"blt" poems
Sizzling, crackling, popping, cooking
Crunchy, greasy, meaty goodness.
Bacon is perfection
It can be a snack, a meal,
And goes on sandwiches
Because who has ever heard of an LT sandwich?
Nobody, because a BLT needs bacon
As much as me, you, and everyone else on this world
Needs bacon
Perfect, delicious, sizzling
Bacon
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
The girl that loved you,
once upon a time.
I used to make wishes on
daisy petals for you,
that you would be mine forever.
We used to write notes back and forth
and you'd fold mine into cranes and frogs,
and place them in my locker in between class.
I used to sit next to you, real close, at The Shack
and eat a BLT, and my leg would tap, tap, tap
trying to shake away the nerves.
You used to talk about the galaxy and it's infinity
as we sat in the bed of your old, rusted truck
and the moonlight would dance across the pond and onto our young faces.
I used to whisper to you on the phone,
real late at night when I was supposed to be asleep,
and you would whisper back, even though you didn't have to hush.
We used to talk about years down the road,
about now, and what our lives would be like,
together, for certain.
Do you remember me?
The girl that you loved back,
once upon a time.
Do you remember me?
The girl that you left behind.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
I was hungry, so I went to the deli to eat,
And it wasn’t a far walk, just right down the street.
My stomach was excited, as I threw open the door,
But immediately I thought, “This decision was poor.”
Behind the counter stood a man who looked like a freak,
With pockmarks and moles that made my knees weak.
His mouth was a mess and his teeth, long and mangled,
It’s a mystery that they fit, with the way they were angled.
I was uneasy at first, but decided I’d try,
And maybe It’d turn out he wasn’t a bad guy.
I told him I wanted a BLT:
Bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mayo -- really easy.
Well, this guy turned out to be about as smart as a rock,
He proceeded to ruin my sandwich while I stared in shock.
First he grabs the roll, and cuts it in two,
And the two halves were uneven! What’s wrong with you!?
Then he picks up the mayo knife and starts to slather,
And I realize that this guy didn’t even gather
The fact that there’s ketchup all over the knife that he’s using!
I feel like this guy is starting to find this amusing.
Next for the veggies -- the L and T --
Should be simple, but this guy really worried me.
He slaps on the lettuce which is slimy and brown,
This was now a competitor for “Worst Sandwich in Town.”
Time for tomatoes, and I’m feeling scared…
He takes the nasty white end pieces, and throws them on like, “Who cares?”
Then he wraps up the sandwich that he thinks he’s done makin’,
And he hands it to me even though there’s No Bacon!!
So I looked at him straight, and I spoke him these words,
“You can have that back, since it looks as appealing as turds!”
I stormed out the deli feeling nothing but disgust,
And decided that that was the last time I trust
A deli worker who had teeth that didn’t fit his jaw,
And a face that looked like he kissed a bansaw.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
I find myself in full fantasy mode lately. I have a BF (who I saw a couple of weeks ago) and I’m not interrogating my romantic choices - but he’s not here.
Do I have an impulse to throw myself at that boundary? No, but I can steal a look, now and then, like a hotel souvenir - can’t I?
Yesterday morning, Lisa and I stopped at Steep, a coffee shop on science hill, to pick up something breakfasty. At one point the small shop filled with the aroma of apple pie and in my mind, I had a flash memory of this guy, Jordie, last fall, coming into this shop in his little Yale blue and white soccer shorts.
He’d looked fit. In memory, he seemed to move slowly, like individual video frames. There was an interesting, uncomplicated strength, something polished and fresh about him, like a shiny new phone.
“Here,” Lisa said, passing a coffee to me. Then she gave me a sly smile and a tilty-headed look, asking,
“Where’d you go? You looked like you were lost in some bliss.”
A guilt washed through me, as thin and unpleasant as cigarette smoke. The thought of telling her struck me like a slapping hand. Submitting this fantasy to a roommate focus-group seemed wrong.
