Best All Purpose Poems
Chewy chocolate chip bars
finger licking good
soft butter sugars oats stir
fold in flour mixture
add chips and walnuts
spoon spread and
bake !
Just In Time For Back To School LOL
Chocolate Chip-Oatmeal-Walnut Bars
Whole wheat flour and oatmeal add whole-grain goodness to chewy chocolate chip bars.
1 cup butter, softened
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 eggs
1 1/4 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
Dash salt
1 (12-oz.) pkg. chocolate chips
1 1/2 cups chopped walnuts, toasted*
1. Heat oven to 375°F. Beat butter in large bowl at medium speed until soft and smooth. Beat in brown sugar, sugar and vanilla. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition.
2. Combine oats, whole wheat flour, all-purpose flour, baking soda and salt in medium bowl.
3. Slowly add flour mixture to butter mixture, beating until well-blended. Stir in chocolate chips and walnuts. Spoon and spread dough in ungreased 15x10x1-inch pan.
4. Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown; cool on wire rack.
TIP *To toast nuts, place on baking sheet; bake at 375°F. for 4 to 6 minutes or until pale brown and fragrant. Cool.
32 bars
Two men went to spy Jericho
Before Israel conquered it;
They lodged in Rahab's house,
She hid them on her roof.
Their only means of escape -
A line of rope that led them down the wall
To safety.
They embraced that line of rope red,
They embraced life.
Rahab, a not-so-honourable woman of Jericho,
Feared the God of Israel;
She hid those spies,
She saved their lives
By giving them that escape rope -
Their lifeline.
When she wanted to save herself and her family,
They gave her the same rope
Of safety.
She embraced that line of scarlet thread,
She embraced life.
From my childhood, I've read such stories,
True stories of faith and life.
When I wanted solutions to my problems,
I got the same lifeline
For safety.
And when I embraced these lines I read,
I embraced life.
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8.7.16
{Rahab got her name etched in history (Matthew 1:5) by this act of faith. She is one of the four women mentioned, in whose line Lord Jesus Christ took birth}
{Her story is found in the book of Joshua 2 and Hebrews 11: 30,31}
Mother was a genius when it came to recyclin' flowery flour sacks,
Durin' The Great Depression to provide duds for her family's backs!
With her trusty pedal Singer Sewin' Machine she turned out a horde,
Of decent apparel that we could ill afford from Montgomery-Ward!
In gym class I could usually find a locker behind which to cower,
So as not to reveal my drawers toutin' 'Gold Medal Self-Risin' Flour'!
The shirts she made sported gaudy prints of petunias and roses,
And various critters such as unicorns and monkeys in silly poses!
Sacks made fancy bloomers for sister that advertised 'Baker's Delight',
Plus tawdry dresses, blouses and skirts, but with her that was alright!
'Pillsbury's All-Purpose Flour' graced the back of shirts worn by Dad!
Others were more subdued when Mom found a sack of simple plaid!
I reckon city folks thought we country folk looked kinda weird and funny,
Paradin' around in altered flour sacks, but there wasn't very much money,
Left for fancy things after Pa bought shoes and put grub on the table!
But, with a wink and spare change, he treated us to ice cream when able!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Judy Konos' "Whatever Happened To Flour Sacks" Contest
In a ravaging mind
devoid of plain vision,
all purpose of motion
gets abandoned on hold
once losing that stable
clarity of judgment,
still paying off judgments
with tortures taxing mind;
gusts fill tissues stable
regardless of vision
to load each vessel hold
using sanguine motion.
I present my motion
to lungs before judgment,
proving walls never hold
since logic doesn’t mind
the destructive vision
in cosmic clues stable,
this teeming soul stable
directing with motion
doppelganger visions
sequestered for judgment
once prevalent in mind
with each mortal I hold.
Such trajectories hold
orbits rendered stable,
illusions of the mind
fooling sense of motion
despite viral judgment
from idols with vision
provoking this vision
enthralled in steady hold
until the Last Judgment
pulls apart my stable,
a tremolo motion
tearing the public mind.
Such judgments of vision
shall mind my living hold
stable in fierce motion.
The cloak closet was fairly clean
A brief dust would do it
Then pouring rain set in two days
Leaving white walls unfit
Now the closet isn't sparkling clean
From those down stream's dribbles
On the clean outside all looks well
Inside black ink scribbles
A hard untidy job ahead
Removing the contents
A stinky, stressful employment
Arduousness presents
All purpose cleaner in strong hands
Spray, scrub to beat the band
Unsuccessful accomplishment
Step back, look, the job scanned
Momma said soap and water cleaned
Anything but the soul
But when cleaning problem items
Doubt settles, loose control
Then within my spirit a voice
Bubbles a joyful toll
Just say a prayer for cleansing
And He will make one whole
Finis'
Has the age of individualism
So brandished, exaggerated, and barren
Run around of all purpose to cherish?
