How to steal the wealth in this town?
This question was high on the dockets.
Oh yes, the wealth would "Trickle Down,"
But, only reached "Senator's Pockets!"
Results delayed by Washington's games,
As the panic and chaos mounted.
All were too weak to face the flames,
As we got filleted and counted!
The debate would never be won,
The argument was one-sided.
While some was blinded by the sun,
ALL were conquered and divided!
Today's parents better protect,
Lambs, you call, son or daughter.
Those affected by their neglect,
Will be led into the slaughter!
~Quince shaped houses landscape Julienned Street
where citric groans once molded a blue cheese night ~
In one home lives reclusive Graham and his wife, Coco,
two dilled, old pickles nervously living on the lamb.
Busted selling urine for addiction pee tests,
they agreed to flee from a legal barbeque.
Combining their bran, they landed on Julienned.
They peppered with fright when a repair man
fell down, done, dead and fried on their hall floor.
Even freaked, they managed to fully bake a plan.
They dragged his body with mixed moans and groans
to the cellar, filleted him and then designated
him the residents permanent cellar staple.
Now
Come the shadow clouds
where and whence evil rises bold and loud
once buried, hidden wide opened shrouds.
Warm, soft, calm breezes slip away
in between the morning hours when we prayed
deep in the cast of shadowy grays
preparations for warring factors are made.
It has become a hate-filled time
where loudest voices revile in the climb
lost to compassion, to empathy
that once thrived in the land of the free.
Now,
a heartless spirit scrambles forth
hidden hatred in a price brought
innocence pushed aside and lost.
Who we once were
grows more angry, deceitful, and disturbed
divisive rhetoric in every word
out on display for the world to be heard.
How soon before the sword and gun are drawn
How soon will come that fateful morn
that creeps and hides within every pawn
sacrificed and filleted in dull yawns
Now
come the shadow clouds
no one dares speak of it out loud.
Above the choppy,
viewed from
behind the glassy
winded and floppy.
He observes the flossy
dark black rolling
white and frothy.
Salt filtered manes blown
acrossy limpits rocky
trapping olde anchors rusty
amongst filleted fishy
2 Cups of cooked seasoned mustard greens or spinach
if with rabbit and chicken would prefer mustard greens
with fish and chicken would prefer spinach
drained and cooked greens .
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1/2 cup of cooked chopped bacon
!/2 cup minced mushrooms
1/2 cup of chopped onions
5 Tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of pine nuts
1/2 cup of feta
1/4 cup of heavy cream
1 teaspoon of ground ginger
2 tablespoons of olive oil
mix well.
one turkey breast filleted and butterflied skin off.
stuff turkey with greens
fold and wrap turkey skin around the stuffed fillets.
season turkey breast and coat with
mixture of lemon juice and
melted butter.
cover in foil and roast.
"ThanX_Givin Told Christmas
This is My Darn Musick!
Ya'll gone now!"
A bassoon cost $350.00
The Bassoon and Piano Lesson costed
$600.00.
It took him Four weeks
to get the rhythmn.
Two weeks to catch the two.
Four weeks
to play groovy.
Found ah Gal at the mall
Took Movie
and now he thinks he got the bluees.
My favorite vegetable is a potato
I will eat it fried, filleted, with salt and pepper.
Bring me butter
That won’t be enough
Some people add cheese.
I am not interested in that, unless it is cheddar
shaved, on the top of sour cream and chives.
Yes, I love a baked potato loaded and potatoes scalloped
I adore French fries, also made from the beautiful potato.
I dip them into barbeque sauce or honey mustard.
Keep the ranch to yourself, I have never liked it.
A sweet potato is not the same. You can have it.
Unless it is loaded with cinnamon and brown sugar.
But wait, let’s get back to my favorite which is the potato.
I like potato soup, I love potato salad. I like potatoes in my chili.
I love corn and butter with salt and pepper over a potato.
I like beef and noodles over mashed potatoes.
I like potatoes smashed, bashed and dashed.
Give me a potato in any form.
I love them all.
Potatoes forever if you ask me!
I spent six glorious days at the bottom of the ocean
I had turned mermaid, so needed no special equipment.
The seaweed parted and the kelp sung me a melody.
I was the ultimate siren, letting signals lose that sunk ships.
I was a danger, for sure. The sea did not know what had happened.
The sharks tried to threaten me, but I had a knife in my secret pocket.
I filleted them, and ate them, and threw their fins to the water top.
They congregated like broken oars, swirling in a pathetic circle.
Only six days, and yet, they were marvelous. I was all powerful.
A sorcerer had transmogrified me, and I was grateful for the experience.
I'd always wanted to live in a sea; where I danced with beluga whale.
His name was Charlie after the dance, and he loved it! I loved him too.
You can do so much in six days if it includes living your ultimate dream.
Expecting to be an assertive mermaid my whole life this was Nirvana!
If nothing else, I taught the ocean to respect dainty little mermaids.
Mermaids hugged me bye, I had become their queen in only six days.
75 million Americans
waking up to the fact
that they have been played –
from the backside laid;
all Second Amendment Rights
will next be splayed, like a
fish, readied for the grill,
filleted – Oh! So-called
representatives will pontificate,
wringing their hands and wailing,
while their constituents they
are failing – but, at the end
of so many days, will be
sure to vote themselves
a healthy raise…. Friends, we cannot
vote our way out of this one
– enjoy what freedoms
you still can, individual freedom
is not the DEEP STATE PLAN.
