in a springg board pan
layer a graham cracker crust
with graham crackers and
shortbread cookies
2 cup of graham crackers
2 cups of shortbread cookie
1 c of butter
3 cups of softened cream cheese
2 cups of melted butter pecan ice-cream
1/2 cup of sugar
3 eggs
4 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 tablespoons of flour
1 teaspoon of vanilla
3 tablespoon of nut liquer
1/2 of butter
1/4 c of chocolate chips
1/4 c of dried bananas
in a large mixing bowl
use a hand mixer
combine til a creamy smoothness bake for 35 minute allow to cool
top with strawberries and glaze
and whipped cream!
Donna Fine is full of conceity
I do not know why for the life of me
With self-exaltation she shows her pride
Her boasting makes her difficult to abide
Narcisstic tendency are in her family line
I stay away from this creepster, Donna Fine
Someone I used to know I saw today.
It’s been ten years or more I saw her last
although she didn’t live too far away
from where I live, but time goes by so fast.
How gracious this lady named Donna Kay -
who occupies small spaces from my past;
those short conversations I had with her
are fragments that now have become a blur.
There was with this acquaintance no real chat.
I looked at pictures she had drawn instead.
She’d painted! I’d nearly forgotten that.
I also learned she loved the color red.
Next to her red casket her eldest sat.
For ten days now dear Donna has been dead.
Though my whispered words fell on Donna’s shell,
I hope her soul still heard my last farewell.
Dee Daffodil Donna
Found fabulous Flora and Fauna
Floating in a sizzling sauna
What are you doing? She said
Their eyes were closed, their faces were red
They were as relaxed as if they were in bed
Neither answered her at all
They were asleep, dozing through her call
Finally relaxed, after all.
Be you! Yelled Aunt Donna. Laugh! Sing! Play! Dance!
The cat gave her his slow eye, she was ignored by dog Chance.
Be the best you that you can be! She yelled at them. Play I mean Play!
The dog took the hint and began doing a boogie lively and gay.
The cat did not care, no one could motivate her to move a wink.
She slid into a cozy hiding spot under the old kitchen sink
Be you! Yelled Aunt Donna. Be the best you that you can be!
The cat rolled her eyes; didn’t she get it? This is the best me.
There once was a boy name of Rick
So ugly he made his girl sick,
When nighttime descended
The girl soon repented
And loved him quite lickedy-split!
There once was a girl name of Donna
Who spent lots of time in the sauna
She might once have been pretty,
And her titties were bitty,
Ugly Rick still thought her Nirvana.
Prima donna cat had ruffles on top of ruffles.
She looks clown like said our clown Muffles.
She is doing okay, she looks pretty a butterfly said.
She was so thrilled, she danced way past his head.
Prima donna cat loved her giant pink tutu.
But she has lost her left pink ballet shoe.
I need some help she said as she danced down the hill.
As far as I know she is moving that way still.
Donna is at the door.
We think of her as the petition lady.
She brings them over at a fast pace.
Always angry about something or somebody.
Donna’s dementia has taken over her life.
She is 96 years young.
It is easier to sign the petitions than to say no.
No means she is coming in to convince us.
This week I have signed a petition…
To keep aliens on the Mars.
To take our government back from terrorists.
To make an AK-47 bullet cost ten thousand dollars.
Maybe her best petition yet.
Covered thinly, by a bloody clot.
Unhealed.
Congealed.
Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress
fulfilled.
That your body is still here
is the best that can be said
of this,
the first year.
My first cousin Donna
now belongs to eternity
She went to live in England and Ireland
Married an Irishman and had two nice boys
She could not keep herself away
from the siren lure of drugs
Last time I saw her she was puffing
on reefers like there was no tomorrow
I am not really one to talk
have indulged in illegal smiles in my youth
Yet, I live
She was a writer and an Anglophile
She said she didn't like kosher food
Well, I think it is usually delicous
Still, I wiage 63 ll miss the wild child
Donna -
Reincarnation Of Donna Larie
I keep having these strange nightmares
Of a woman being burned alive in a car,
I dont know who this woman is
But I feel connected to her from a far,
I feel so emotionally and physically connected
To this nightmare,
I can feel my flesh burning as if I was actually there,
As the nightmares got worse
I was acting out what I was seeing,
Its like I was this burning human being,
I needed to know what was wrong with me
I needed to know why I was having these horrible dreams,
I allowed myself to be put under hypnosis
And was told by the hypnotist I'm living a second life,
The woman that was burned to death in a car accident was me in a past life,
The minute I died
I was reborn,
My spirit didn't go to the spirit world
I reincarnated in human form,
In this life everyone knows me to be Shawna Marie
But the truth of the matter is I'm not really her,
I am a reincarnation of Donna larie!
Sylph-like is my way to describe her,
an angel who's great at the game
of chewing out all of our vendors,
a tempest, not timid or tame.
She wants what she wants when she wants it,
for her being late is a crime,
she'll scold them for keeping her waiting:
"No way, just be 'ON TIME' next time!"
There is a soft side to her nature,
a temptingly feminine take,
but she'll get what she wants, you believe it,
don't get in her way, she won't brake!
She is as wild as the prickly thistle
That stands proudly on windswept wild rugged moor
Emotional deep as an ocean
As flirtatious and fragile as a butterfly
That graces a simmers day.
Her voice as sweet as the robin
Her beauty
And very presence
Takes my breath away.
She can be as temperamental as a tempest
And sting the heart as a bee
Her stubbornness like a tree
That doesn't bend in the wind
But she keeps her secrets
Under lock and key.
She can be loving kind and mild
Beauty personified in femininity
So alluring
But also playful and mischievous as a child.
She is my nemesis my mistress
My angel an individualist
With fire or hunger in her beguiling eyes
I love her I hate her although my passion
And gratitude runs high
She is wild and untameable as that rugged savage moor
Her name is Bella Donna
She has my heart
And belongs to me.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.
More than just a mother to three daughters.
Yielding to almost nothing in her path.
Making sure to live life to its greatest.
Others don't come close to past troubles.
Then again, no person's life is the same.
Her life, like any, has its kinks in the chain.
Even with them though, she still holds on strong.
Regrets staying in the past where they belong.
Doesn't give herself credit where its due.
Only person I know to always trust.
Never forgets about what matters most.
Never lets her girls face the world alone.
Always my mother, always in my heart.
Posted: March 22nd, 2015
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