Crisp Haiku
crisp haiku
like potato chips for sale:
saintly salt and vinegar
a multi-pack rady salted romance
or this symphony of sour cream and chives
for god's sake
she's crazy for
chicken
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fish ‘n Chips - Food of Life
Oh how I crave for fish ‘n chips:
Our fine cuisine of world renown.
I dined on such a subtle dish
When QEII received her crown.
Oh how I need some fish ‘n chips;
I'll queue in pouring rain or snow!
What better way to warm my hands,
As soggy chips make fingers glow.
We Brits are famed for culinary finesse,
Like steak ‘n kidney pud no less;
Wondrous tripe; cottage pie;
Bangers and egg in lard to fry!
But fish ‘n chips - the crowning glory -
A dish to trounce the great kebab!
You think I care for chicken masala?
It's cod and chips that grow my flab.
Oh how I yearn for fish ‘n chips,
All poshly wrapped in the Daily Star,
Then caked and drowned in salt ‘n vinegar -
And stinking out my brand new car!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Pollo Asado
Come on, its a beautiful night for a walk on the beach, wouldnt you say?
Yes, I would say that, I would say that
Let me start of with a basket of chips
Then move on to the pollo asado taco
I would like two pollo asado tacos with one beef chimichanga
On the chimichanga, I would like a side of sour cream
I would like tomatoes and onions on my quesodilla
For dessert I would like the flares -- I would like extra cinnamon
Do you make guacamole?
Yes, I do make guacamole.
Uh, I would like a side of guacamole on my tostitos
I like to dip the tostitos in the guacamole
Can I get a basket, I told you about a basket of chips
I would like a large iced-tea, 2, uh, 2 large iced-teas
Ok, thatll be $16.07
Out of $20? ok, $16.07s your change.
Hi, can I help you?
I would like a basket of chips,
A beef chimichanga with a side of sour cream
I would like some guacamole on my chimichanga
With a quesodilla of tomato, onion, and vegetables
I should like a burrito with beans, beef, and
I would like a carne asado taco
Could you put some hot sauce on that for me?
No, inside the taco, not on the side
Yes, can I have a carne asado taco?
Not a pollo asado, we dont have chicken
Do you have guacamole?
Can you make me some guacamole?
I have guacamole
Ok, on my burrito I would like the muchaco beef and the shredded pork
And some more cheese, please
Ok, thatll be $22...
Uh, oh yes, I would like two lemonades and one medium iced-tea
Ok, thatll be $20.07
Out of $22? ok, $1.52s your change
Thanks a lot -- your food will be up -- here, let me get your drinks
Hi, can I help you? yes, I would like a basket of chips
I would like a beef chimi...
Umm, what is, what is the, what is the, what is the pollo asado?
Thats the chicken
Ok, what is the carne asado?
Thats the beef
Ok, let me get two carne asado tacos...
song performed by by Ween
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Down the Chippy
Tasty chips sizzling away
an aroma that can't be beat
'Salt and Vinegar Sir? '
what a tasty treat.
When we were little kids
going to the chippy was a delight
Fish n Chips once a week
usually on a Saturday Night.
The Chippy was on our road
you could smell Fish in the air
'can we have a bag of Scratchings'
a bit of spare Cod if we dare.
The Fish and Chip shop
as British as cups of Teas
who can resist a bag of chips
and some nice Mushy Peas?
poem by Kevin Halls
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Chicken & chips
Chicken & chips
Often brought by fast food addicts
Who love the finger licking taste
Fried fatty food
Unhealthy but cheap
Eaten for hunger's sake
Shop owners
Laughing all the way to the bank
At the expense
Of junk food loving customers
Who just want to fill their belly
With a cheap box of fried chicken & chips.
poem by Sinclair Azubuike
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The Chicken Burrito (an Ad)
she loves guacamole!
Thus
the creation
of the
Lahaina Chicken Burrito.
Filled
with guacamole, sour cream, grilled chicken and rice. Every
bite is full of flavor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Love (2)
I love to undress it,
but sometimes I can't wait,
and have it from the oven,
on a steaming hot plate.
It likes to be soaked
with butter, beans, or peas.
Oh, the scrumptious potato,
it does like to please.
But it also plays it cool
in front of the salad.
It knows how I like it
when she teases my palate.
But to be honest I prefer it
when it's wallowing in gravy,
Mmm, those tasty hot potatoes
will drive anyone crazy.
Doesn't it smell voluptuous
with salt and vinegar
when dressed in an open
newspaper wrapper.
And when it's fluffy and soft,
with milk and butter,
it's so seductively adorable,
there's nothing better.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Carcinogenic Potato Chips...by talile ali
me and my dad
we use to walk
about the town when he
should be at work
and me in school
eating potato chips
and drinking soda pops
talking and walking
and walking and talking
i always wondered why
my dad never took me back to the
school house where i ran away
so that i could be with my daddy
now i hear that chips are filled
with alcolids
500 times more carcinogenic than
cigarettes
now i have prostate cancer
and i may pass away
my love is scared to death
it has to be that way
could i blame society
for allowing this to be
carcinogenic potato chips
could be the death of me
how good things are so often
turned into bits of insanity
and all of this and heaven
so to reign on me
Copyright © 2009
poem by Talile Ali
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Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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You need four men to make a good salad: a crazy man to mix it, a scholar for the salt, a miser for a touch of vinegar, and a squanderer for the oil.
