Friday, January 31, 2014
Haiku Friday: Dessert!
Cold weather is dessert weather. Many people don't realize this, but food doesn't just taste good, it serves as a "fuel" for your body, which burns it up and converts into heat. Or something like that. Anyways, studies (my studies) have shown that people who get enough dessert stay much warmer in weather like this.
So... let's haiku about desserts!
Here is mine:
One-Two-Three Jello
Petrochemical banquet
I still love you best.
Now it is your turn! Use the 5//7/5 syllable formula, and have some fun with this!
Comments:
BREAD PUDDING
Scraps of bread nothings,
Beaten eggs convocation with
Brown sugar,cinnamon
To elevate our
Mother to Heroine
Status. We ate it with cream
Burnt our tongues with bliss.
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Rhubarb gift crimson tipped
Celery from neighbors,made
Souffle custard pie.
No one created
Heaven golden crusted like
This mother. Love art.
Celery from neighbors,made
Souffle custard pie.
No one created
Heaven golden crusted like
This mother. Love art.
After "petrochemical banquet", there is nowhere to go but down:
In my best e.e. cummings:
chocolate ice cream,
walnuts, whipped cream, caramel,
velvet sugar dreams
In my best e.e. cummings:
chocolate ice cream,
walnuts, whipped cream, caramel,
velvet sugar dreams
BREAD PUDDING
Scraps of bread nothings,
Beaten eggs convocation with
Brown sugar,cinnamon
To elevate our
Mother to Heroine
Status. We ate it with cream
Burnt our tongues with bliss.
Cookies. More cookies.
Warm, melty chocolate chips.
Mmmm...Me love cookies!
Perfect for breakfast.
Dessert starts morning off right.
Cake? Cookies? All good.
Remember those days?
Me with coffee and cookies?
Bad model for kids!
Warm, melty chocolate chips.
Mmmm...Me love cookies!
Perfect for breakfast.
Dessert starts morning off right.
Cake? Cookies? All good.
Remember those days?
Me with coffee and cookies?
Bad model for kids!
# posted by 
: 3:11 PM
: 3:11 PM
Crumbs of Biscotti
Clung to his fingertip,til
Almond went to my lips.
It rained blossoms all
Morning and in our bath while
We tasted sweetness.
Clung to his fingertip,til
Almond went to my lips.
It rained blossoms all
Morning and in our bath while
We tasted sweetness.
# posted by : 12:39 AM
: 12:39 AM
It was a large wood
Bowl...pyramid of strawberries,
Bursting ripe ,sitting
On a lace tablecloth
Pioneer Square.In front sat
It's sister small bowls.
One held sour cream,the
Other brown sugar,all fingers,
We dipped,fed each other.
Bowl...pyramid of strawberries,
Bursting ripe ,sitting
On a lace tablecloth
Pioneer Square.In front sat
It's sister small bowls.
One held sour cream,the
Other brown sugar,all fingers,
We dipped,fed each other.
# posted by : 11:00 AM
: 11:00 AM
I am the sovereign
Of my form,Gelato,You
Shall not claim my will.
I can recline here
You clutched to my bosom on
Soft settee,silver
Spoon poised above tub.
Goal: to be sylph,wood nymph,live
On air. Fool! Surrender.
Of my form,Gelato,You
Shall not claim my will.
I can recline here
You clutched to my bosom on
Soft settee,silver
Spoon poised above tub.
Goal: to be sylph,wood nymph,live
On air. Fool! Surrender.
# posted by : 11:27 AM
: 11:27 AM
Listen Osler--Geoff might not such 100% of the time. Might.
Geoff invited me
Back to his place for coffee
Strawberry short cake.
Returned bearing can
Of Reddi-Wip ,no cake. Naked.
Chased.Caught.I'm dessert!
Geoff invited me
Back to his place for coffee
Strawberry short cake.
Returned bearing can
Of Reddi-Wip ,no cake. Naked.
Chased.Caught.I'm dessert!
# posted by : 11:28 PM
: 11:28 PM
Burnt sugar corners
Center the silk of flan,lips--
Like hummingbirds,our
teeth meet gainst glass pane,
We break into each other
My Sweet,Creme Brulee
Center the silk of flan,lips--
Like hummingbirds,our
teeth meet gainst glass pane,
We break into each other
My Sweet,Creme Brulee
# posted by : 11:13 PM
: 11:13 PM
It is righteous,this
tart apple kindness you put
Before me like proof
There is a God and
He likes simple or is it?
Apple cinnamon
Flowing into a
Duvet with flakes like feathers
Cushioning fall love.
tart apple kindness you put
Before me like proof
There is a God and
He likes simple or is it?
Apple cinnamon
Flowing into a
Duvet with flakes like feathers
Cushioning fall love.
# posted by : 11:44 PM
: 11:44 PM
Have a piece of my deflated football cake,querido mio. Your eyes say yes yes,but your mouth says no no.
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