Challenge: Foodie's Delight

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Write a food-centric poem. Food you love or hate, a memorable meal, a favorite restaurant, etc., you get the idea. Feel free to interpret this challenge as broadly as you desire. Your poem can be any length, style or form, erotic or not, illustrated: whatever gets your creative juices flowing.

The challenge is over on Monday, May 28 at midnight PST. The winner is the person who posts the last entry before the challenge ends.

Now get your forks out and have fun!
 
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Write a food-centric poem. Food you love or hate, a memorable meal, a favorite restaurant, etc., you get the idea. Feel free to interpret this challenge as broadly as you desire. Your poem can be any length, style or form, erotic or not, illustrated: whatever gets your creative juices flowing.

The challenge is over on Monday, May 28 at midnight PST. The winner is the person who posts the last entry before the change ends.

Now get your forks out and have fun!
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Garden tines pierce earth,
turn, spill,
new potato's
..

Beer fried brats on a bun, mustard, bell pepper relish, 'tater salad.
 
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How to eat a banana

Slowly unzip each layer
one by one
exposing you to my
luscious lips,
My tongue tip slowly
sliiiiides
the length,
tasting
gently nibbling.
Engulfing sweet and delectable
sucking in each mouthful
till I must swallow ... swallow .....
 
The Children's Hour*

The kids' table wasn't much fun at all.
I had to sit next to my cousin Neil.
They forced me to eat there when I was small.

Can you imagine the way you would feel
Watching Neil chewing with his open jaw,
Smooshing his turkey to make it congeal,

My God! If only there had been a law
So he wouldn't mix his peas in his milk
And snort when he sucked them up in his straw.

I didn't belong with Neil and his ilk:
I tried to explain this to my Aunt Zel,
But she'd just refuse, her No cool as silk

And relegate me back to kiddie hell.
Maybe it was her tower of red hair
Made hearing faulty so she couldn't tell

Or maybe she knew and just didn't care,
Maybe her brain had sunk in that red hair.
The kids' table wasn't much fun at all.
They forced me to eat there when I was small.



*a slightly fractured terzanelle
 
To Save the World, Eat Bugs
Title of an article in The Atlantic, February 25, 2014

It's said Americans eat too much meat,
that we should get more calories from plants
and protein from other sources—insects,
say—though this does not seem appetizing
enough to start a trend in restaurants.
It could, though, appeal to certain foodies,

the ones who do not read Gourmet, foodies
distressed by even the concept of meat
that would never be found in restaurants
they frequent, the kind that serve only plants
organically grown, yet appetizing
nonetheless—there, perhaps we'd find insects

seasoned in cardamom and fried, insects
sustainably grown. Discerning foodies
(non-vegan ones) might find appetizing
arthropods as a substitute for meat.
Not everyone will dine only on plants
(unless they eat in the right restaurants?),

so, yeah, we need a kind of restaurant
that maybe specializes in insects—
dishes so delicious they're like implants
in the brain so that not only foodies
will begin to lose their fondness for meat.
We need to make insects appetizing.

Eat bugs?! But they're so unappetizing!
That's why we need top chefs and restaurants
to wean us away from our love of meat.
It needs to be trendy to eat insects,
trendy for all of us, not just foodies
(always excepting those who just eat plants,

of course). We'll need to construct insect plants,
perhaps engineer more appetizing
forms for arthropod protein. Ask foodies
for suggestions, ask our great restaurants.
Perhaps an ad campaign that's drenched in sex
might get men thinking about more than meat:

Plant the idea in fine restaurants
that so appetizing are cooked insects
that sexy foodies just swarm there to meet.

.
 
To Save the World, Eat Bugs
Title of an article in The Atlantic, February 25, 2014

It's said Americans eat too much meat,
that we should get more calories from plants
and protein from other sources—insects,
say—though this does not seem appetizing
enough to start a trend in restaurants.
It could, though, appeal to certain foodies,

the ones who do not read Gourmet, foodies
distressed by even the concept of meat
that would never be found in restaurants
they frequent, the kind that serve only plants
organically grown, yet appetizing
nonetheless—there, perhaps we'd find insects

seasoned in cardamom and fried, insects
sustainably grown. Discerning foodies
(non-vegan ones) might find appetizing
arthropods as a substitute for meat.
Not everyone will dine only on plants
(unless they eat in the right restaurants?),

so, yeah, we need a kind of restaurant
that maybe specializes in insects—
dishes so delicious they're like implants
in the brain so that not only foodies
will begin to lose their fondness for meat.
We need to make insects appetizing.

Eat bugs?! But they're so unappetizing!
That's why we need top chefs and restaurants
to wean us away from our love of meat.
It needs to be trendy to eat insects,
trendy for all of us, not just foodies
(always excepting those who just eat plants,

of course). We'll need to construct insect plants,
perhaps engineer more appetizing
forms for arthropod protein. Ask foodies
for suggestions, ask our great restaurants.
Perhaps an ad campaign that's drenched in sex
might get men thinking about more than meat:

Plant the idea in fine restaurants
that so appetizing are cooked insects
that sexy foodies just swarm there to meet.

.
..
The sad fact is some insects are diminishing at an alarming rate. This is looking like a very bad year for pollinators.
 
M'Lady's shallot

Tis August, organics abound,
tomatoes juicy and round,
potatoes fresh from the ground,
among the delights to be found.

But best is the lowly shallot.
Queen of the oniony rabble
over it M'Lady did babble,
this oft neglected vegtable,
which Tennyson never forgot.

I've yet to come up with something original for this challenge but dug this out of the compost heap.
 
Bravo Tzara! (They're a bitch to write, eh?) :rose:
I know you don't believe this, but it actually was pretty easy. Two hours, start to finish. The hard part was making sure I followed the decasyllabic meter.

