Best Aluminum Foil Poems
In The Kitchen:
Hang a pound of hickory smoked thick sliced bacon
Cover the bacon with white paper towel to prevent splatters
Pre-heat oven to 350 degree
Cover baking sheet with silver aluminum foil
Place whole-wheat yeast rolls on the baking sheet
Dot each roll with luscious creamery fresh butter
Place rolls into the pre-heated oven
Place thick bacon into microwave oven to cook for ten minutes
Beat-up four eggs incorporating air add two tablespoons milk beat some more
Take out that aggression on those eggs
Cook omelet in preheated oil covered pan
Top that omelet with some shredded cheese just a little
Call everyone to come:
Breakfast awaits
My friends come home draped in flags
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................
I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
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There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...
Fish madam?
Price Edwards a Welsh man taught me how to poach eggs fish and rabbits
The recipe for poached eggs is universal
Poached perch is.....Take fillets and cheeks saute in butter with a dash of mead
Poached trout........Wrap in aluminum foil with herbs.. throw in small fire
Poached rabbit.....Debone saute in olive oiland butter...add mushrooms and leek
Poached venison I’ve never tried
The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum foil
I desperately fan myself and look around
My eyes search for my peers and see;
The bros that survived school with me;
The others who shouldn't have;
The girls with memories already wet in their eyes;
The people I never met and will never know;
All desperately fanning themselves
In silence and in waiting.
We all are waiting for the same thing-
What's next to come.
For some it will be their names
For another a trip to boot camp
For many including myself- college
A couple can't wait to forget the tortures of high school
And a few will already be planning our high school reunion
because it was the best years of their life.
As I bow my head, not out of sadness,
but out of sheer defeat by the sun,
I scuff up my dress shoes in the clumpy grass of the field-
that just finished another infamous drawn out lacrosse season,
I'll be thinking about the 4 plus years, 8 seasons,
worth of drilling and conditioning I did in that very field and on the surrounding track,
With a flash of ivory across my sweating face
I'll be thinking about
All the nooks and crannies
that I sanctioned for the intimate meetings of my girlfriends
The times caught and not,
All the heartbreaks and rejections,
The friends made, the best friends kept, and the many lost.
The drama, stupidity, and immaturity,
Everything that was and used to be.
And, all this time spent waiting-preparing
for this one moment
You can't help but remember it all
And with one, final sweet goodby-
"NICHOLAS BELLO!"
There once was a buff metal coil
whose gal was aluminum foil.
She was his sunshine.
He sprang for the wine,
all's swell 'till they run out of oil.
Who Am I
The humble bee, it seems, is me,
(Not the drone, but the Queen)!
Unselfishly I'll serve at tea...
Or pack a deadly sting!
I also was a Judge of old...
Held court beneath a Palm.
Steadfast to God, His wisdom told;
I was a Nation's mom!
Now, acting, singing, also art,
Are, too, my healing oil;
But, Cleopatra stole the heart
Of Aluminum foil!
1.16.2017©deborah burch
Form: Quatrain
Theme: my name
1.19.2017
Answers to riddle: (for those who don't know;))
1. Deborah means bee in Hebrew
Bees serve for the good of others and provide
Sweet nourishment as well
2. Judges 4-5 in the Old Testament of the Bible
Is the story of Deborah: she was the 4th Judge of
Israel...and was called the mother of Israel (good
Read)...
3. Far too many years ago, it was popular to name
Daughters after movie stars...this one was friends
With Elizabeth Taylor and sent her husband to console
Her after her husbands death(they were all good friends)
Liz was filming "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" at the time
Of her husbands death...amazing performance.
But, Debbie Reynolds (Fisher), lost her husband
As well...to Liz Taylor!!
It's always a chore to make...and still,
when Halloween comes, I find the will.
I don't rent or buy costumes you see,
but dress myself up like I want to be.
I don't trick or treat as I am too old,
yet, I do it for the kids coming to my door so bold.
Once I stuffed an old shirt and jeans
With rags and paper and other things.
