#foods poems on Hello Poetry

Verlecia F Oct 20

And The Winner Is Miss Poultry (Country-Crossover Lyric)

so, tell me,
how does it feel
to be, so, finger licken good

you've, been puck, and tuck
from the neck,
down, to your feet

so how, does,
it, feel,
to be so finger licken good
you've, been powder, and pampered,
and felt up, in places,
you,
yourself,
couldn't, even reach

so how, does,
it, feel,
to be, so ****, tasty,
just, so, lip, watering crispy
that, I'd knock down
my little, old granny,
just,
to get, a another,
greasy, fried bite

so, tell me,
how does it feel
to be, so, finger, licken, good
that you have won, first place
right on top of my plate

so, tell me,
how does it feel

aka: lyricvixen

hunger (and a hint for History) © Aug 2019
(reprint: 10/19/1024)

#chicken #hunger #lyrics #lyricvixen #song #humor #fried #foods #man #woman

Safana Mar 2023

Koko

It is pleasant and tasty.
It is bright and cheerful,
The children are blameless.
for the reason that they drink it.
Because their world is virtuous,
Ever since it was green and polite,
It is bright and blue.
So, the morning is flawless.
For sure, today's weather is good.
because the children are drinking "Koko."
And they eat so copiously of Kosai,
Their mouths feel the sweetest,
Their ears stood up straight.
Their bodies are boogying,
They dance well, twirling.
Because of the tasty taste of Koko,
And this was boiled so freshly,
In Safana's Poetry Kitchen,
For children, drink it hot.
It is really good.
It is really tasty.
Children, remember spring,
The millet is harvested.
Children, remember summer,
The corn is harvested.
Go to the farm and cut the crop.
It is a good thing in the morning,
for grannies to mix a porridge
A corn and millet porridge
and is an aroma in a pleasant atmosphere.
Children, let's dance and dance,
Because Koko is delicious,
And Kosai is also delicious.

Koko(also eko in Yoruba) is spicy millet porridge. It is a popular Nigerian and Ghanaian street food and commonly consumed as a breakfast meal. It can also be taken in the morning or late afternoon as snack. It is made from millet with a few local spices added to give it a particular taste and color. It is called Hausa koko because of the notion it was created in the Northern areas of Nigeria and Ghana. It is also common in the various communities in both countries.
It is usually accompanied by a fried bean bun called Kosai, Pinkaso, a spicy fried flour dumpling, or the Nigerian bean cake called Akara, which the former is created from.

Hausa koko is mostly found in West African countries and is credited to the Northern people, it is believed to have been first made by the Hausa among whom millet is a dietary staple. It is a very popular Ghanaian street food. On most mornings it is sold on street corners. Sugar, milk and groundnuts are sometimes added to give it a very delicious taste.

Benefit:
Hausa Koko is made from millet which contains Magnesium, Manganese, Tryptophan, Calcium, Fibre and Vitamin B.

#beauty #nature #environment #foods

Diesel Mar 2021

fruits in the night

My sweet strawberry,
I breathed in your scenty life
I tasted your sweetening ber'
I cherished your fruit delight.

I pleased your roundabout hour,
I leaved your stretchy bed flower;
I savored your seedy ripe,
My strawberry in the night.

#love #fruit #foods #night

Nat Lipstadt Apr 2020

Pandemic Manhattan: Our Roses come from Whole Foods...

~for the men and women who fish to feed the soul of others~

this spring we will not walk Central Park. The cherry blossoms and the new buds will go unobserved, and just like a
felled tree
in the forest, their birthing, weeping, and silent dying, will go unheard.

but the roses come!

delivered by Whole Foods, red roses included with our food order,
for red roses are a vital staple, a gift of the globalized logistical feat that feeds we eight million prisoners, a red beacon to all currently

held in solitary confinement.

