Tag Archives: food

Cooking

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A mountain they seemed
Piled way up to the top
Different types of meat
Vegetables and fish
5 hours after noon they all were done

Me in the midst of my favorite room
Surrounded by utensils and sweet smells
Burning flames bright and blue
Under stainless steels and Dutch pots
Chicken wings clothed with spinach Floating free in juicy ripe red bell peppers

4 stews, brown rice, and fish steeped in soup later
A week in meals was done

BB (Bale Cafe)

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I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink

 

*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born :)*

A Saturday Night

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Buttered toast and honey oats
Fingers crossed with cuddled toes
Warming fires snuggling close
Lovely night with unburdened clothes

Like Pink Cotton Candy On A Summer Nooon

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Your eyes partly blue and darkly brown softly pull me in
Sweet & seductive I like you, so allow me to be honest
Truth is I like you a lot

The taste of you could be like warm sugar
Slightly slapping and burning the back of my throat
The part that your moist tongue could so easily tickle
Like pink cotton candy on a summer noon
Delighting my swollen navel through to my tummy

But I must refrain
Knowing your side effects is lasting
Tempting and downright sinful

(So) I keep watching from a far (unsafe) distance…

If I Had…

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If I had a dog
I would call her honey
And feed her treats

If I had a cat
I would call her ginger
Or maybe ginger
And fish her good fish

If I had a man
I would call him YOU
Or maybe love
Daily feeding him with wet& juicy kisses

When Coffee Came Over For Tea

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He came over for a cup of tea
On a cold Sunday morn
This tall dark drink of coffee

Our future was spelled out in my green and his earl grey(tea)
A (sly)smile of seduction forming & sealing his fate shut

Cookies crumbled under warm tea biscuits
When our quiet eyes finally met…

The unfolding story begs to be continued...



*Please feel free to offer criticisms, this is a freshly baked poem...*