Ignore that and you can just bang the thing out. :rolleyes:
 
M'Lady's shallot

Tis August, organics abound,
tomatoes juicy and round,
potatoes fresh from the ground,
among the delights to be found.

But best is the lowly shallot.
Queen of the oniony rabble
over it M'Lady did babble,
this oft neglected vegtable,
which Tennyson never forgot.

I've yet to come up with something original for this challenge but dug this out of the compost heap.

Ah yes, that mad lady of shallot. :D

I know you don't believe this, but it actually was pretty easy. Two hours, start to finish. The hard part was making sure I followed the decasyllabic meter.

Ignore that and you can just bang the thing out. :rolleyes:

I suppose that coming from you, Monsieur Form Poems, this is not surprising. :)
 
I drink you in, my senses feeding
on every feature,
lost in the love of your face,
learning how beautiful a man can be.
Oh yes I'm biased, but I knew
before I loved you,
how very special you are.
You sing to me "Falling in love again,
I can't help it." and I am replete.
 
I suppose that coming from you, Monsieur Form Poems, this is not surprising. :)
Please note I explicitly did not say that writing a good sestina was easy. I meant filling in the form was easy.

My poem is an example of the latter, not the former, quality. :cool:
OMG a Sestina! Weren't you talking about a thread some time back?
I am still doing research--reading about the form, reading examples of the form, etc.

I'll start bloviating about it when I'm ready. There's already a helium shortage without me bleeding lighter-than-air gas into the discussion.

Just get ready for double (and triple!) sestinas, m'dear. It's a complex poetry world out there.
 
Please note I explicitly did not say that writing a good sestina was easy. I meant filling in the form was easy.

My poem is an example of the latter, not the former, quality. :cool:
I am still doing research--reading about the form, reading examples of the form, etc.

I'll start bloviating about it when I'm ready. There's already a helium shortage without me bleeding lighter-than-air gas into the discussion.

Just get ready for double (and triple!) sestinas, m'dear. It's a complex poetry world out there.

Good grief! Should I have asked?! My favourites are still a couple I wrote with no more than 4 words per line!
 
Not a sestina

Jersey Girl's Lament

Pizza is my favorite food.
They don't know how to make it here.
Order one and you are screwed.
Pizza is my favorite food,
But most things here are barbequed.
Best to order that, I fear.
Pizza is my favorite food.
They don't know how to make it here.
 
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Please note I explicitly did not say that writing a good sestina was easy. I meant filling in the form was easy.

My poem is an example of the latter, not the former, quality. :cool:
I am still doing research--reading about the form, reading examples of the form, etc.

I'll start bloviating about it when I'm ready. There's already a helium shortage without me bleeding lighter-than-air gas into the discussion.

Just get ready for double (and triple!) sestinas, m'dear. It's a complex poetry world out there.

I look forward to your bloviating. Maybe I'll finally learn the trick to constructing one without shuddering and/or grinding my teeth. The few I wrote made me feel like I was doing Sudoko. :eek:
 
Cool ceramic
Porcelain clay
White and smooth
Elegant curves
Organic and true
His and hers
A satisfying weight
Two fingers in
Half and half
Cool and white
Steaming hot coffee
Black and fresh
The heady aroma
Earthy and rich
Blends together
Its divine warmth
Makes my morning
So complete
Sipping its goodness
Early morning hours
When all are asleep
 
Jersey Girl's Lament

Pizza is my favorite food.
They don't how to make it here.
Order one and you are screwed.
Pizza is my favorite food,
But most things here are barbequed.
Best to order that, I fear.
Pizza is my favorite food.
They don't know how to make it here.

Triolet? You are missing a word in the 2nd line :)
 
Country Boy's Contentment

Square pizza?
Homemade crust,
Joe's special pork sausage mix,
Tomatoes, green olives, pesto, marinara,
no anchovies, no sestina,
siesta maybe.
 
You mean the syllable count? I wasn't counting them. I wasn't fussed about the meter either. :eek:
Jersey Girl's Lament

Pizza is my favorite food.
They don't {know} how to make it here.
Order one and you are screwed.
Pizza is my favorite food,
But most things here are barbequed.
Best to order that, I fear.
Pizza is my favorite food.
They don't know how to make it here.
The meter is quite regular, by the way. Reminiscent of Blake's "The Tyger," it would probably be considered iambic tetrameter, though there are a lot of acephalic lines (i.e., the initial unstressed syllable is missing).
 
The meter is quite regular, by the way. Reminiscent of Blake's "The Tyger," it would probably be considered iambic tetrameter, though there are a lot of acephalic lines (i.e., the initial unstressed syllable is missing).

Oh! I didn't even notice! Thank you (and thank you Annie). :rose: :rose:

I usually write on my phone these days (it's easier for me), and often things go sideways. I was probably fixing the #$&* autocorrect and missed that I'd skipped a word. :rolleyes:

Funny thing about the meter. I wasn't trying, but (stressed starting syllables notwithstanding), it just sounded right to me.
 
Cool ceramic
Porcelain clay
White and smooth
Elegant curves
Organic and true
His and hers
A satisfying weight
Two fingers in
Half and half
Cool and white
Steaming hot coffee
Black and fresh
The heady aroma
Earthy and rich
Blends together
Its divine warmth
Makes my morning
So complete
Sipping its goodness
Early morning hours
When all are asleep

Oh yes! My late partner eagleyez used to say that first sip is godlike lol. Your poem captures that sentiment for me. :rose:

Also I am all in on the half and half. Just a splash to cut the bitter!
 
Rebuttal

That first sip,
caffeine replenishment, dairy free,
double aspartame de rigueur,
oh jive,
so thick with flavor.
Oh coffee, god you are my savior.
No drinks tonight.
Sip.
 
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