From all separatist stupidity
And bereft stitches of wild cruelty
Have we lost ourselves in blight?
The pursuit of wealth and mobility
Endless highways catching manic flight
The turbulence of ball blasted might
All the while dangling in the fire of the sun
Forgetting the soil the couches each lung
And each being carried by all others
It must be fundamental
orienting perspective in the light of hours
The bond of community nourishing all flowers
Oh my love
ever dear to all my existence
I can never look away ,
from the man you’ve always been from the start
even when times may change on us from time to time I will love
and lose those who have always been a part of my life
in so many ways ;
You keep me a stronger woman
in every single way I’ve seen you in the
days long since past ah but even prayers go sometimes
unanswered even in the dreams which have been worth nothing more than pain .
even your name
means to me death ah but please spare
me the pain which has lost all purpose in this life ,
I will never look away from the
night’s mysterious aura which is
now shrouded in darkness more so than another time
gone long ago ;
I will go on wishing to someday
make that difference which no one else ever could
in all those times melding into me so long ago in his
caring arms smoothed over in love so
astonishingly beautiful in every way it truly is
to me now .
Forget for one moment time and space
Let go of destination and place
Forget what lies within and everything that surrounds you
Empty your mind of bias and let fact and truth shine through
View your life as a series of actions and events
Let go of all purpose and consequence
View your reflection as if you’d never seen that face before
As if you could only assume what that stranger is striving for
From the outside looking in could you determine where stagnation ends and ambition might begin?
Could you see solutions to conflicts come and gone, the difference between right and wrong?
Line up all the events of that life and gaze upon them for what they are
Collect the ones that are good and pure; mend all that might scar
Edit this life as you see fit, if you have the power to heal the wounds than why not do it?
Now let yourself once again claim the eyes staring back at you
Let passion and desire shine through
Armed with the knowledge of a foreign observer could you decipher all the lessons learned?
Could you use the past to better prepare yourself for all the pages left unturned?
Ask yourself is that the life you want to see?
Is that the person you want to be?
Throughout life we succeed and we fail, sometimes we try our hardest to no avail
But we must keep trying, even if there is no one waiting to recite our glorious tale
Push yourself every day to accomplish more than the day before, to redefine the word far
Appreciate the rewards and cherish the struggles, for it’s in the attempt that we find out who we really are
No matter how far we travel into the universe
No matter how many worlds we conquer
Or marvelous civilizations we encounter
No matter how many creatures we dissect
How far into the past we probe
No matter how many words we write, or read
There is always one step further; one more word to pen
One more iota of information to uncover.
Our storehouses of knowledge
Do not help us survive
Though we hope they will;
For we must believe we will continue.
It all depends upon
One more grain of knowledge
A puzzle with the answer we all desire
Then will we be forever.
Not as a race entire,
Not through works of art
Not from words of wisdom,
Conquest or slaughter,
But the egoistic Self,
The person, the arrogant mind;
What matters if there is or is not a god?
The query is merely: Will I be forever.
That there is life beyond life
Is the dream, the hope,
Of blind misbegotten certainty.
Are we not like a drop of water
That quenched a thirst for knowledge
Then evaporated, but still exists?
Please do not suppose "We are not."
When no more doubt remains
Then shall humanity crumple
And fade from the universe
No longer possessed
Of the undivine quest
No longer needing to persist in this land
When another, we insist, so surely waits.
For now, the starships search outer realms
The pen transcribes the mind
While seldom do we stop to reflect how
If ever the destination is at hand
We will have lost all purpose.
c1973
An earnest poem from my youth, tossed in a file box and stored away lo these many decades.
A Three Cent Poem (And A Table)
This table is as cluttered as I
As it struggles to stand on it’s legs
The fast food bag smells of rotten eggs
There’s half full fountain drinks from work
And a receipt from a grocery store clerk
Telling me to take a survey for a chance to win cash
It now sits under an empty Fat Tire full of cigarette ash
The penciled sheet of paper with a three cent poem on it sobs
Underneath bitten pay stubs from familiar restaurant jobs
There’s two cereal bowls who tell me they want a bath
And a bottle of all purpose cleaner to clear the path
But what’s the point of clearing all the weight off the table,
If it will just build up again when I feel unstable?
Life is meant to question why
Say, where would I find God?
In every sense I do seek God,
For all purpose a God He'll be
But He will be more like me.
He will endure the life I live,
He'll struggle and He'll strive,
Thru the dark days and sunshine
He'll be more human than divine.