Then I pinned it to the clothing I wore,
Four arms, four legs...who could want more?
One year I wrapped myself in aluminum foil,
Just to see if some of those kids I could roil.
I wasn't exactly the Tin Man of Oz's fame,
But the neighborhood all thought me quite insane.
Having pinned stuffed animals to my shirt one time
The "stuffed shirt" routine was more than a crime.
I have been hunchbacked and straight laced just for the kids,
Some come to my door, just to see what I did.
Last year I took a soft ball and pinned it atop my shoulder,
No, it wasn't there to look like a boulder.
I put a facemask and hat on it you see,
Two heads were better than one, when the kids looked at me.
I've gone to a party wearing shorts 'neath my overcoat,
But being such a flimsy "Flasher", I could not emote.
So, I took the strobe from my camera and held it inside,
Then, when I opened my coat...FLASH...got everyone wide eyed.
I don't do parties for Halloween any more,
Too much work, passing out candy at the door.
But, I still dress up for the kids to know,
That you don't have to buy a costume when imagination will do.
I will wear some wierd outfit that I have tried to do well,
Then yank open the door screaming..."Who's ringing that bell"?
It is often fun to see the reactions my costumes bring each year,
They generally don't know what awaits them here.
It's only once a year that I go on this binge,
The littlest ones never cease to cringe.
Some will run to their parents standing in the drive,
Wondering if such a creature could be alive.
But they eventually come back to reap their treats.
In spite of my bombastic costumal feats.
So, if you come to my door just beware,
More than a crazy poet, you might find here.
My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff,
I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost,
putting piles of our old clothes and shoes in various rooms,
one day I wanted to sweep and couldn't even find the broom,
In my kitchen had old coupons and recipes and used aluminum foil,
several broken toasters, blenders, microwaves and hot air popcorn poppers,
couldn't let go of the old bills from the 1970's either,
they were stacked in the other room all the way to the ceiling,
Having only a small passageway to make it to my overflowing bathroom,
which was so packed with toiletry items I could hardly find the toilet,
in the shower had to stand sideways because of all the shower chairs,
thank God I was still pretty slim or showering could be a nightmare,
Then one fateful day I called for my husband who I thought went to the store,
rummaging my way to the front door I saw in the driveway his parked ford,
then hearing a soft rustling noise and a very loud snore,
found him under a pile of old undies from the 1970's curled up on the floor.
Addendum: I know hoarding things is considered an illness; just wanted to write a poem about it with a humorous twist.
A.) Jiffy white cake mix : 2 boxes
Dole pear halves : 1 can (no juice)(heavy or light syrup)
Canola oil: 1/2 cup
Seasoned rice vinegar(Brand name Mizkan,Nakano): 1/2 tsp.
Sugar (C & H): 1 cup
B.) Mix or blender: Pear blended up in mixer without syrup
C.) 7 x10 pan: use parchment or wax paper, aluminum foil
D.)Pam cooking spray: or not
(if do, lace pan after, with a tsp. of cake mix or flower
E.)Bake: 20 min to 30 min at 375
F.)Can use: uses your imagination
Cool wipe /wipe cream
vanilla ice cream
strawberry ice cream
powder sugar mix with milk
always preheat oven at 325 or 350
and it tastes like you picked the Pears yourself.
not sure, on the freezing in the freezer?
we all have to help each other in this time of great need!
GOD Bless!
not religious but very Spiritual
ps. ingredients may need some working on. do whats' best for you.
Facebook Findings
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Jane the virgin on Twitter
This spoon takes away
the effects of the shakes
When you get fresh sheets
and you just shaved your legs.
This dude spent eight years
growing a chair
Shannon has exactly 200 friends.
Kakistocracy- government by
the worst available people.
You are convicted by your complicity.
Did Jesus leave us a tip to diabetes?
This is what happens when
you wrap your teeth in
aluminum foil for an hour.
Age your spirits at home.
There are several islands
atop the falls
and they are Zambian.
There's a lot of gross ********
that goes on
in the creative world.
