Going solo is no fun
when you are the only one
playing alone on your own
so show me your saxophone
and you may hold my trombone
then if I feel the need
I'll finger your keys
to vibrate the reed
'til my slide retracts
as we're a match made in heaven
quite the catch in fact
a musical marriage
and that's not all
we'll make beautiful music
yes we'll have us a ball
and altho' yours is woodwind
I have the itch to make a pass
so here's my pitch
you can kiss my brass
The Mallard Mimic
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic with
a slight touch
of anchovy
on top of a bed of puff pastry
served with
a garlic parmesan roasted
asparagus dish
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with a side of
maple pecan
butternut squash
Medallion
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with a buttery eggnog
yeast roll
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One would
crumble pork rinds
and truffle zest
add grated cheese
and sprinkle it across the top
and serve with
Malbec!
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So say's the Myth!
Brass Knuckles
Miracle Man
9/8/2024
I once new a man who thought he was bad,
He couldn’t make you do only wish you had.
In seeking a sequel,
along came his equal.
The sequel was wearing a knuckle do dad.
Now rejoice the sounding brass
Let trombones and trumpets sing
Choirs of Angels weep with joy
As the bells of Heaven ring
We mere mortals here on Earth
We live and love and fight and die
Concerned with petty differences
While orchestras play in the sky
Who said life was going to be fair?
Come on, let’s make this circle square,
Poor as church mice, bolder than brass,
Circle right then show me the cash.
We'll keep it underneath your hat,
But there’s no room to swing a cat,
They say the best in life is free,
So square this circle left like me.
Fair and square like they always say,
Fair day’s work for a fair day’s pay,
Money is round to go around,
London Bridge, now we all fall down.
The rain outside is cats and dogs,
Grandma just popped her dancing clogs,
Look this gift horse, right in the mouth,
Forward, back, now let’s journey south.
Embrace
the moment
forever alive
Hell
freezing over
— damnation proscribed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Much like the “cracker jack prize”
At the bottom of the box
As candy lore goes.
That unique badge of honor
For those who would dive deep
To grasp the brass button.
Beware this lure full of
Deceit.
Along the way you may yourself
Delete.
Posterity be damned,
today is your reward
The future but an empty wish
—a sheath without a sword
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Their litter mates left one at a time
Except for Sass and Brass
They were worried; were they adoptable?
Would anyone want them?
Don’t worry their mother said. God has a plan.
They were taken together
To a home with an older couple.
They got cuddling and love.
Best of all they cuddled with each other.
Just like when they were first born.
God’s plan was great for them.
Oju Ide-- Brass eyes
Flashing across the scene
Witnessing the many sins
Unveiling men
As hollow beings
vile vibrating vehemently
Sounding like brass bells
settling in a place of inert
nesting like fallen logs
in a deadened hearth
repelling the usual
charming the unusual
while grappling with the curse
of a woven heart
After a baker's dozen years
a hummingbird friend
suddenly appears
a bit wing weary
still stunning
flashing killer wares-
A thousand adventures
a million petals sipped,
I'm just an old twist
on her lengthy
ice cream cone list-
She takes a nibble-lick
just for old time kicks
then away she flits
to the next gilded glade
that no longer exists..
Into a maelstrom of thorns she fled
never to return
I'll miss our brass knuckled friendship
another rock hard lesson learned-
He played with the brass flute
The sound knocked him out of his boot
Symbols kicked him in his ass
Then called him third class
He thought the brass flute was a brute
Once again he tried to play the flute
His sounds were always toot, toot
Symbols gathered once again
Cauz, he wasn’t genuine
This time he was giving the boot
With salt in the air beyond sandy grass
Ocean waves crash on the rocky shore
Under golden sun, shining like brass
Beyond the dunes I could want no more
Where seagulls dive and the sailboats ride
Ocean waves crash on the rocky shore
Seashells float into the caves to hide
Everything rolls in the changing tide
Where seagulls dive and the sailboats ride
The horizon like arms open wide
There lies opportunities to see
Everything rolls in the changing tide
I am beginning to feel so free
There is always new hope to be found
There lies opportunities to see
I laugh with seagulls swirling around
With salt in the air beyond sandy grass
There is always new hope to be found
Under golden sun shining like brass
Heidi Sands
8/10/20
Brass Star Award
By Franklin Price
06/10/2020
For gallant service to our country
Are the bronze and silver star
Given for above, beyond
And far above the bar
I'm hereby recommending
A new star, made out of brass,
Reserved for those in Washington
Above, beyond, the normal ass
Military not considered
For this medal, we won't toast
Must be ones we have elected
To some most prestigious post
The President can qualify
Also the House and Senate
The executive branch and congress
And anyone who's in it
Some things we must consider
When recommending this award
Most important, taking actions,
We the People can't afford
Following the party lines
When they make so little sense
Proposing laws of little purpose
Never straddling the fence
Not reaching out across the aisle,
No good, if not invented here
Drinking from a champagne glass
When they could have had a beer
Now that they're elected
And they're up there on their own
And don't listen to the people
Who have put them on the throne
If you think, they think, they're royalty
They will surely qualify
For Brass Star, with TP clusters,
As we vote their ass goodbye.
She's raping me
She's all I'm sad
She taking me to
anger mad
That all my love
is things she has
For buns of steel
and heart of brass
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