The whole fantasy was bunkum anyway, an unimportant memory, mapped to a fragrance, as if his taut, tanned, muscular legs had significance.
“I was daydreaming,” I said, with an ‘I don’t know’ shrug and grimace.
(BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Bunkum: a foolish or insincere idea)
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 1:42 PM UTC
thanks no thank you yes may i see a menu? have a nice day the blt please i don't need one bass please i might as well look the part i'll try the country boy ipa thank you no change.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
World War III was a pity
nuclear destruction
***** and Gomorrah
Babylon the last city
World war; IV, V,VI
skirmishes nitty-gritty
Reduced to rubble,
Land no longer pretty
Boulders and granite
Fire and ash trash
An Unrecognizable planet
Walk on mounds of broken glass
Each day, a little less men strive
Those who managed to survive
Irreversible travesty’s against God
Chanted by men to Stay alive.
Souls Reduced to Unspeakable things
To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems
Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism
The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings
What length would you go for your kids?
Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs
Carnal nature, tender young flesh
Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess
living off the flesh of
The belly of the beast
“Stab it with your stealing knife
But you just can’t **** the beast”
Mouth waters, a banquet feast
Life on the outside filled with decay
Losers never win they just fade away
False promised prayers nothing to say
One more gory battle fire the last mortar
War Ends with One World Order
Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect
Government laws suspect,
Man fights to the end to defend
Freedom life liberty protect
BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge
March 13, 2025 CURFEW
Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out
The Phrase
“Never send to know for whom
The bell tolls; it for Thee”
Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17
and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience
Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel “For whom the bell tolls”
The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of
Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away
Inspired song
Hotel California by the Eagles
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
Bow down, there's the king
Looking for a worthy queen
Tell me I'm the one
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
BLT you challenged me
You made me rhyme deliberately
When through the years my poetry
Was written quite spasmodically
A year apart or every day
It didn't matter either way.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 6:47 AM UTC
Lisa and I wrap and rap for Christmas.
Can you imagine the two of us doing that?
We’ve got Christmas playlists going
Christmas scented candles glowing,
a tinctured but milky hot-chocolate flowing.
“Stir the marshmallows with the candy canes,”
Lisa says, like that’s something she had to explain.
We’re humming, singing and laughing,
and dancing because we’re happy.
We’re dashing to finish our wrapping,
we can’t have our suitemates catching
us executing the plans we’re hatching
to surprise them with gifts, enchanting.
The paper’s exotic, delicate and glittery
bought at Boyars Gifts, in New York City.
Why do the scissors keep getting lost?
Getting low on scotch-tape - we’ve used a lot.
We’ll be putting them, sneakily, under the tree
where they’ll add glamor and tease to our festivities.
I love the lights of the season - I love giving gifts.
For me, playing Santa is as good as it gets.
.
.
(BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: tinctured: mixed with alcohol)
Dec 7, 2023
Dec 7, 2023 at 4:15 PM UTC
Close
Your
Eyes
Imagine
This is your
First experience
Of Our Easter
Traditions
First
Time
Tasting
Turkey
With all
The fixing
Stuffing
Whipped Mash Potato
Green Bean Casserole
Taste buds wet yet
Smell the
Decadent
Aroma
Candied Yams
Cranberry Sauce Sauce
Hot Dinner Rolls
Pumpkin Pie
Whipped
Cream
All made
From Scratch
Two cultures
Converged
Enjoy
A
Family
Of Ten
Is A
Massive
Feast
To
Unfold
I’m told
Quite
Natural
For Me
You see
First
Hold hands
And Pray
Thank God
In what
You
Do and Say
Etiquette
Emily Post
At her best
No uncouth
Banter
Rather A
Splendid
Repartee
Use
the proper
utensil
Sit up
Straight
Posture
Is a
Big
Deal
Don’t
Be
Late
Napkin
In your
Lap
Manners
Pass the
Peas
Please
Thank you
You’re
Welcome
Life
Lessons
Start
At the
Table
Visitors
Apropos
If you’re
Able
Collaborate
Life
Is
Great
Inspired song;
We are family
By Sister Sledge official video 1979
BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
4-18-25 Collaborate
To work with a person or a group in order to do or achieve something
4-17-25 Uncouth
Uncouth describes things, such as language or behavior that are in polite or socially unacceptable. A person acting in a rude way.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 4:46 AM UTC
Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
Each day a new word is given
BLT has issued this challenge
Use Webster’s Word of the Day
in your poem
After you post your poem
let BLT know
In the notes of your poem indicate
The word of the day Challenge
The word and definition
I try to put the date of the word,
but sometimes I forget
Then notify BLT
He will read the poem to
make sure it meets the HP standards
Then he will post it to his site
Then BLT notify you that he did so
This way your poem
gets additional exposure
You can see by the haphazard way
I laid out the instructions
These are not strict guidelines
This should be FUN
I find it a challenge at times,
To use the word on the exact day
Yet, curiously many times
I can incorporate a word
into my current poetry
that I would not have used before.
It’s challenging and fun when it’s done
It’s a game that has opened
up a brand new door daily.
Putting my braggadocio aside
Personally There are times when I have felt I have an inadequate vocabulary
This challenge is a self confidence booster
Also a way to improve your language
and add a new word to your lexicon.
A heart felt . Thank You
To BLT For creating this game
It’s truly been a challenge and adventure
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
Time to have some fun
12 years of school now done
Snooze you lose, time choose
Workforce calls each must decide
Slave to job paycheck career
Tanka
A form of Haiku
Differs in structure
31 syllables
Five lines
Syllable count
5-7-5-7-7
BLT Websters word of the day challenge
May 26 2025
Commemorate
Something such as a plaque, statue, or parade is said to commemorate an event, person, etc.
When it serves as a memorial; it exist or is done in order to recall the event or person. A person or group commemorate an event, person by doing something special in order to remember and honor the event or person.
Footnotes
Graduation ceremonies commemorate the moment when child becomes an adult. Two show they had graduated by the school standards. It should represent a competency to college and job placement and training. If college is an ecological step, your diploma is your ticket. To get into college. Representing 12 years of knowledge.
(Ok perhaps I’m jaded)
Welcome to the rat race
I would not want to be young today
Nobody wants to work
They want everything for free
Moral values are gone
After 12 years of school,
what skills do they have
United States have children
who graduate
without knowing how to read
As a nation
Our test scores are shameful
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
Yesterday
while walking my dog
At the park
I saw a tall drink of water
A Winsome man who put us at ease
He’s saying his music to the air in trees
A genuine cowboy
From head to toe,
A cowboy hat, boots,Wrangler jeans
a rodeo belt buckle
Gave me a chuckle he sat
in a chair under a yonder, shade tree,
I saw him before he saw me
I mention if he sat there long enough,
He just might see
Eagles, hawks and a vultures or two
His slow reply
“ all I’ve seen so far
is a dog I once knew”
Lean back in his chair,
relaxing there contemplating
the morning view 7:42 am
By the time we finish our walk,
he was gone his melody, his song
still linger from the tips of his fingers
Today, sitting on a picnic table