2 cups of crushed pork rinds ( hot and spicy) or crushed fritos
1 tablespoon of Garlic powder
2 tablespoons of cayeene
1 tablespoon of onion power
1 tablespoon of salt
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 cups of flour
In a plastic bag, shake until evenly mixed.
Set aside.
1/4 cup of buttermilk
3/4 cup of milk
3 eggs
Mix with a whisk, set aside.
5 chicken breast filleted
Moistened with 2 tablespoons of buttermilk
Dip into flour and coat, dip into eggwash, and back into flour, fry in hot olive oil or cornoil.
10 bacon strips
5 lettuce leaves
10 slices of tomatoes
Mayo
5 submarine rolls
1 cup of crush spicy pork rinds
1/2 diced salami
1 teaspoon of minced garlic
5 tablespoons of cream cheese
5 tablespoons of chopped chives
1 cup of softened goat cheese
Hollow some plum
tomatoes and fill with cream mixture.
Mix 1/4 cup of olive oil and 1/4 of lemon juice
Drizzle the tops.
Juillene some potatoes blanch for 15 minutes in salt water. Cool the and fry crisp in oil.
grandpa, a hard rock fisherman
and freckled fly rod journeyman
eyed fish in the morning mist
kissing with giggles and a lemon twist
said he saw a bobbing head
round and fat with tuffs of red
six feet tall as the tale’s told
painted in a mermaid gold
casting bait the gossip spread
like butter on a loaf of bread
the silver hook reeled in
snared pearl dentures left to him
sporting a sparkling wink and Cheshire grin
papa set hooks that haul us in
anglers balanced that fishy tale
filleted on a comic Richter scale
two puzzled men ventured to say
Arthur C. Clarke wrote the play
2 POUNDS(OR 1 CUP AND 1/2 CUP) OF ITALIAN SAUSAGE MEAT BROWNED AND DRAINED.......
4 CUPS OF JASMINE RICE ) BROWNED(
2 TABLESPOONS OF GARLIC POWDER
1 TABLESPOON OF CAYENNE PEPPER
1/2 CUP OF DICED SAUTEED GREEN PEPPERS
1/2 CUP ONIONS DICED AND SAUTEED
1 TEASPOONS OF THYME DRIED
1/2 TEASPOON OF CELERY SEEDS
1 AND 1/2 CUPS OF SAUSAGE MEAT
8 CUPS OF CHICKEN STOCK
LET SIMMER FOR MORE THAN 45 MINUTE ABOUT 55 MINUTES UNTIL DONE
IN A LARGE PAN
ADD 1/4 CUP OF OLIVE OIL
SAUTE 1/4 OF SLICED GARLIC
REMOVE GARLIC
ADD 4 CHICKEN BREAST FILLETED AND CUT INTO CUBES
COOK CHICKEN DONE ON LOW HEAT
ADDING CAYEENE, SALT, GROUND GINGER ROOT
ADD JUMBO SHRIMP ABOUT 20. COVER ADD 1/4 OF LEMON JUICE AND COOKED GARLIC SIMMER UNTIL SHRIMP ARE DONE 6-8 MINUTES,
ADD CHICKEN STOCK ABOUT 1/3 CUP AND 1/4 CUP OF LOOSE CORNSTARCH SLURRY.
MAKE A SAUCE AND SERVE OVER RICE.
ADD 1 TEASPOON OF CAYEENE
Blue Dress
The dolphins of Monrovia,
came to dinner one day.
The dress,
all blue...
you understand.
It was held beneath the sea,
not under a tree,
silly bee,
but there was a band.
It played all night,
all the ladies so bright,
in marked uniforms,
not all the colors
you might suppose,
but blue and green and gold.
The blue sea,
the fine color of "her" dress...
the queen of the underground ball.
The sky, a sapphire, crushed to powder,
lost and mirrored in her eyes.
Green, kelp that covered her shoulders,
and kept her warm at night.
Gold, the coins of money,
sailors paid...
to keep their souls,
while others stayed.
The court watched as the dancers whirled,
the Sea King he was drown...
but no one knew until they
filleted his body,
and gathered the net.
The Queen cried,
blue tears...
to match her dress.
Blue Dress Contest
Say goodbye to the land of Oz in dismay
where knowledge and logic fall away
like the scarecrow's inner stuffings filleted,
first one strand, then two or three until
all his common sense has spilled;
say hello to the witches of the west
lost in their self-interest, done their very best
all but forgotten about the majority at rest;
see the lion lose his courage
slip-sliding in the congressional forage
where voice, common sense lay in permanent storage;
hug the tinman, his final sigh in search of his heart
when love to hate is split in part
and nothing seems left from America's start;
Emerald City crumples to ash and rubble
as the sun rays burn the earth in trouble
and embers rise and smolder the pseudo bubble;
even the Wizard with all his tricks
is cashing in all his chips
and succumbs to the politics;
while Dorothy and Toto too
into the basket of the balloon flew
to escaping the nonsense coup.
A brief look back and futures questioned
is this the wonderland for which we're destined?
Piggy pink salmon filleted
Lemon pepper bake
With garlic, butter and lime
Pea orbs with curry,
Twice-baked potato
Oh, so nice
Prize!
It was just a song,
someone's rendition
of love gone wrong.
It strained on every note
pausing tenderly at each stroke
of time as it was standing still
and the heart was empty and unfilled
with emotion and feelings killed.
Let it play
in the background
of love filleted.
For Silent One contest, I died a little inside
2/8/19
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