Best Bouillon Poems

Look for these items to help you whip together
Easy midnight snak
Canned tuna
Salmon, or sardines (in water
Canned new white potatoes
Canned vegetables
(asparagus, carrots, green beans, mushrooms))
Canned fruit packed in light syrup or juice
100% fruit preserves
Canned chicken or beef bouillon 
Canned tomatoes and tomatoe paste
Salsa
Ketchup

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After Eight Mints
Anchovies
Apple Pancakes
Applesauce
Atlantic Cod
Barbecue Sauce
Black Bean Soup
Blue Cheese
Blueberry Pancakes
Brussels Sprouts and Lamb
Buttermilk
Caribou Liver
Carrots
Cauliflower
Chicken Breast
Chicken Patty
Chicory Roots
Chocolate Pudding
Chocolate Pudding !!!
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel
Coffee Cake
Coleslaw
Donkey Balls
Dried Plums
Durian Fruit
Garlic
Garlic Roast Chicken
Green & Yellow Peppers
Green Leaf Lettuce
Grilled Cheese
Hamburger
Hashed Brown Potatoes
Honey Pops
Horseradish
Iron Steak
Jellied bouillon with frankfurters
Jelly Sandwich
Marinara Sauce
Melba Toast Crackers
Milky...

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This is what I  remember


something sits on my brain
a heavy pile of memories maybe
(lingering still)
freshly brewed strong coffee
mingling with last night's bouillon
the clangs of covers permeating the stillness
wools of sleep tangle the brows in obscure shadows

nothing seems to belong to the past anymore
like the...

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MY FONDEST MEMORY
                     ("MY HOMETOWN - ODESSA, UKRAINE/MY FAVORITE PLACE")
I wake up to the crispness of the air
Nature is still
Outside the snow has formed into...

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I wake up to the crispness of the air
Nature is still
Outside the snow has formed into perfectly shaped mounds
The frost has framed the windows into decorative designs

Branches sway in a rhythmic swirl
There’s a stillness inside
My grandma  is preparing  bouillon and hearty beef stew
I...

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Free range kitchen; cherished pets all around
In adjoining rooms animistic shrines abound
No clucking, cackling pens we'll hound
But residual carcases we'll gladly impound 
A docile harvest plucked from the ground
No pork butts, rump roasts, filets to astound
Only our bleating hearts with consciences tightly wound

Thankfully a Speckled goose...

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My friend has gone shopping for chicken stock.
I miss her so much.
The drapes are drawn
I have to see, cannot be closed in
I miss my outer side so much.

Outside, last winter’s trees are clutching a few leaves,
I miss their bare bodies so very much,
I miss the...

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TS Eliot said, “Paris is a strong stimulant.”
It is - but it has nothing on Manhattan.
If Paris is a Café Crème espresso at a café-en-terrasse under the stars.
Manhattan is a ‘Black Tie Bawls’ cocktail at The Crown bar (the skyline!).

We were going to relax -...

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In the heavens;
 Then the dark;
Blackness spies;
as the light;
Shimmers explosions;
 Sparkling granulex surprised;
 Regency surpasses the dark;
 as the dark changes to light;
Encompassing fathoms rims delight;
Shine on past sparkles flash;
Bouillon seas flashes of lightning spryte; 
Hello the darkness speaks to the light;
As so light shouts...

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Hedwig


Her house, a memory lane of sacred spaces:
the cobwebbed attic travel trunks, 
high heeled shoes, pink taffeta gowns, 
skirts that open into spinning parasols, 
cool musty wine cellars lined with dusty bulbs 
and oak barrels, 
that hay loft for hibernating tortoises, 
a courtyard of bursting...

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It's a soup that's made to order never from a store   
A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore 
Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind ! 
with itty bitty chicken bits it has onions you can find....

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Thanksgiving is over the feast is done
there was enough football for everyone
Company that gather all slipped away
with leftovers divided on their merry way
The pies and treats not one left
but still on the table a big turkey carcass
Get out the old soup pot
put in water make...

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Soupers as lovers unite, with spoons and bowls held high,
All soups from broths to chunky chowders, they'll try.
Making steamy affairs in poems that burn and delight,
To fill the world with soup, that's their plight!

With spoons like scepters, ladles toppled full for the fight,
They struggle as...

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Dehydrate 10 steamer clams
skin removed or skin on
dehydrate 2 inch ginger root
1/4 inch turmeric root
grind together and sit aside
add 2 tablespoons of dried lemon zest
1 tablespoon cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of white pepper
2 tablespoons of onion powder
2 tablespoons of garlic powder
add 1/4 cup of cream cheese...

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