Then He can lend me a hand,
By my side, firm He'll stand,
He'll jump with joy when I win,
And turn a blind eye when I sin.
Then everything will be fine with me,
If I can just touch Him, hear and see,
To whom I can simply say,
Stand by me, Lord, to thee I pray.
Right next to me will then be my heaven,
My true confession, my instant salvation...
Alas, it's just a whim, a wistful thinking,
God remain defiantly taciturn, forever hiding!
1 3/4 cups = all purpose flour
1 tsp = baking powder
1 tsp = baking soda
1 tsp = salt (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = ground cinnamon (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = ginger (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = nutmeg (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp= allspice (opt - to taste)
WET
3/4 cup - to - 1 cup - granulated sugar (i used 3/4 cup + 1/8 cup)
1/4 cup = unsalted butter, room temperature (i used 4 Tbsp)
1/4 cup = Canola oil or any
2 Tbsp = yogurt plain
2 eggs = large
3 bananas = Very ripe, mashed (about 1 1/2 cups)
1 tsp = vanilla
1/2 tsp = banana extract (opt - just wanted to try it)
1/2 tsp = molasses
Lyricvixen"s Banana Vanilla Wafers Topping
One - banana ripe (mashed)
12 to 16 - Vanilla Wafers (Crushed)
1/2 tsp- ish - molasses (opt)
small bowl & fork
(1) add - one mash banana
(2) sprinkle in Crushed Vanilla Wafers
(3) stir in - 1/2 tsp of molasses
how to use the Topping
use 1/2 tsp to 1 tsp = of Topping
on raw batter
and now bake
put in _ Cupcake liners
Bake at 370° F. 20 to 23 minutes
makes 24 cupcakes
I like them warm
(OR - 12 to 18 seconds microwave to the "defrost")
this was the basic of my recipe -
https://preppykitchen.com/banana-bread/
by John K. 2 years ago humor • hunger • comfort-food • single-girls • valentine-day
Form:
If you want to build a deck,
do it yourself
all you need is...
25---2"x 16"x 16" red stepping stones
15---Bags of all purpose sand
1----tamper
a level
some standard bricks 40 to add to the decor
one round point shovel, dig it...
a garden and a leaf-rake
one outdoor push broom
do this all yourself
now you've got my list
to build your own ten-foot by ten-foot deck
7/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
since becoming housed here since this year
july first two thousand and seventeen,
tubby more precise where
with thee missus, amidst bucolic environs,
(one could don underwear
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
trees abundant with leaves of grass spare
zip cone: one nine four seven three,
this resident doth not find *****
disproportionate amount of time,
he spends never to overhear
the mostly soundproof walls
inside apartment b44 assigned midyear,
one bedroom living social space
gives ample opportunity to assess linear
ratcheting asper elderly folks inch along
chronological space/time continuum
fragile as jasperware
many experience diminution
of vital sensory organs, and oft time cannot hear
even without television blasting away,
no doubt harboring anticipatory anxiey sans,
grim reaper's unannounced visit they fear
their non verbal body language
(when aye espy and stride-rite past,
an old lady or man riding shot gun
securely strapped in wheel chair,
shuffling back where buffalo used to roam,
or trudging to common all purpose gathering place)
speaks volumes analogous to a frightened deer
when caught blindsided
within bright lights of an automobile 'ere
unsure which way to go, and dashing out in the thick
of evening rush hour traffic,
lacking notion, the figurative coast not clear
subsequently doe ting bucks killed, where birds of prey
thence loftily circle gracefully
gliding within upper atmospheric air
page number two:
upon scrutinizing what doth appear
as a hollowed out existence induces me to de clear
to maximize utilizing each precious moment 'ere
before each major metaphorical cog and gear
frankly zaps, this dude looks like a lady,
cuz ah ma longish bedraggled hydrogen peroxide tinted hair
me haint give a rats ass
what rumor mongers relish, and behind me back jeer
Since old people lack for purposefulness tis unlike to leer
that one day (fast as snap of fingers), lack of being ambulatory t'will be near
and upon limitation in physical functionality, aye aim to app pear
motivated to partake of mental exercises just sitting on me rear.
Glimpses of the remnants…
Like brief reflections in a window:
the haunting image a revelation;
a sudden chill in your reality
Those eyes staring back are not your own.
Cold truth veiled beyond stained glass eyes:
You have journeyed over a wasteland,
all purpose now but a mirage.
By instinct you steadily crawled forth
until oblivion inevitably consumed you.
You are but the shadow that escaped.
You are only the phantom
by whom my hands are stained red.
Your whispers exist only in my dreams.
You are not real… You. Are. Not. Real…
Can I find footprints long erased
by the scorch of time?
Can the soft, deceptive moonlight
return what was stolen
from my soul’s husk?