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 powder
3 Tablespoons of powder chicken bouillon
4 tablespoons of powdered conage
2 Tablespoons of Bacon Powder
Mix together and label as GOLD!
Confidence
Every woe is a new poem
A new prose which fabricates the stars in the galaxy
They say about the spilling blood out from the heart
Like satin wine-drops in the pages
Behold! They hold their luck inside
Tuck their malice, which are undone
Let them breath with your inhalation
Let them live with your recitation
Every patel-less flower is a poem
They caste off their laughter in the sand
Which dehydrate them and shows the
Hallucination of heaven
Behold! They are naked and weeping for mercy
Let them cover with your hands
Let them free with your recognition
Every mate-less bird is a poem
Whose feather get ruffled by the ugly wind
They lost their voice of laughter
Sing only to remember the guillotine of fate
Behold! They’re falling from the sky with a new tone
Let them fly with your complacence
Let them have their salvation by your sad feelings.
Seasons renew, Springtime approach
Careful now, winter may encroach
I welcome, without reproach
Peel back blankets, reveal fresh sheets
Buds in humid air, growing sweet
Cycle of life, now competes
Mother nature, seeds breakthrough earth
Gestation over, brings forth birth
Primal scream, explosive mirth
All too soon, grasslands dehydrate
Overhead sun, heat concentrate
Goodbye spring, evaporates
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M-ouths beneath the sun
A-re suffering from thirst;
R-estore fluid to them,
Y-our concern comes first.
A-im to share the last of your water,
N-ever let them dehydrate;
N-or let them lose body liquid, your care is so great.
G-ive the last of your water,
O-n the fifth of September;
N-ever forget the blessings,
Z-one of running river.
A-llow your heart to touch,
L-oving the tired traveler;
E-agerly lend your hand,
S-hare the last of your water.
the shower head
sounds the start
a drop of water
drips down her
forehead to the
nose
stays
then leaps to her
lips not getting
licked dripping
to her chin
again
a wait
then because she
lowers her head
he simply slides
off
onto
but between the
rolling hills of
pastoral cleavage
but
not
stopping to sightsee
not even the odd
sink hole near
the middle of
the race
making
his way towards
some slight foliage
just a tuft but just
enough shade as not to
dehydrate
but wait
now a choice to be
made left or right or
stay but to stay is
giving up and
enough
enough
said before a flip
of a coin he joins
others going right
his thighs now
burning
disearning
if the right
choice was his
choice but mistake
is no returning in this
race
pacing
now passed
the knee and
feeling victory
just might be
one only knows not
sweating the simple
stuff having made it
thus far and just a bit
further
farther
then one would
think to be stopped
to sink but sunk just
a foot away not even
feet defeat finds him at
an ankle twist but contented
to sit
she is
so delicious
You had a heart off gold,known by a lot off people young and old.I cared for you right until the end ,you was my dad and best friend.I came to you every day ,I don’t want to rely on u I hear you say .But dad you mean everything to me .I remember right back to sitting on your knee .Then unfortunately you get copd.You tryed so hard to fight .So scared of me leaving you at night.Then you start to dehydrate The food I made u no longer ate.The dreaded time arrived when ur life took the dive,Down hill you could no longer take nebuliser or pill.Off to the hospital for a check,I get the call I’m a nervous reck.To the hospital with you I stay,major heart attack the nurses say.your organ now begin to shut down ,I cry and frown.Please dad don’t go,But your words and action become slow.Every night I slept in the hospital chair,brushing my fingers through your hair.Nurses came told me to freshen up at home , no I whont let my dad pass on his own .time has come you take you last breath ,rest in peace my angel your the best . Xxxxxxx
Always hydrate if not you dehydrate
It's a lathargically uncomfortable state
Drink now don't hesitate
Contemplate on the amount of water
In fact don't you even bother
And drink more even when its hotter
Helping all parts from kidneys to your skin
Making you sparkle and glow from within
This radiant complexion helps fight infection
And cures all ails when you add a lemon
Don't be a fellon listen to what I'm tellin
Add some cucumber drink before slumber
Detoxs your body makes you feel younger
They recommend 8 glasses a day
So go now don't delay
Drink it and healthy you will stay.
Theologians all euthanize miracle’s glow,
Like a child might dehydrate and pin butterflies,
Jaundiced eye longs to render them all party tricks,
Puts the best under glass just to marginalize!
Shouldn’t miracle God sends then serve greater cause
Might this not be a subject worth treating in kind?
If we search our Earth's history, thousands of years,
Won’t necessity lead us at last to God’s mind?
There are God taunting voices that cry, “Bible’s fake!
Written after the fact! Accounts pulled from the air!”
But where poetry lives, how can life be alone?
With Love's colors revealed, never naked and bare!
Yes, verse fleshes life out! Bone is not all that soft!
And the breath of life gives a new heartbeat to time,
Rhythms dancing, form floating, white light, no despair,
For God lives down the track in the tower of rhyme!