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Quiet Storm
Date: Mon, Dec 21 2015 at 2:11 AM
I'm walking through the Storm
Soaking my Uniform
The other side of the storm
I see the Rainbows & the Unicorns
I'm holding the lightning so be warned
And the water warm
Inside I feel the lightning form
The Lighting born
Wrote in lighting An Oath Sworn
Planted it in the Soil
An watered it with Virgin Oil
An I see the Seeds starting to Boil
An I wrapped the garden with thorns
Horns & Coils
With Aluminum Foil
Then Strikes of Orbs
That's Bright turns into Soldiers With Might to Fight In this War
Samurais with Swords
With Metal Armor over the Core
Then the thunder starts to Roar
Then I lift my hands up and Soar
We Fly to the Beaches Shore
Reminiscing About Before
I see heavens Doors
It's time to strike with Force
But with Mercy To Contour
I see glory & galore
Tears & Sweat & Gore
Open Pores
But its mystery to this Storm
Through Misery to be Adorned
Behind me I see more Units Forged
Cracked the RUBIX Cubic Cord
Won the War but the Uniforms Torn
I'm Spiking the Torch
Twisting the Torque
Letting the Fire Scorch
Walking inside with the Source
It just begun
A poem is like the ripples in a pond,
As the muted sound.
Like the reflection of the sun on an aluminum foil,
As the muddy soil.
Like a rain drop,
Dry as the desert crop.
Like the myriad colors in a shaft of light,
As the imagination takes flight.
Motionless like the shifting sand,
As a marauding band.
Like the glimpse of a familiar face in a milling crowd,
As the flash of lightning in a foreboding cloud.
It should grab you like a snare
As a shooting flare!
Back in the day we had a maypole on May Day
We created May baskets out of doilies and construction paper
I loved adding bits of ribbon, aluminum foil and glitter.
We decorated them like Valentines boxes.
Filled them with tiny candies popcorn and violets.
It was fantastically fabulous, and I loved it!
Why did I have maypoles and May baskets?
Was it because I lived in a small town? Was it because of my mother?
Was it because we knew all of our neighbors back in the day?
overprotective
like ink in a scar tissue
you said I'm stuck in a bad version of a life
and gave me your life mask as a present
now I have an owl in my iris
you've cloak me in aluminum foil
so I can be preserved for later
and settled in the last drawer
to watch patiently how you consume
some other, tender pieces
as my vascular system hinders your digestion
waiting hidden under this metal sheet
through cheap fragrances I'm covering the indications of putrefaction
just in case you decide
to place
one more plate
mine
but you've settled me in the last drawer
where surfaces freeze the most
of our muscles
to the bones
bones become unsteady
a fire whirl has thrown us out of balance
now we're seeking
desperately for solid ground
to lean back
as the option of leaning on one another
is off the table
2 yucca roots peeled and diced
3 quarts of boiling salted water
add roots, when softened
remove from water
and smash them while they are hot
allow to cool
measure two cups
add, 3 egg yolks
2 teaspoons of white pepper
2tablespoons of crushed garlic
3 chopped green onions
1/4 cup of heavy cream
mix together until smooth
add 1 teaspoon of salt
we are going to use this
mixture to make a dumpling
on aluminum foil, but you
have to make the
stuffing to stuff the dumpling
with. in a medium size bowl
add 12 jumbo shrimp
deveined and tail removed
the juice of one lemon
2 tablespoons of soy sauce
1 teaspoon of cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon of garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon of onion powder
3 tablespoons of brown sugar
5 tablespoons of cornstarch
1 tablespoon of spice rum
3 tablespoons of coconut oil
2 tablespoons of unsweetened coconut flakes
mix well.
using aluminum foil,
make dumplings about three tablespoons each,
(using 1 & 1 1/2 tablespoons, on top, and bottom)
fill with two shrimp each and top with dumpling
fold foil into the dumpling size you desire
make about 6 o r eight dumplings, or even 12 dumplings
depending on the amount of dumpling mixture you have.
steam these dumplings in a steamer
or bake them.
serve with a lite sweet tangy lemony sauce.