This week let’s write a cooked poem. Food is very inspiring and everybody eats so post your well done dish in the comments below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Cooked
This week let’s write a cooked poem. Food is very inspiring and everybody eats so post your well done dish in the comments below.
Living Poetry 
FYI – I found a call for submission for cooking poems:
Gnashing Teeth Publishing is now accepting submissions of poetry and flash fiction for our upcoming anthology “Heat the Grease, We’re Frying Up Some Poetry.” The anthology is centered around the theme of cooking, either the act of cooking, watching someone cook, eating or preparing food, and observing holiday traditions centered around food. Any poetry or flash fiction which is tangentially about this theme may be considered at the discretion of the editor. This anthology is expected to be released in Fall 2019. Submissions will remain open until July 31, 2019. No fee to submit. Authors receive one copy as payment.
Please visit our website at http://www.GnashingTeethPublishing.com/submit for more information
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Posted by JeanMarie | June 10, 2019, 3:44 PMThanks for letting us know. Good luck, everybody!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 10, 2019, 7:40 PMBratwurst is For Adults
I have this assurance
it’s a fact
from my father
We learned it at the fair
in New Braunfels Texas
All the lovely smells
at the Wurst Fest
And I sat at the table
with souse
Souse.
You know what souse is?
Jello with vegetables and real hog juices
I didn’t think so
It’s kinda like C-loaf in the South
Daddy had a much better looking plate
as he had bratwurst
It smelled delicious
I looked at my gelled pigs juices
and sighed
I ate it
Never again
I would just wait to adult
and have bratwurst
brats, really
because they are my favorite of sausages
Believe me
it’s true
And just so you know
my kid has never had souse
that’s how I roll
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 25, 2019, 7:30 PMDisgusting! Love it.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 25, 2019, 7:35 PMhaha thanks
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 25, 2019, 7:42 PMHe has no spoon but a painted spatula
He stirs no food nor dances the hula
He’s a poet not a cooker
He’s quite the looker
A standout in the poetic nebula
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Posted by JeanMarie | March 25, 2019, 4:54 PMI’ve been doing it all wrong…gotta work on my looker abilities! 😀
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 25, 2019, 6:34 PMNice one. You could almost make that a limerick.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 25, 2019, 6:43 PM