The men who bring them from the Netherlands, and the men from the Caribbean who deliver them, they by virus, as of yet, have not

been felled.

and I turn my mind’s eye to the mountains of heaven asking
“From Where will Come Our Salvation?”^

heaven answers with a wry awry, why Whole Foods, of course!

the cut roses pass in a few days, their heads slumped over, victims of their own virus, the inevitability + cyclicality of time.

but the petals, pose a question,
as they too are
felled and fall,
how is our death different from yours?

neither I, or the quietus of the empty streets,
even heaven,
have a ready reply;
for all of us are
felled, fallen,
by an onerous, hungry
silence.

^ Psalm 121:1

#pandemic #manhattan #our #roses #come #from #whole #foods #lipstadt

Crystal Freda May 2018

Waiting until the rain stops

Waiting for the sun,
but all we get is rain.
It peeks through one day
and the next it storms.

Its a lot like life.
Waiting for the good,
but all you get is pain.
Every chapter repeats.

Rain, rain, rain,
can bring flowers,
, but can also bring floods.
Life is full of flowers and floods.

#rain #flowers #foods #pain #good #nature #life

Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2018

Who am I?

I am carnivorous
On Sunday to Tuesday

I am vegetarian
On Wednesday

I keep fasting
On Thursday

I am Omnivorous
On Saturday

Please,
Find time, when I can
Party to Hell

Genrea: eXperimantal
Theme: Identity on transition | Executive privilege

#nepal #identity #foods

mythie Dec 2017

diet.

I have a very limited diet.
I survive off sweet and nutritious thoughts.
The compliments that taste like candy.
I devour them whole.

Put a little icing on me.
I could use a personality.
What do you want me to be?
Something sour? Or something sweet?

Cut me open, limb by limb.
Tell me good things.
Eat me and tell me how good I taste.
I crave the validation.

The bad thoughts have my stomach tied in knots.
I puke them out until I'm hungry again.
I could use some sweet things.
So all your thoughts get shoved down my throat.

Order anything you'd like.
I'll be whatever you want.
I'll make sure to consume perfection.
You are what you eat after all.

Am I good yet?
Am I too much, too little?
Too sweet, too savoury?
I will take in your thoughts and make you happy.

I'm filling up on too many thoughts.
But I'm starving.
I'm overeating all the nice things you say.
My insides are an overflowing shipwreck.

What flavour is my personality?
Should I just scrape it off?
Everyone will like me more without it.
Everyone will like me more without it.

Devour me whole, tell me I'm pretty.
Take a bite of me.
Call me the perfect identity.
Do you enjoy me?

I purge your thoughts and change my flavour.
Why aren't you happy?
My stomach is empty.
I've forgotten who I used to be.

#personality #persona #food #sweets #sweet #foods #candy #candies #lolly #lollies

'thoughtOutLoud Jun 2016

Love

When I saw you,
My stomach was rumbling ,
I dont know what it is ...
It feels like someone punch me in it.

Every lunch , when you're around
I can feel the pain ,
deep down in my ribs,
I can hear the screams
the scream of my silent stomach

but then I knew it was just a Hunger

#eating #food #hunger #eat #hungry #foods

Thomas Bron Mukama Aug 2015

NEMO'S ROL*

The time I felt tummy hurts
Those that needn't the doctor
Those of hunger strikes in me
I clinged to worry for myself
Before my life discovery.
Was too used to pizza and burgers
Nothing from my own homeland
Though in my search I fell in a direction
An improved variety tabled for us
Down the table I sat, not popular to the world but my tummy signed in
Lost my taste buds to only this
To that I ate like a hired thief in full bites
The bells of Hawaiian, becon, chicken, sausage, all for One
A Rollecks.....
Marked my anniversary of love for snacks
The place whose memory runs in my blood
The Ugandan Nemo's,
Imprisoned my love for Rollecks
One of a kind shared without regrets

Notes (optional)

#favorite #snacks #foods #uganda-food