Best Kitchen Poems

-Poetry Soup Kitchen-

Grab your aprons and spoon
Today we will not think of the stars and the moon,

Open your eyes, be grateful for all we have
Together we can paint the world
In any which way we desire

Let's give, live and celebrate the New Year
Poetry Soup Style
Happy New...

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Adventurous Asparagus

Edgy 
Veggie

All over the Stove

Splatter
Matter

Don’t let Pa Find This

Risky 
Whisky

Brother Got the Macaroni He Wanted

Dinner
Winner

The Hostess Treat that Hid in the Pantry Corner

Stinky
Twinky

Oops! Leftovers Two Weeks old

Fateful
Plateful

For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Feb 23)' Poetry Contest...

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Hearts mangled by grief
Lost in separate mazes
Cooking a half-hearted meal
A turn of the head, a quick glance
Trembling hands reach out
Right hand in left, a gentle waltz
to sweet soul sounds on the radio
We danced in the kitchen

Then hold your baby tight
Hold your baby so tight crying...

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Chef 's Winter dishes are simply delicious, not too much oil or cream.

Rich or plain,  taste tested to perfection, tiny portions sometimes steamed

He starts  the day with freshly squeezed orange juice,coffee and toast.

And embarks on a fitness journey along the seaside in Adelaide.

Today...

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Man in Kitchen

So this is it, this place I’ve never been
I wander in and find it’s kept pristine
So this is where she disappears
And later on the food appears

Ah well! I’ll have to do my best
I think I’ll try that chicken breast
All I have to do...

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Mums Kitchen.

If I went back to the house of my childhood days,
I'm sure I'd see mum in the kitchen, as my eyes start to glaze.
Busily moving pots and pans from the stove to the sink,
I would hold onto that vision afraid just to blink.

Her blue...

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Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’ve got a secret to tell
I’ll whisper it to you; as I don’t like to yell

I’ve discovered a monster living in my house
It’s very very quiet, as quiet as a mouse

The biscuit tin is empty, not even a single crumb
Yet the packet was brand...

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When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!






12-20-16...

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Inspired By T Rex 'Hot Love'

Well she's his woman of gold 
She won't do as she's told 
A ha ha 
She's his woman of gold 
She shouldn't be so bold
When her hands are that cold 
A ha ha 
 
She casts her spell like a...

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Kitchen Dancing
For Joshua


He swirls into the kitchen with a grin on his face.
His favourite song plays on the radio.
Hips and shoulders move to the rhythm.
This is my own private show.
His body moves fast; he almost loses balance.
His pre-adolescent legs getting longer every day.
He grabs my...

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There’s cheap lunches in the Barley Tavern,
each Wednesday, when after one o’clock.
I always chose to eat beer battered fish,
plus mystery cake a little bit ad hoc.
And this Wednesday here in the tavern,
Ted Austin joined me with his chosen dish,
which consisted of fruit salad in a...

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As I sit awhile at my kitchen window
And float weightless in the pond yonder
What if you and I were those geese?
My unmoored thoughts always wander.

Basking in the sprawling lap of nature
Soaking in curative warm sun’s rays
Waiting and looking out for each other
Turning our necks with...

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You want to romance me 
Love me deeply 
But down below 
You rule you crawl 
From the bosom of hell
You infinite powers over me 
Keep me clawed to you 
Depth a space for me 
I beg I plead 
Empty words 
No sound no verb 
Fists...

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The burst soapsuds dissipate.
Six doves outside my window
Enjoy their meal, congregate.
Wings whirr, head to the gingko

Baby phoebes see surroundings.
With wide mouths expose tastebuds
Hunger each day compounding!
I look, then see burst soapsuds   

So much happening outside my kitchen window view that I forget the...

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I was dancing and prancing 
And singing whooped Dee Dee
Not realizing I was not alone
Until he opened his shirt to me

He threw out the mayo, some jam and some jelly, a real hoot.
I caught the chocolate milk in midair, he was dancing up a toot.
He...

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