Mid Autumn, Saturday 6.30am
and daybreak is slowly climbing
over the back fence.
Frank O'Hara's poetry is still
echoing in my head from reading
it last night as I cook breakfast
of bacon and eggs.
Later I walk up the street
to the chemist to get
my blood pressure pills
and as I walk, compile arguments
against Postmodernism
and recognise that the notion of
the transcendental
sits at the centre of my beliefs.
I cannot abandon meaning.
Later, I prepare a leg of lamb
for baking along with potatoes,
pumpkin and carrots. Childhood
breaks through as I open
the oven door and a blast
of heat hits my face.
I am persuaded now
by the arguments
of the Universalist or else
there is nothing at all.
After dinner I sit quietly
with my wife. The evening
is coming on and the sound
of crickets filter in through
the front screen door.
I have much to be thankful for
but I feel sad. I am not sure
if it's just the early dark or having
to let go of the last line
of this poem and slip back
into the heavy silence
of myself.
Brush strokes
The sky this afternoon had odd clouds
looked like icebergs floating on pink air
The seagulls took refuge on my terrace.
A grey wolf with a leg of lamb scratched
on the door, I let it in.
when preparing the meat, the wolf left
down the hall that was dimly lit
I asked no question
I remembered a Russian painter of black forests
and dark red sky I think he was foresighted
therefore, sent to a Gulag.
The sea in the bay is dark with white spots
the Russian has gone mad, was his name Kozlovski?
Back in the hall where the wolf had disappeared
left a pile of dung as proof, in case, I thought
it was a dream.
5 Tablespoons of honey
5 Tablespoons of pommagranite molassass
5 tablespoons of Cayeene pepper
2 Tablespoons of mace
5 tablespoons of ground ginger
5 tablespoons of ground garlic
5 tablespoons of ground pepper
5 tablespoons of fennel seeds
5 tablespoons of lime juice
5 tblespoons of dried Cilantro
1 Tablespoons of Bourbon
3 tablespoons of brownsugar
mix lime, honey, molassass and bourbon and brown sugar.
rub on de-boned leg of lamb.
Mix spices and rub on lamb. Allow to marinade for 24 hours.
roast medium well.
slice and allow for those who wish well done to have there's broiled to desired doness.
Serve with a salad! and Wine.
Or potatoes and gravy.
or a savory sqash dish.
Aint knowing like loving, enjoy!
One leg of lamb
Fish stock
Lemons
Cayenne
Rosemary
Thyme
Onions
Garlic
Soy sauce
Tomato paste
Olive oil
Grated Ginger
MSG
Buttermilk
Marinade overnight. BBq rare, cook fork tender
In 6 cups of vegetables stock.
Cook. Strain and make a sauce.
Make your best pie dough.
Mash 4 cups of potatoes
3/4 turkey bacon diced cooked
1 cup of swiss cheese
Cream cheese
chopped jalepeano peppers
Salt and pepper
Cayenne
Roll dough make turnovers
Deep fry or bake
Casears Salad with garlic bread, and boiled eggs!
Make Churros
Some
Butter
Flour
Eggs
Serve with fruit, sweetened goat cheese and fruit!
Now that's Supper!
Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock
And woe betide if we were late
it would be on the table
upon our plate
and steaming hot
Whether we were there or not
Nowadays it’s just for one
Has somehow lost appeal
To sit alone now on my own
I really don’t enjoy
Those crispy roasted spuds
with golden Yorkshire puds
buttered carrots ~ roasted parsnips
on my plate roast leg of lamb
a generous dollop of minty sauce
with thick meaty gravy piping hot
Three cheers for the cook
Three cheers for the host
I can almost taste it ~ I can almost smell it
Ma always cooked the best Sunday roast
Now my grandson is a vegan
his girlfriend she is too
my granddaughter a veggie
oh what am I to do
I cannot beat them
so I will join them
nut roast now my Sunday roast
but I'm still yearning for the taste
of Ma’s on the dot at one o'clock
her Sunday roasts delectable
each mouthful unforgettable...
Written 4 July 2021
Contest A BRIAN STRAND JULY 4
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Shall I liken you to a leg of lamb?
You are more toothsome than marrow bone.
Though cuds do crop in Jersey cow and ram,
And all have great fondness for spam and prawn.
On winters cusp, hot roast lamb reigns sublime,
And often the gravy broth most slurpy;
And juicy parts fine as most fine wine,
By chance, both your legs are shapely;
Let not our leggy longings limply fade,
Nor droop to bagginess nor wilt or falter,
Nor lambkin legs brag on being so well made,
When in time all pegs wither and alter.
So long as there are gams to praise and thanks,
So do I, love your thighs above all other shanks
My pork chop ran off with a leg of lamb
Had a car accident and I mean - BAM!
The first one on the scene was my sweet old gram.
Luckily she had her video cam.
Filmed the lovers running on the lam.
We laugh at that tape whenever we can!
Orange marmalade jam
may be quite tasty on ham
Yet I prefer gravy
on roast leg of lamb
Laugh out loud! I keep kosher.
What do I know about ham?!
The painter
The sky this afternoon was odd clouds
looked as ice-bergs floating on pink air
the seagulls kept their distance.
A grey wolf scratches on my door
I let it in
had a leg of lamb it ate it all then fell asleep
Then it wanted to leave and, I saw it disappearing
In the dim lit hall, I asked no question.
But made me think of a Russian painter who
painted the trees black with a red background
and you could sense wolves starring at you.
The sea in the bay is dark with white spots has
the Russian gone mad painting the sky and not
telling anyone. I wonder if his name was Kalovsky
not that I know but the name sound Russians.
I go back into the hall the wolf has gone but it
left a pile of dung as prove it had been there.
Give thanks to the God of Abraham
With a juicy leg of lamb
He always keeps His word
With a bass voice have you heard?
Truly Horrible Poetry
The pagan grass in the meadow crackled with a crunch
Stepped on by insects who called themselves bugs
The grass had long yellow teeth and braces from the sun
Flowers opened up their big fat mouths
And yelled at morning, “Gimme some pistils!”
“I want to shoot someone!”
Mary had a little leg of lamb and a gun
She got obese on lamb and shot her pistol
No more flowers for any one
They lay dead in the field for talking filthy
Birdies in the trees knitted their nests
They showered Mary with obscenities
She sneezed at them and then went home to rest
A weekly meal at home
Pork chops boiled in sour kraut
But there’s another good luck meal
I’d like to tell you about
My big brother served our country
During the Vietnam War
He said the Navy fed him well
But there was a dish he longed for
Each letter he sent had lines blacked out
Censors concealed his whereabouts
The only sentences left intact
Were about the lamb he couldn’t live without
One Sunday Mom made leg of lamb
Thinking Artie was still in the Pacific
When unannounced, he walked through the door
Our “best luck” meal was terrific
*Entry for Russell's "Good Luck Meal" Contest
Underneath the tree so grand
Sit many boxes beautifully wrapped;
Packaged with discerning hands;
Gifts by God’s love enveloped.
Giving is the greatest blessing;
Far greater than to receive,
But at Christmas we enjoy both,
Except the very poor and grieved.
So let’s think about the needy,
This very special Christmas Day;
Give generously of food and gifts
To those in need and pray.
Pray for folk who are grieving,
When happiness should be their lot.
We often forget to pray for others;
Let your prayers not be forgot.
When the gifts have all been given
And the tree looks somewhat bare,
It’s time to enjoy the delicacies
That loving hands did prepare.
Whether it be roast turkey,Or a leg of lamb and gravy,
Let’s remember the hands of the Giver,
And the blessed Christmas story!
Let’s thank God for His Christmas gift;
The greatest gift of all time.
The gift of our shepherd and Savior,
Born so miraculously divine.
This is the real reason,
We celebrate at Christmas;
Give thanks for all our blessings
Of hope, peace, joy and happiness.
Maureen LeFanue
Leg of lamb with rosemary
Herb sauce and berries
Mouth-watering aroma
Blend of paprika
Get a plate in haste
Such a great
Taste!
Nice!
Easter crust
Slice of delicious
Tasty gingerbread
Baked with touch a Easter wine
Going to my head
Ready to royally dine!
© Joseph, March 19, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
This poem about a delicious dish starts with the regular format of seven
syllables in the first line, and it progresses down to one syllable in the seventh
and last line. However, the second section starts with an inverse of the first
section, whereby the poem starts with the seventh and last line of one syllable
and ends with the first line of seven syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and
inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was created by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.
Little Bo Peep,
Won't let me sleep....
Cause her G'arld darn sheep
Bray to keep,
Me forever awake in pain...
So in desperation,
I came up with a plan...
I'd buy and eat,
Naught but sheep,
To eradicate them from this world...
Lamb chops and eggs for breakfast
Double lamb chops and mint jelly for lunch,
Crown leg of lamb for dinner,
And more lamb chops,
And with my nightly TV, more
Lamb chops on which to munch...
For 16 years I kept this up,
My favorite movie,
Silence of the lambs,
When slowly I began to notice,
I was growing white fuzzy hair,
I began to bray sheepishly,
What more could I say?
I nibbled on the lawn
A neighbor shot at me at dawn
I grew hoofed feet,
Counted people jumping a fence
To aid in sleep
Slowly did I realize,
It was people sounds
That kept me up,
Now what do I do?
You can't order humans to go,
Or buy in a supermarket....
Guess I was doomed
To this sheepish life
So I'd better grow to like it!
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