The cowboy young and able
guitar in hand singing his music, he took a stand
(sundown by Gordon Lightfoot 1974)
“Strumming my face with his fingers
Singing in my whole life with this song”
like he was part of a country band
The minute we got out of the car he stopped,
Pulled his guitar down
I smiled when I spoke half in a joke
I had hoped for a serenader or two
He looked up
Tipped his hat with a gleam in his eye
You were were you
as we walked by
Halfway down the trail,
I can hear him
strumming his guitar had much to say
Not singing just playing away
The soothing country, music,
gracefully in the air
birds, squirrels, deer
Far and near
animals big and small everywhere paused
Ears went up twitching animals in awe
for a moment
to take in the one man band
As more people arrived for their daily walkabout
Simply honest, not to deceive
The cowboy quietly got up to leave
A Solitary man
Inspired song
1)Solitary man (April 1966)
By Neil Diamond
2)Killing me softly 1973
By Roberta Flack
BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
Winsome 8-8-25
Windsome describes people and things that are cheerful, pleasant, and appealing
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 11:50 PM UTC
This is not a poem, however, it is an invitation to everyone. Many years ago in a galaxy far away. No, that's not it. lol. Blt and I came up with the idea to write poetry from the viewpoint of a historical figure or a fictional character's viewpoint. I wrote one from Humpty Dumpty's point of view. Jesse James and Bill had some great ones too. The ideas are endless. Anyone is welcome. Join the fun.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132874/lost-poetry-from-history-challenge/
Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC
well may you say isn't
that word a high-falutin one
only those of a bombastic nature
would give it a grandiose run
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 7:43 PM UTC
She spoke in tones of innocence,
The heart makes you defenseless,
Her anodyne smile,
Could stick around awhile,
As we bask in our reticence
She spoke in a soft tongue so foreign,
A place I could not determine origin,
Her words, they killed my pain,
Driven from madness to sane,
Listening to her covert chorus
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC
Has the Lord
ever created a scent
aside from stimulating perfumes
that change our brain chemistry
The glorious odor which permeates
your senses in ways that
make you salivate at just
a small hint of this divine food
Oh you pork belly of wonder
you thick cut slice of tenderness
you pair well with any meal
or all by your lonesome
The overwhelming sound of
you in any
skillet, grill or microwave
can wake me from a dead sleep
You are the leader of the BLT
Even your Canadian roots are exquisite
From north to south and smothered
in maple syrup... I love you
You call your people without words
one concentrated whiff of you
in the atmosphere
fosters memories of all things good.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
Brace yourself for a juggernaut, for I’ve a tale to tell.
I’m not out to bamboozle you, for that might send me to Hell.
I’d love for someone to collaborate on this lugubrious tome,
But I’d need to check your bonafides to let you in my pome.
I must admonish all readers to jettison schadenfreude
And accept my obsequious garble as a meaningful factoid
I’m careering about in my Websters, like a disheveled maniac
But I am fastidious in my yen to to give something useful back.
You may think my view is myopic, as I meander to and fro,
But my outlook is homogenous, as you already know.
This write may be intemperate, but I’m not a reprobate,
It’s actually a billet doux that’s a day or two too late.
The love of words is in my soul and swimming in my mind.
I kept a log of every challenge word that I could find
I tried to use them in a way that didn’t change their meaning
Even though that goes against the humor in my leaning.
I owe a lot to BLT for setting up this game we play
And hope I’ve written up enough to get me through this day
ljm
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 6:04 PM UTC
Have you
ever been
in a
convalescent
home?
Hugged an
old person
all alone
There’s that
musty smell.
Hell
It’s
every where
Even in
Their hair
.
Yet nobody
else notices.
Should I
tell Grandma
it’s there?
I’m not
Suggesting
Snarky
Comments
Rather
A
Graceful
Hew
Of
Compassion
I
Could
Never
Pretend
I don’t care
I certainly
would want
to know
If I’m
giving off
A pig pen
Glow
A Horrific
Odor
As I get older
A
Bad smell
I can’t tell
Do others
ignore it
From me?
Is it
dead skin
in their
clothes
that makes
me
want to
hold my
nose?
