Posts Tagged ‘BBQ’

Proud Of My Son’s Battle: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 11, 2017

From Butt Hut’s Q joynt
deep in Gawguh, yo’ daddy
Sez “Daym boy, I’m proud!”
Proud of my son -- at Athens GA Butt Hutt BBQ

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Not Complaining About This Father’s Day: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 18, 2017

Barbecue, baseball, /
deep discussions. It became/
a good Father’s Day.

Valentine’s Day With A White V-Neck: Romantic IMprov Haiku

February 12, 2016

He asked to be her/
Valentine: White t-shirt with/
red barbeque stains.

Multi-Sensory I-15 Topless Evening Drive: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

August 21, 2014

Top down, I smell
skunk,
swamp gas,
fresh-mown hay,
manure,
meatpacking plants,
PIZZA!,
peach orchards with over-ripe fruit,
pine,
diesel,
desert dust,
rain showers,
the lake,
a steakhouse,
and barbecue.
It’s a multi-sensory I-15 drive.

Barbeque Dessert: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 21, 2014

Dessert after dessert BBQHow good was the pork/
barbeque? I had it for /
dessert post desert.
or
dessert after pie.

Elvis’s Pulled Pork BarbieQue: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

April 11, 2013

Elvis Tattoo with BarbieQueTell me dear am I/
lonesome tonight? Not with some/
pulled pork barbieque!
OR
She showed her Elvis/
tattoo, then served barboeque./
Thank you very much!

A Foul Meal? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 30, 2012

Barbeque wings. Egg /
drop soup. Egg salad sandwich./
Too fowl of a meal?

I Must Be Ill: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

May 19, 2011

I like you this much:/
tonight’s barbeque, concert/
and dance have no draw.

What To Eat When We First Meet: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

October 7, 2010

Every date comes complete/
with the question of what to eat/
when we first meet.

We could go in earlier;/
check out dives near the theater./
There’s always Thai/
that we could try./
Or good BBQ,/
Or hamburgers, too!

We could hop /
to a local coffee shop,/
or even Starbucks,/
Seattles Best, or Tully’s (yuck!)

We could park it/
by the local market,/
and in their food case see/
if there’s weird salads or pitas in their deli./
And we could sit out (unless it’s cold and dark)/
and munch /
our lunch /
in the local urban park.

Or head to the nearby /
giant court of food!/
So many choices to try! /
And they’re all good!/

OR we could just/
avoid all the fuss/
you and me/
and eat each other’s /
energy.

Bad Meat Quatrain: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

July 2, 2010

When pork tastes/
ick,/
it goes to waste/
and makes me sick.