!
Grateful for today
Preparing the meal - a treat!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Give thanks to the Lord
Give thanks to all the people
To those who earn it!
Can't wait for the food
Thankful for this holiday~
Can't wait for the love
Give thanks to loved ones
Welcome in, autumn good vibes
Happy Thanksgiving!
No room for sorrow
I daydream as fall leaves drift
Happy Thanksgiving!
My High Spirits lift
The sun will shine and we'll dine
Happy Thanksgiving!
by Ann Foster |
Categories:
christian, friendship love, loneliness, longing, love, magic, perspective,
Letters
I write letters to friends.
I write letters to those,
I care about and want to say,
how much I miss them,
and remember them,
every day,
of my life.
I send cards,
and little notes.
I try to put my heart into each,
so that they will be alive,
and beat...
I choose stamps,
with flowers, and pictures...
that I pray will entertain,
and amuse.
I add creative extras,
like poems,
and drawings,
funny jokes,
and recipes...
I want to send the whole world,
to my special people...
in a 6x9 envelope,
that will open up on the other end,
and give the readers all
a moment
of peace, calm, and maybe
joy.
by Dick Tugwell |
Categories:
lost love,
WORDS
Simple recipes of letters
with a dash of thought.
When served to one once-desired,
either bearing truth
or cloaking deceit,
none ever idle,
none ever empty.
These swords of diplomacy
cut both ways.
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
love, nostalgia, people,
Remember the recipes you gave to me?
Of dreams and hopes and reveries?
Of April orchards by the sea?
Red apples under the harvest moon
June bugs on petals of sunflower sisters
Bending together in the whispering breeze
leafy arms,prickly kisses
Lady bugs flying home?
I need you more than ever
don't lay your hands down now
Hold them out to me.
by Sibusisiwe LETA Ncede |
Categories:
africa,
Nobody knew my struggles
Only I
Nobody anticipated my actions
Only I.......
Nobody shed a tear
Only I
Nobody cared about my wellbeing
Only I.....
Nobody had my experiences
Only I
Nobody had my recipes
Only I......
Nobody had ever felt my love
Only I
Nobody knew who I was
Only I.....
by Juli Freda |
Categories:
america, drink, sweet love,
She never gave up that recipe, the
boys' favorite iced tea, made
smooth and sweet. Women
sit in the kitchen going over
coupons and recipes, regurgitating
the latest gossip heard in the
pew behind at this morning's
service. men sit on the porch
tucking chaw in their
lip pocket, spitting in a bucket
on the railing. Waiting for the
race to start, supper to be
served, the clouds to pass so
lawn can be mowed. Another
Sunday without Mama. The
iced tea is off, just enough
for the boys to notice, the
women to know they missed
again. If only she'd learned
to write, we'd have the recipe.
by Melissa Ross |
Categories:
family, forgiveness, history, life, loss, love
Give away wine,
Give away currency,
But you can’t say I approve,
Give away clothing,
Give away jewelry,
But you can’t say I approve,
Give away utensils,
Give away recipes,
But you can’t say I approve,
You wish to sell a piece of your own history-
For unnecessary personal profit,
But you cannot say I will forgive you,
We as humans with souls-
We tend to forgive and forget,
Forgive-
Perhaps by the time I becomes as aged as you,
Forget-
Never under any circumstances-
I may perish to hell but as the flames singe my skin-
I will remember.
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
appreciation, how i feel, inspirational, memory,
We think of value as a set amount
that's given to an item held or sold.
Most often- currency is paramount;
in olden times- perhaps silver or gold.
But, there is value in a different kind-
assessed and held by memories and heart,
which far surpasses any worth assigned;
for us, become forever works of art.
A mom's embroidery, dad's old-time tools,
or grandma's written recipes spelled out.
Intrinsic values follow no set rules;
the love assigned is what they're all about.
These values- held and stored by heart and mind
Far supersede the ordinary kind.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
women,
An old-fashioned girl who cooks things from scratch
You will never find another like her, she has no match
Her kitchen is retro, she has ways that grandma knows.
Recipes in her hands take on glimmers, her apron glows.
But when does she date? Does she have a young man?
This is asked by an old maid, whose love interest was Dan.
She is only twenty-two, her beauty is not going to fade.
This was stated by her mother, but she is not an old maid.
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
hate, health, poetry,
How can we spend our entire lives
with people who despise our poetry
it doesn't make sense
to expose the pulp of our souls
to complete strangers
but that is what we're forced to do
because the people who love us the most
can't stand the texture or the taste of our
inner beings -
We're just flowers to them
something to keep them company
balance the weeds in their mind garden
break walls to the tsunami of living
add a splash of color to their padded rooms..
They'd rather tap away on their smart phones
conversing with strangers about cooking recipes
politics or the indifference that their loved
ones have to their bipolar tendencies-