***Le Minuit Avec Vous***
The Midnight With You
To have a sensual repast with thee,
Upon a midnight, beneath our beloved
Oakwood tree!
Whenst the world, not a sound doth make.
Just lovers lips heard, smacking of
heavenly, baked earthen cakes.
Goblets, golden with jewels that doth
laugh and twinkle
This midnight repast we, sipping wine
so deliciously, swirl with our tongues.
Finding our bodies tingle.
We, the Romeo and Juliet of our day,
Unashamed to celebrate our lives in our
own private, hot foray.
Only celestial guests join us, the heavenly
moon and we...verily faint at the beauty of
our guests, the constellations.
Kissing unabashedly, in front of these guests.
Which human would have any reservations?
This very silent, intimate space on God's
firmament actually took place.
At midnight be, 'twas the blessed you and me,
Under the eyes of God and His most loving face!
July 10, 2020
6:30pm PST
Categories:
avec, desire, food, god, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
6 CHICKEN THIGHS
1 RABBIT ( IN PEICES)
3 tABLESPOONS OF CAYENE PEPPER
5 tABLESPPONS OF ROSEMARY
3 tABLESPOONS OF tHYME
5 TABLESPOONS OF MINCED GARLIC
3 CUPS OF SLICED MUSHROOMS
1 CUP OF YELLOW BELL PEPPER
1 CUP OF CHOPPED HAM
1 CUP OF MINCED ONION
1 CUP OF DICED CELERY
1 DICED CARROTS ( STEAMED)
1 CUP OF SOUR CREAM
3 CUPS OF CHICKEN STOCK
2 CUPS OF VERMOUTH
1/2 CUP BROWN ROUX ( 1/2 FLOUR & 1/2 CUP OF OLIVE OIL)
4 CUPS OF PEELED AND SLICED POTATOES
IN TWO PANS WARM OLIVE OIL, SALT AND PEPPER RABBIT AND CHICKEN
ADD CHIKEN (SKIN SIDE DOWN) AND RABBIT, BROWN EACH SIDE IN OLIVE OIL. REMOVE FROM HEAT.
IN THE SECOND PAN ADD OLIVE OIL, ADD POTATOES COOK POTATOES UNTIL SOFTENED, ADDMUSHROOMS, ONIONS AND GARLIC CELERY AND CARROTS CHICKEN STOCK , WHEN THE STOCK BEGANS TO BOIL, REMOVE FROM THE HEAT.
BACK IN THE FIRST PAN, ADD HAM AND ROUX, WHEN ROUX HAS WARMED ADD VERMOUTH, ADD CHICKEN AND RABBIT BACK TO THE PAN, AND REMOVE FROM THE HEAT. ADD SOURCREAM TO THE POTATOES
IN A LARGE BAKING PAN ADD POTATOES TOP WITH SEASONING, AND COVER THE THEM WITH RABBIT AND CHICKEN AND GRAVY.
COOK FOR 1 HOUR AT 350 DEGREES. COVERED WITH FOIL.
Categories:
avec, food, french, music, mythology,
Form: Ballad
Avec Amour
softly seasons change
melting into one another
winter to spring
Sping to summer.
but fall strides
in seven league
ice boots, hugging
trees so tight
they blush crimson
drop their tarted leaves
like brilliant skirts
around their ancient ankles
then sleep sated
through the winter.
Categories:
avec, autumn,
Form: Free verse
A waiting doll
in your waiting corner
where you left me to love me later.
Your jointed, painted playmate
stilled,
eyes wide and thrilled
where you left for solace someday.
I am timepiece.
mantel placed with Christmas lace?
I am mark the date
your ticking tock tock knock
three chime movement, seconds flat
chiseling out time to spend
Am i your singing cherub child?
Red faced ruddy,
trilling and wild
Am i your avec la voix des fleurs?
a note that waits here on all fours
patient to be heard
to sing in lazy ear someday?
waiting willing wanton woman
serving sarcasm
and delivering indifference
to the audience that's left behind
two cents to the dollar now
and the floors electric with the sales
of mighty stocks and mighty bales
and two cooper, two
is what i gave you.
for the love of a girl
in disgrace of her moral path
shall you advance her
or will she be placed below.
two pennys two.
between her and i.
avec la voix
avec,
la voix.
sahn shannon april alice 11/24/2014
sahn 11/24/2014
Categories:
avec, absence, beauty, loneliness, lost,
Form: Free verse
mince kebab with fluffy rice
aubergine puree
saffron marinade chicken
baked celeriac
buttery galette
a Chile
Red!
Categories:
avec, food
Form: Epulaeryu
Carols sang
by accordions and violas
glaze tete-a-tetes
with saccharine vim.
The winsome diction
in the oui’s and moi’s
makes local tongues
more suave to hear.
Above, the stars
waltz with charm-
luring hearts
to sigh in awe;
from croissant, the moon,
assume a sphere
while fireworks circle
around her brim.
The classic aura
of cobblestone streets
become avant-garde
with stiletto heels;
faded hints
of wine and champagne
perfume the air
and wash the paves.
Ah, the façade of laughter –
sans the tears!
The bonjours, the ça va,
the merci and the kiss…
so much to love,
what is to be loathed
in this very city
where you proposed?
Categories:
avec, love, nostalgia, urban,
Form: Free verse