All in a Day's Work
One or two pieces of candy
A few potato chips
A spoonful of rocky road ice cream
Going past my lips
A sliver of apple pie
To see if it tastes as it should
A morsel of a cookie
Just to make sure it is good
A bite of chocolate cake
Two nibbles of a pastry roll
I don't think of this as snacking
For me, it's quality control
©2006
Tender Buttons [Chicken]
CHICKEN.
Pheasant and chicken, chicken is a peculiar third.
CHICKEN.
Alas a dirty word, alas a dirty third alas a dirty third, alas a dirty bird.
CHICKEN.
Alas a doubt in case of more go to say what it is cress. What is it. Mean. Why. Potato. Loaves.
CHICKEN.
Stick stick call then, stick stick sticking, sticking with a chicken. Sticking in a extra succession, sticking in.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Vinegar Salt
I...like the things that you hate
And you...hate the things that I like
But it hurts
Honestys your church
But sometimes
Its better to lie
I...am the vinegar and salt
And you...are the oil that dissolves
My frustration
Honestys limitation
But sometimes
Its better to lie
I am the vinegar and salt
And you are the oil that dissolves my frustrations
Limitations
But sometimes...
I dont dare to ask why
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Vinegar & Salt
I...like the things that you hate
And you...hate the things that I like
But it hurts
Honesty's your church
But sometimes
It's better to lie
I...am the vinegar and salt
And you...are the oil that dissolves
My frustration
Honesty's limitation
But sometimes
It's better to lie
I am the vinegar and salt
And you are the oil that dissolves my frustrations
Limitations
But sometimes...
I don't dare to ask why
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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A Thousand Nights Nasty Revengi Romance
evengi
gi li
cal
ho
ora
you siko
gaco
gaico
natti
woman
who wants bad durty oo lala
bitchi crazy romance.....
je ton veux
mon amour
salle
une salle
la salle
for sale
for sell
for closure
dirty
romance...
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Beach Life....
I sat on the wall and just.
Watched
My mind and eyes danced to the fore
Shore
Waves of seas and souls who pranced
Jubilant
Was my expression
As impressionistic imprints imbedded in
Mind and sand and sea
Buckets of love and sand ebbed and flowed
Feathers flew, fled, fought for disregarded chips
And lay also
Lay as unwanted knickers on the tangerine sand
It was a knickerbocker glorious day
Of ice-cream cones and cream clad skin
Of towels, flip-flops
Bunny hops
Sandy hands and castles
Surrounded by murky, frothy, salted streams
For once the sky held little
Importance as
I was far to distracted by
Life
...............thank you for reading..........
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Simplifying Life
back to the basics now
when it is hard soften it
when is dry
wet it
when it is too hot
wait
when it is bland
put a little salt
or a pinch of sugar
if you want it a little bit sweet
or sour
then use a little vinegar
or
add some drops of lemon
a cube of seasoning
or to appease the tongue
put the black pepper
or the chili sauce
when things are frozen
thaw it
it is just like life
when things get rough
my dear
be tough
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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2. Frying Tonight
Fish chip and mushy pea suppers
Newspaper vinegar drips
A shower of dark brown malt liquid
Helps salt crystals stick to your chips
The smell is a stunning reminder
Of many an outing since gone
When fish chip and mushy pea suppers
Were quickly devoured every one
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Love For Sale
Love for sale
Advertising young love for sale
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled
Love thats only slightly soiled
Love for sale
Love for sale
Lots and lots of young love for sale
Now if I youd like to try my way
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale
Like the poets type of love in their childish way
I know every kind of love better far than they
If you want to trail of love
Ive been through the mill of love
Old love, new love, every love but true love
Love for sale
Advertising young love for sale
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled
Love thats only slightly soiled
Love for sale
Who would buy?
Who would like to sample my surprise?
Love for sale
... (longer instrumental part)
Love for sale
Advertising young love for sale
Love for sale
Advertising crazy love for sale
Now if I youd like to try my way
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale
Love for sale (sweet love)
Love for sale (lots and lots of young love)
Love for sale
song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Potato
One potato, two potato
three potato four.
We need some potatoes
to help feed the poor.
Too many hungry babes
are being born today.
When their mother's milk runs dry
they'll have to find a way
to keep their bellies full.
No time for play.
One potato, two potato,
three potato, four.
You say into each life
a little rain must pour?
I say the rain's that's falling
are tears from the eyes
that run down children's faces
from hunger pains and cries
that elude the ears of rich ones
that never ever buys
potatoes for them all.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Meat & Potato Man
Meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what I am,
A meat and potato man
song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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