#cuisine
Two little things.
Rice and Adobo.
Hearty as the radiance
Of freshly baked bingka.
Tell me your day,
If life went your way.
No sorrow is to swallowing.
Neither is it permanent.
Tell me little things.
One, two, or few.
Don’t count each.
Just let them be.
So when darkness befalls.
You always have something.
Two little things.
You, and your little things.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
There once was a cow from Calcutta
Who mooed with a st-st-st-stutta:
She'd m-m-m-MOO
At the passing Hindoo
Who'd milk her and churn some b-butta.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC
There once was a man from New Guinea
Whose outty began as an inny:
He ate so much food
It began to protrude
While the rest of the fella stayed skinny.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
They consume hot dogs
Too
Like you
But they don’t eat dogs
Never, ever
They do not eat cats
They do not eat pets
Never, never.
Immigrants eat wild boars, wild hogs
That’s hot Griot
They don’t eat rabbits
But they eat spicy Tassot
And of course, they eat hot dogs.
Haitians eat and drink Soup Joumou
Which contains vegetables and of course carrots
Haitian food
Is very, very good
Immigrants consume good meats
Like you.
Stop being racist
Stop being supremacist
Years ago, your ancestors used to eat dogs
Not immigrants, not West Indians
Not Haitians
Quit the hate
Think about your fate
On the final date
Immigrants eat fried wild hogs
Like zillion of Americans
Who love apple pies
Stop the lies, stop all the lies.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 1:35 PM UTC
How doth the little chupacabra
Improve his lizard scales.
Abracadabra and candelabra,
He showers when it hails.
His favorite thing to do is eat:
His favorite food is goat.
Salut, salut et bon appètit,
His favorite part's the throat.
Females, the locus of his focus,
Attract him and repel him.
Harum scarum and hocus pocus,
They scorn him when they smell him.
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC
Rrrrrrramən
n°○°●•○●•dles
are °•●○dləs
and ○°•●dles
of n●°○•dləs,
●○°•○•●°dles.
Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 9:12 PM UTC
Love of food!
Gastronomy-
Focus?
Gourmet cuisine,
Foods imbued with life,
Sensual,
Multi-
Cultural,
Lavish,
Holistic,
Essential,
Experiential,
Food to live and die for!
Simply,
“Best food possible”
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Silhouette espiègle, sors de mes pensées
Retourne aux comptoirs et couteaux affilés
Prépare les assiettes les plus sublimes
Décorées d’or, de boutons de capucines
Saupoudrées de magie. L’odeur ensorcelle
Les papilles de tes gastronomiques fidèles
Qui t’ont fait oublier l’amour depuis avril
Sens-tu la bise de septembre fébrile?
(T’ennuies-tu toujours de moi?)
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
When looking for people,
you'll always find food.
So look for food,
and you'll find friends.
Cause that's how it always ends :
with good food on their hands,
a table surrounded by friends.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Found the meat on the road, tenderized by the Michelin man
it's not all that much to behold, but hey, we do all that we can
Thinking it would go well, with a nice California Cabernet
the taste pretty swell, with fresh garlic, harvested today
Some field onion, with cracked pepper, and of course organic sage
sauteed in butter with new grunion, I've heard, it's all the rage
Placed upon bone china, white flowered table cloth, the stage
set there for the diner, to peruse, and ultimately assuage
Hiding in the kitchen, after taking out remains
unaware they are observed, as my laughter is restrained
Serving up the best, road-kill hors-d-oeuvre and mystery al-a-mien
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
stretched, widening grins
plastered in red lipstick
and a smirk beloved
clapping heels and twirling skirts.
spilling red wine soaked into cloth
oozing smell of a cheeses and wood,
of cobblestone streets and cracking walls,
laughter, trickling down the brisk night air
the alleyway tight and sparkling,
the night alive with an affair
between moon and cuisine,
between human and love
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish
But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care
Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers
Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout
For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
A gummy connoisseur,
The worms that I prefer
Are red with human blood.
They're just so ******* good!
O.O
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
The very finest cat-man stew
Is made and served in Kathmandu.
O.O
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Give 'em a try, and feel the rush!
Virility and skittish flight
Are pent up in their potent taste—
Like a billion bunnies in a bite!
^ ^
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
In dreams
he loves me ~
he looks at me with those seductive eyes
that take me on flights along emerald skies
In dreams
he touches me
and I melt with desire
his hands and his kisses light me on fire
In dreams
he takes me
on trips to France and Italy ~
we dance the night away and
dine on the finest cuisines,
sipping champagne
in chauffeured limousines
Then I awaken…
…and have to get ready for work.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC