El Vals, she spoke my name
to have us to come in
for lunch.
" than oh gracious
might we dine
together
a celebration of man
in the sight of God
might we dine
to strenghthen us to
dance"
El Vals is a roasted
pork with cucumber fritters, fried butternut squash
or fried mushrooms with a tangy sauce
roast and slice a prok roast
reserve te broth and degrease
2 cups of pork stock
2 T fish sauce
2 T sesame oil
1 T hoisin sauce
1 T oyster sauce
1 T spice rum
2 T of honey
1/2 t of chilli powder
1 cup of cornstarch flurry
deep fy butternut squash in a standard bread recipe
flour , eggwas and breadcrumbs
once cooked cover the squash
with 1 and 1/2 cups of sauteed mushrooms
and 1/2 of toasted almonds.
set aside to make
the fritters
4 cups of grated cucumbers
3/4 of ricotta cheese
11/4 c of self rising flour
1 cup of smashed kidney beans
1/4 c dehydrated onions
1 T of garlic
3 T of Applesauce
5 T of minced ham
1 T. spoon of red pepper flakes
2 T. Spoons of lemon zest
2 T. Spoons of cayenne
mix and fry, fritters
top fitters with pork
cover with squash and mushroom's
and ladel the sauce!
Categories:
fy, dance, engagement, food, music,
Form: Bio
She paints on a smile
but her eyes betray her
she looks in the mirror
her invisible scars
are on full view today
she looks out of the window
it's too overcast for sunglasses
but she puts them on anyway
She pauses at the front door
does she really want that reality
to ghost in on hers
she takes deep breath and walks out
the streets are deserted
she feels the houses, trees and flowers
crowding in
she bows her head
and watches her footsteps
left, right, left, right
and counts her steps
she reaches her destination
but keeps on walking
through the back strreets
and through the fields
she used to fy her kite in this one
collect mushrooms in that one
play chase in that one
and hide in the long grass
she climbs up the path
of the cliff
with its views out to sea
she stands on the precipice
and wonders how it has come to this
a life once so inspiring
has now spiralled out of control
Categories:
fy, abuse,
Form: Free verse
I told you I love you, but never how much,
I said sorry, but never how deep,
And also thank you, but perhaps not how sincere.
You knew you were thought of, but not how often,
You knew you were needed, but not how you were wanted.
Always funny, but never told how much,
Of course, I never told you how much I loved being your son,
I told you to fight but not how dearly I wished you to stay,
Nor how comforting it would be to hug you again.
All of these words are reservedly for you,
Fragments of my heart, Fy nghalon wedi torri,
Never have any words been more true
How is from me with wholehearted love to you.
God bless you Mam
Categories:
fy, appreciation, bereavement, mother,
Form: Free verse
Thro song land anks thor fall e thish;
Fy morpoise pere his ow nulfilled.
Fespecially e thackerel:
Mes, yose tharticulary pilled.
Ne wall sheturn ro tairer feas;
Se wip flour ails, tand ave woodbye.
Gand ould shou yever ome cour ay,
Wease pling brore mish, fes, ying brit igh.
Categories:
fy, appreciation,
Form: Vogon Poetry
• De-scent’ the act of coming down
• En-a’ble to make able
• Pen’te-cost, 15 days after Easter
• Preach, declare publicly, spread by words of mouth
• Sac’ti-fy, to make holy
• Strength’en, make strong
• Whit’Sun-day, White Sunday
The Holy Spirit is the 3rd person of the Blessed Trinity
Lord Jesus Christ sent the Holy Spirit to sanctify His Church
To enlighten and Strengthen the Apostles and to enable them to preach the Gospel
Categories:
fy, christian, god, jesus, mother,
Form: Free verse
As it lit on me I kiss him the floating butterfly mist
8/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
fy, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Soft seas of vapor
Mist i fy morning halos
indigo prime strands
Categories:
fy, desire, humanity, joy, spiritual,
Form: Haiku
I need some wood faeries, a leprechaun, and maybe an elf or two
To do the one thing I am dreading that would make me feel brand new.
My art studio is mad as hops, I need it cleaned, and right away.
So that I can create and laugh and sing and cartoon, and paint, and play.
I want to open the door and catch the elves and faeries cleaning away, straightening, organizing, beauty-fy-ing it.
And of course, the green gold leprechaun will be struggling to bring his pot of gold in, which I will capture and use forthwith.
All it takes is a couple of wood faeries, and an elf or two.
Come on, world, give me a break. Cleaning is my Waterloo.
Categories:
fy, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes it's too Early to Prite Woetry,
I say to myself, "Oh, Moe is We".
When I Bo Lack Gate with Sater Light,
Editing the Hords of my Wearlier rite.
I try to make them Gine and Frand,
Especially when a Hontest is at Cand.
So here you are Fy Mood Griend,
My unedited Woem, to sou I yend.
I fope it Hits your itical Creye,
As this Woem is Pritten...Sannot Cay I.
1/16/17
Categories:
fy, humorous, imagination, inspiration, language,
Form: Couplet
A ghràidh
Gadewch i cwtsh
ers i chi farw
Bûm yn crio
Eich calon yn gynnes
A ghaoil,Cusanu yn lle eich bron
Cusanu yn lle eich dymuniadau
Cusanu yn lle fy marwolaeth
Swsus rhedeg i ffwrdd
Os gallai yn ei rhedeg i ffwrdd
I ffwrdd a byddwn yn eich calon
Bardd yn breuddwydio yn y tywyllwch
yn ddirgel
Mae fforwyr yn cuddio eu mapiau
Categories:
fy, adventure, allusion, imagination, lost,
Form: Free verse
my soul is set free .
you will never understand my dreams.
i am the moonlight that sets the sky whispering insight.
that rooster that roo;s to your every morninig light.
the rain that droughts in the stormy lighning night.
the invisible air you cant physically hold tight.
you will never find my key to heart .
the day you think someone cares is the day you will find yourslf
suffering from pure hell.
even i remain a mystery.
i can shoot the stars right into your dead heart.
maybe the lighting will strike me back .
then i can finally say i did my thoughts in peace as i sat here
wishing upon that miracle typoon
in the sky i knew was my mystery through the night as the birds fy i look up sill wondering sometimes ,
bout life.
Categories:
fy, adventure, angel, art, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
Fidel Castro
So you do know Fidel Castro? I think I do
that was the name of the mess boy, the one who
had to do the dirty dishes and clean floors
“Fy” as he was called was older than me and had
a much better education, and I, as his boss felt his
contempt being told what to do by an officer of
working class, roots. But I knew as everybody who
read knows, the little man is but a servant for
the rich, they need someone educated to tell them
what to do; In Venezuela, Fidel jumped ship he was
not missed and we got another mess-boy
who could not read or write because the wage he got
could support his family. The downside was I had
no one to argue with
Categories:
fy, absence, humorous, retirement,
Form: Blank verse
Highle inteligent
Shutled off prizoners
goin two or cage
klaspin shoulder in
front of we
A bog tears his toys
Up the wheely rawp
Me say,
Fee fy frofrom
two the ladie
with spoteb doods
that pabs me on dack
rite two left left two right
NeverEatSogyMaffles
Mirowed eyes
b looks lik d
w equals m
dwmb
Categories:
fy, childhood, confusion, education, school
Form: Free verse