For today’s prompt, write a poem about (or at) a food establishment. You could pick on a chain like Taco Bell or McDonald’s, sure, but maybe there’s a local favorite–or some special dive. Heck, maybe that place where you took your first date or got your first job. Have fun with it, and if you need to do a little research, go out for something to eat.
Robert Lee Brewer's Original Post
Brick Street Coffee Break
ReplyDeleteHow I miss this little place
hidden away on an actual brick street
no fancy china or cloths of lace
simple fare and friends would meet
to share a meal and talk awhile
or have tea and something sweet
the aromas brought many a smile
special coffees they would brew
I loved to just sit and read awhile.
Carolyn would stop and chat with you
always a smile on her face
never let on what she was going through.
No fancy china or cloths of lace
how I miss this little place.
Sounds like an adorable little place and this is an adorable little poem.
DeleteI know it's not exactly a "food establishment" but in my mind it is. LOL.
ReplyDeleteMY MOTHER'S KITCHEN
a pantoum
My mother's kitchen was her sanctuary
away from family and angry husband
She never could cook daily meals very well.
She seemed to take a lot of time with dinner.
Away from family and angry husband
no children allowed while she prepared
she seemed to take a lot of time with dinner
so I never learned to cook when I was young.
No children allowed while she prepared,
I would watch from outside at the back screen door
so I never learned to cook when I was young,
a good thing since I didn't like her meals much.
I would watch from outside at the back screen door
cooking motions, pans banging, not recipes,
a good thing since I didn't like her meals much.
She would work out her frustrations in the work.
Cooking motions, pans banging, not recipes,
She never could cook daily meals very well.
She would work out her frustrations in the work.
My mother's kitchen was her sanctuary.
I never thought about how long it took her to make dinner but you're right. no one was allowed in while she cooked?... maybe she couldn't cook very well but she did make the best meatloaf :-). the only cookbook she used was her betty crocker one for baking... she did love to bake and that she did very well!
Deleteyup, I learned to cook all on my own too. No one was allowed in the kitchen while she cooked that slop...some of it was good...most of it was gross.
Deletenice poem Victoria!!
DeleteI ate hamburgers and french fries
ReplyDeleteAt the very firs MacDonald's in Erie
It was a date back then
Couple's sat in their cars and ate
At the very first MacDonald's in Erie
We played dead teen age songs on the radio
Couples sat in their cars and ate
I always saved my fries for Bonnie
We played dead teen age songs on the radio
We snuck a kiss or two
I always saved my fries for Bonnie
We talked about the date when I got home
We snuck a kiss or two
We took off as the sun went down
we talked about the date when I got home
Bonnie finished off my fries
We took off as the sun went down
It was a date back then
Bonnie finished off my fries
I ate hamburgers and french fries.
lol! i remember you bringing me home fries. never had any better since :-)
DeleteGroovy coffee, last call, right at close.
ReplyDeleteYou are anxious to leave,
I hear a minute of an impromptu show
The row in our relationship had been composed.
Of me, you were anxious to relieve.
Yum, yum, rub the tum,
ReplyDeletepizza, pizza
how grand!
Truly I can understand
why it's so beloved,
and why
people praise it to the sky,
Pizza, Pizza
Pizza Pie!
Thought I'd have fun with that prompt, being silly is a gas!
ReplyDeleteMy Local Coffeeshop
ReplyDeleteUmesh, former Sherpa from Nepal,
sells only fair-traded, organic coffee
from growers and roasters he knows.
In our small North Shore town we gain
an illusion of being world travelers
as we sip blends from Sumatra, Costa Rica,
flavored with syrups from Madagascar and beyond.
On the walls: photos of Everest, maps
showing coffee plantations, exhibits
by local artists, and the community bulletin board.
The best of coffee from around the world offered,
the best of local community celebrated,
local musicians play, poets present their work,
community meetings convened to discuss
recycling, wind power or meet the candidates.
Friends visit, people sit at laptops writing novels,
doing homework, applying for jobs.
We hear of the earthquake in Nepal,
ask Umesh for news of his family, help
him raise money. Our community is
so much larger than our small North Shore town.
©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington
My order
ReplyDeleteI want a small order
not a plateful big enough for ten
I don't want butter or salt
Forget the meat, not today
I don't want a lot of sugar
or while flour or grease
Don't bring me green vegetables
cooked into a grey green blob
no wilted lettuce no
clump of white rice
Don't bring any soda
no creamer either
Wait.
I'm going home for lunch.