Nobody knows
for sure
If they did,
there would
be a cure
For now,
Lots of
Quality
Expensive
Perfume cologne
A multitude
The old
Condone
As
Grandfather
would say
“pull
my finger
The odor
will linger”
I will always
remember
that smile
on his face
He was
An old
Chester Cat
Top hat
Grin
He
Used up
all nine
lives
Just
Like that
A
Mischievous
Smile
The bright Side
when
I pulled
his finger,
That
Incredible
smile
Also
lingered
Inspired song;
That Smell 1977
By Lynyrd Skynyrd
BLT webster’s word of the day challenge
4-3-25 SNARK
Is a formal word that refers to attitude or expression of mocking irrelevant, and sarcasm
4-4-25 HEW
Is commonly used with to, to mean “ to conform or adhere to something”. Hew on his own, has several meanings having to do with cutting or shaping with a sharp tool, such as an ax.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC
(BLT challenge: song titles from one singer)
This is the story of THE STRANGEST ROMANCE I ever encountered.
It didn’t involve me because I was then TOO YOUNG TO GO STEADY. I hadn’t even purchased my FIRST FORMAL GOWN yet. MOST PEOPLE GET MARRIED, under the ALLEGHENY MOON in this part of the country, but this couple said no to that. I kept telling them to GO ON WITH THE WEDDING, but they insisted it would be ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE. I then suggested OLD CAPE COD, but they said THE WALL has ears, and if anyone found out they were eloping, it would be GOODBYE CHARLIE. I told them to TRUST IN ME and I wasn’t FIBBIN’ when I said it. They said: REPEAT AFTER ME: “I’LL REMEMBER TODAY and keep your secret. I swear this on a CROSS OF GOLD”
Swearing on a gold cross made my heart go PIDDLY PATTER PATTER and I now felt like WITH MY EYES WIDE OPEN I’M DREAMING. They told me to HUSH, HUSH SWEET CHARLOTTE, and to GO ON HOME.
I had my Walk-man on, so I trudged home with THE SOUND OF MUSIC in my ears, but the walk seemed like TWO THOUSAND, TWO HUNDRED, TWENTY THREE MILES, and as I thought about their rejection of me, I WISH I’D NEVER BEEN BORN. Being brushed aside like that left me with A BROKEN HEART AND A PILLOW FILLED WITH TEARS.
EVERY TIME I think about that day, I want to throw MAMA FROM THE TRAIN for not letting me even go to their wedding when it finally happened. I had kept their secret and told no one. I’m proud of me.
ljm
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 5:50 PM UTC
Alea iacta est
Nonsensical deconstruction of the sublime
by the Lowest common denominations
Fatuous misrepresentations of diluted empricism
in the mangle of adious incapables
The mass strangulated death of reasoning
luxuriating in copious vacuities
Hail the Power of bacon as it is to Pigs
sizzling fried Imperialism
BLT sandwiches for all the pyschopaths
throw in
a round of chips
Nov 21, 2023
Nov 21, 2023 at 7:02 PM UTC
Tabula Rosa
Soldiers without emotion
Imperturbable
Armed forces demands extreme
Patriots The Proud The Few
Inspired Songs
1). 19 ( the final story) 1985
By Paul Hardcastle
2) Fortunate Son 1969
By Creedence Clearwater Revival
Footnotes
Tanka Haiku
5 lines
31 numbered syllables
BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
3-10-25
IMPERTURBABLE
Describes someone or something marked by extreme calm; such a person or thing is very hard to disturb or upset
Tabula Rosa
an absence of perceived ideas or predetermined goals, a clean slate
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 12:36 AM UTC
Oh my. I made a booboo. I said in my interview that I had played Bardo's word game in the past. Well it was actually BLT's word game, and I hadn't played it recently so I had a senior moment and credited it to Bardo, another HP friend, who hastened to tell me of my error.
I apologize to BLT and hope he'll forgive me, both for denying him his credit due and also for not keeping on playing the word game.
If you've never joined the fun, google Merriam Webster's word of the day and use it in a write. If you do, let BLT know, as he keeps a log.
If you need an example, look at things written by Anais Vionet. She is a master at it. Again....apologies to my dear friend BLT.
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 8:31 AM UTC