Poetry Blogs (food)
Float in mid-air
crusty, tangy, sweet
shaped by a baker’s hand
Wednesday 15th April 2020 5:29 pm
Hey There was this hungry girl from Wigan
Who bought a Spud pie a big UN
She ate it fast as fast could be oh dear me
Then choked on the bugger, crying god save me
Everyone in Wigan Loves Spud Pies Galore
Wigan pie shops thriving bursting at yon door
So if you ever visit this little town
Try a spud pie you'll enjoy it. It'll not make you frown
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:20 pm
Some Friends are necessary for life.
As the air. As the water and food
Those friends, help us, to survive
In our hearts running, same as blood
They offer faithful trusted advice
And always keep the shining smile
Show satisfaction pureily, so nice
Have bounties tool, deeply as Nile
They never get argument to complain
They ever look for the cheerful talk to ...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:57 pm
At dinner for a start,
I ate a very fresh coconut.
Fearing my stomach upset
Ate a nice vinaigrette,
Then I ate a cake,
My mother baked.
To prevent constipation,
And for good digestion,
Rare sort of cheese I ate.
I ate a banana for a bet.
And to avoid the gases,
I ate some hens with lettuce.
To have a very deep sleep
I ate a very cheap sheep.
Wednesday 19th December 2018 6:06 pm
Anolini – pasta shells stuffed with meat
And cooked in broth, is what we’re eating;
Steam rises from plates but there’s no speaking,
We sip Chianti to moderate the heat
The first to break silence admits defeat;
Parmesan a generous sprinkling,
Grated black pepper our noses crinkling;
Each Christmas a ritual we repeat.
This dish from the mountains of Ital...
Monday 27th November 2017 9:55 pm
One day I'll meet you In that place!!
I don't take drugs
I tried a couple times
So I can tell you what it feels like
I don't drink
Probably all the sips I've ever had
Could amount to 2 glasses of white wine and those sambuca shots when I was 17yrs old!
I love dancing
I don't seem to do it much
But I love moving
That I do everyday with Yoga
I love fashion and...
Saturday 20th May 2017 12:45 am
Everytime I bite you
It spreads a lot of sensational
You shake my tongue
Your shape is sensual
I close my eyes to enjoy you
Your yellow jacket shines through my mind
Your amazing taste slides into my soul
Monday 18th July 2016 4:20 am
They tell me that my sandwiches are,
a pointless phrase,
by a box designer,
‘Made by hand’, would do for me.
(which means someone grafted, to learn the apprenticed skills, to do a trade,
made in centuries to perfection),
but a sarnie,
put on bread,
by a plastic gloved,...
Tuesday 3rd May 2016 12:41 pm
In the morning
make sure I calculate
Flat packet grains compress
into calibrated measure,
To be levelled
With milk added to twice the degree,
Placed in microwave,
A minute of vibrational rotation.
Returned for half the spell of time.
Seed topping on the milky mass,
Monday 18th April 2016 7:21 pm
Eric is an intern, yes he’s doing this for free
headset wrapped around hot ears
counting all the crates of beers
ripped jeans show his puny knee.
Backstage riders take the piss!
Clipboard says an item’s amiss
The schedule’s tight; he’s been up all night
Too late to get it to the concert site!
Budgets are exceeded; the helipad’s all booked
Dressing rooms are ready; just hope it’s overl...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:54 pm
I’ll gather the Cockles from Red Wharf Bay
Best soaked overnight in salt water they say
Then boil them in water that is fresh from the tap
Then simmer, five minutes, they open no crap
A bowl with some milk and the Cockles go in
Then stir with your hand like they’re having a swim
Remove and then place them in self-raising flour
Once coated, then sieve. This starter’s ...
Wednesday 10th September 2014 8:37 pm
Oh how I miss the Northern Charm
Builders' Tea and Bacon barm
Pie ’n’ peas and Cheshire cheese
Drivers that stay calm
People speak without a plum
Ecky thump and ee by gum
Tripe and Onions, Granny’s bunions
Boddies Bitter bites yer bum
Cheshire cats the grinning mousers
Tacchini wearing scally Scousers
West Pennine shower, Blackpool Tower
Our backyard and ...
Wednesday 3rd September 2014 9:42 pm
"Unload!.... safety catch, pouch, magazine off..
(From the range we smell the scoff)
"Clear, ease springs"
The Sergeant sings
Time to queue up at the trough
There's nothing quite like the old 'Range Stew'
Two rounds of bread with a nice hot brew
From the mess tin
I'm not jestin'
Made by chefs who have no clue
Soft boot shuffle with your mate
No place here...
Thursday 7th August 2014 9:58 pm
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Friday 28th June 2013 2:50 pm
ALPHABET SOUP A is for apple, all juicy and ripe. B is for bottle, all shiny & bright. C is for chocolate, all tasty & nice. D is for doggy, with bright, sparkly eyes. E is for egg, with a nice runny yolk. F is for friends and other nice folk. G is for games, all happy and fun. H is for home, when your dinner is done. I is for igloo, a house made of snow. J is for jelly, all co...
Sunday 24th June 2012 2:57 am
I don’t know when it started
When food became an issue
I remember how life was
I was diagnosed as dyslexic
After my Mum sent me for a private test
Although the School didn’t want to accept it
They didn’t want to help
Budget issues, staffing and resources
Excuses, excuses, excuses
My Mum fought their disbelief
Craving the help and guidance I needed
I heard ju...
Tuesday 31st January 2012 2:13 pm