Explanations all languish if god is true GOD,
Even scientists fall back on "models of truth!"
Serve Him still, but in Love, not to earn your reward,
Trust His Grace and have faith in soul’s eternal youth.
Brian Johnston
April 26, 2017
Once used by God to destroy the world
It's power and fury with destruction swirled
But Noah's ark was impermeable to the rain that prevailed
And through the raging waters he sailed
Chemically known as H2O
A requisite for flowers to grow
Precipitation comes as either rain or snow
And after the rain behold the rainbow
Water gives a flower rejuvenation
And we need it daily for hydration
When H2O freezes crystallization takes place
In places arid and desolate
Lack of this liquid will dehydrate you
You'll need a drink of water to invigorate
Cooling and soothing like morning dew
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4/3/16
A pillar of greatness is born
finally! Here is the light of the sun
to all Life's challenges
you'll assuredly be stubborn
and every battle is already won
with victory confirm and done.
You'll stay true to your cause
like the dedication of a nun
the wheels of your prosperity
will roll on and on.
Those hiding in ambush to your success
will starve, dehydrate and mourn
you'll be the stalk
to which nations will stick to like corn.
stretching forth your hands to generations
you'll affect lives and have fun
as your good deeds will be heard
like blowing a large, loud horn
Your face will not be common
but you'll be a global icon
like the city of London.
One blast of the trigger and misfortunes run
guess what! You are the gun.
The world needs a new life changer
Oh my child! It is now your turn.
Ship wrecked, what the heck!
A dessert island, deserted and
slim chances of survival.
Marooned, to be found no time
soon. being gloom will surly
seal your doom!
No time to sit upon the sandy shore
and anticipate. Life is precious get
to your feet for goodness sake!
In this scorching heat you will
surly dehydrate. Make efforts
dont sit there and self hate.
Got to investigate the island, a source of
fresh water is a must find, before you
start to hellucinate.
Make a shelter a place to hide, of the
ground from biting crabs. hidden from any
prowling big cats.
The next plans food, go hunt with a make
shift spear. Into the oceann I disappear.
Breaking the surface with a gasp, a whoop
and a hooray you caught a stingray. you’ll
have supper at last.
As a stormy cloudy day, my heart filled with a dark gloomy, foggy haze.
Breathless and no longer living my flesh was deaf and disintegrating fast.
Lifeless, and buried deeply sunken; upon my grave.
My spirits formed as dying weeds, uprooted planted seeds.
Brittle and fragile as a crisp rose petal.
Dehydrate raindrops that have fallen from my tear ducts.
My soul was as dark as the dirt that lay on my grave.
I lay in darkness with no movement.
Then the earth shifted.
As he gently brushed off my layers of crust, small thin layers of trust.
Lifted me from my darkness dust, my sunshine has come.
In a form of a man, skin golden as sand.
He takes my hand as I carried off to dry land.
As his sunrays beam down upon me, I am profoundly happy.
Liberation of sunlight, deliverance of brightness, I am out the darkness.
Reincarnation I am rebirth a new person.
My sunshine has come there is no more rain in my heart.
All cried out lifted by his sunlight.
I have life born again as his wife.
Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger,
till it isn't any longer,
grind it down till he is feeling speyed,
Porkupine is great, on the Aboriginal plate,
a favourite meal, they might relate,
op rum is stronger without battery acid is stronger,
if ya get a splash, the right water bottle mate,
Avrodisiac is stronger, out past Linger Longa,
sprinkled on the Emu on ya plate,
move a bull camel off camp,
with just a touch of cramp,
Old Croc will come by to draw me pay...
Emu will not get flyblown if you hang it in the open air, most meat will blow, in Aus...
cook it with corn meat ...tastes the same...
Don Johnson
Tony Lane’s Part
Said the proper Doctor Perkins to the Aussie from down under,
The phraseology of your utterances leave me in wide wonder.
How am I to understand the meaning of what you say?
Unless you teach Australian colloquialisms to me right away.
The Aussie looked the Doctor in the eye and here was his reply,
Then Don Added
Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger, till it isn't any longer,
grind it down till he is feeling speyed,
Porkupine is great on the Aboriginal plate,
op rum is stronger without battery acid is stronger,
Old Croc will come by to draw me pay...
ps heard Traces contest wants 5 lines about friendship???
Each creation is equally special for the writer
Borne with true causes , works as fighter
Some are simple descriptions of own life
Enclosing prose with deeply felt passion
Words may be powerful or played smart
Any poem goes…some stays in heart
Being a work of inspiration rekindling path
Making life easier , lessening pain or wrath
Perception of the holder beautifies the work
A piece -an instrument valued worldwide
Or remains just a petty prose of another author
To be read once then forever kept aside…
Any poem goes …some hit the mark
Inception burns in the lightened spark
Some gets published with many sponsors
Few are rich themselves to get honored
Poet however moves on to create
Until the pool of words dehydrate.
As any poem goes ….some give you praise
When it’s an original voice…burnt nights and days!
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