Archive for the ‘Food’ Tag

Pizza (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #9)   Leave a comment

You have a fragrant disregard for the state of my waistline.
The scents wafting from the oven smell so fine.
Your crispy cracking crust and perfection on top
Makes me kill my diet; I just cannot stop!
Today you got a victory in my battle within,
'Cause pizza, when you look this good I cannot win!

– SR Romney 2022

Posted 04/09/2022 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2022

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Egg (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #6)   Leave a comment

Over easy
A sunny side up
The start of a simple custard
A scramble with a splash of cream, salt, and some butter
The thin-shelled reproductive body of a bird, such as a hen, eaten as a food.
The thing you throw at people's houses on halloween
Food eaten all over the world
A fine french omelette
Hard boiled

– SR Romney 2022

Posted 04/06/2022 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2022

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Sad Eggs   Leave a comment

Sad eggs
Bad eggs
Couldn’t have been glad eggs?
Or maybe even rad eggs?
Best I’ve ever had eggs?
No, instead they are cad eggs
Just a passing fad eggs
Trying to make me mad eggs
Bad eggs
Sad eggs

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 12/04/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Gorging (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #8)   Leave a comment

I want to gorge myself
On life
On happiness
On experience
On love
But those things are scarce
And I find myself starving
So instead
I’ll gorge myself
On food
On drink
On distractions
Maybe then
I’ll feel full

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/08/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Playing Ketchup (National Poetry Writing Month #5)   1 comment

I started by throwing it on the floor.
It made a cool sound, but not anymore.
So I slapped my hands down on the gooey pile.
Shards of glass aside, it wasn’t my style.

I grabbed another bottle; blew over the top.
I made a quick song but I just didn’t “pop”.
So I picked up some drumsticks and tapped out a beat.
It made a nice sound, but it wasn’t complete.

So I grabbed my guitar, and used the bottle as a slide.
But I couldn’t hear much because of what was inside.
I’ve been trying to understand, but I just give up.
I just don’t understand why people play ketchup.

-Shaman Romney 2016