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Top of the Food Chain

orange scattered skies 
 an awaited breeze 
 watching the birds 
 form tree to trees 
 a thunder clap 
 we pause..listen..scatter 
 distance dusk howling sounds 
 then the unmistakable movement 
 it slashes, ripping, gurgling moans 
 just a victim of the game 
 on top of the food chain 
 as I walk I cast a shadow long 
 blend in café ridden side walks 
 it’s moves are precise 
 just another prey in life 
 on top of the food chain 
 when you move you leave it clues 
 no doubt it’s on top of you 
 your eyes dart back and forth 
 moving from side to side 
 15 minutes of fame 
 My life on top of the food chain


Zhitellshire

Phytonutrients: They
Cabbage and Turnip Greens
1 tablespoon of basil
1 tablespoon of5 cups of sliced onions
5 cups of sliced red bell pepper
10 cups of sliced cabbage (shredded)
2 cups of turnip greens
1/2 cup of garlic minced
1 can of tomatoes diced
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(carmilize in a 350 degree oven for 35 to 45 minutes)
2 cups of chopped turnips
2 cups of cubed sweet potato
5 cups of diced cubed white potatoes
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9 cups of picnic shoulder broth
2 cups of chopped picnic shoulder fat and meat equal parts
8 Italian sausage casing removed

in a very large pot add pork fat
sausage and pork,
onions, garlic,, bell pepper
let it sautee for 15 minutes.
add broth
and cook turnip greens 
at least for 60 minutes check tenderness
add potatoes cooked turnips, and cabbage cook until the cabbage is done up to 15 minutes.(store bought or home made Potsteamers#30)
reserve some of the pot liquer from the turnips and cabbage
about 3 cups- in a steamer of collender with a pot with a lid
allow to pot stickers to cook0
serve turnips and cabbage with the potstickers!
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Buddy Breathing

We dived on coral reef, my buddy and I,
virtually tethered to stay paired.
He was obsessed with clown fish.
I kept dragging him away,
to see other things.
He kept poking hands at colorful
anemones waving tentacles in the current,
shooing the clown fish away, playing.
Unknowingly his hand slipped into 
a giant clam, which clamped shut on his wrist.
We tried and tried to get the clam to release its grip,
to let his hand free, to let him go.
He and I stabbed with knives, 
cutting and bashing as its soft insides.
All to no avail, the grip just got tighter and tighter.
The current had increased to a mighty surge underwater.
Leaving my buddy now, to go for help, 
was out of the question.
Not enough time, not enough air.
How would I find my way back in the current.
Suddenly my buddy signalled with hand across his throat.
He was out of air!
Our training kicked in we started to buddy-breathe
with my regulator, one breath at a time, in turns.
I looked at my gauge, and was shocked to see
there was only 15 minutes of air left!
With two sucking in air, it would not last that long.
We both stared into each other's eyes.
We knew what we had to do.
I tied a rope tightly around the snared arm
above the wrist.
I drew my knife out of its scabbard.
I took an extra long deep breath.
As we be breathed,
I handed the regulator back to him,
and cut ...........

Leaving Me Behind

Here we are again, you having to pack
When I just got used to having you back
I hate you having to work so far
Wanting to see you doesn’t mean just getting in my car

Inside I shout “can’t you just stay?”
Wishing not another goodbye I have to say
But before I know it you’re on your way

“Passport? Ticket? Here to check in mate?”
“15 minute before you have to be through the boarding gate”
I hate it all and I’m trying to be fine
But every time it’s you going through, leaving me behind

Thousands of miles away
Me being here counting each day
Before I get to have you back
Then again just a while before you have to pack

Again that boarding gate
I absolutely hate
Standing there waving as you disappear in the crowd
Airport announcements oh so loud

Walking to the car
And it feels so far
Because I’m feeling alone
Knowing when I get there you won’t be home

I can’t wait to hear “Here to check in mates?”
“15 minutes before you guys have to be through the boarding gate”
Not having to stay across the line or say goodbye
Maybe then I’d love airports just fine
When you’re not leaving me behind
© BE Bailey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Congress is in Session

When I’m watching the news these days,
I just can’t help but wonder why.
When all of the stories I see,
just makes me want to scream and cry.

They all claim to be an expert,
about how everything should be.
But the only thing reported,
is hate and negativity.

I know I ain’t the smartest man,
to ever shake a wooden stick.
When it comes to the government,
it really makes me so darn sick.

True, we can’t have a perfect world,
of that I’m pretty gosh darn sure.
When our choice on election day,
is between horse or cow manure.

One side says it’ll cost a quarter,
the other wants to spend a dime.
Can’t they just meet in the middle,
and save us all this wasted time.
 
No one can agree on nothing,
all they can do is poke and chide.
Argue about the simplest things,
even with those on their own side. 

I know it should not bother me,
and it really should not matter.
But still, I just can’t help myself,
each time it just makes me sadder.

Seems like everyone nowadays,
wants their 15 minutes of fame.
Looks like the one way to get it,
is to find someone else to blame.
Form: Rhyme


Lunch

I will order in just a minute.
If there’s grilled cheese, I want in on it.
Or maybe I could have some fries.
Which is on the menu to my surprise.
I enjoy a burger on some days.
But maybe not Mondays.
I want mustard on my shirt.
And guacamole on my skirt.
As long as I am full.
I don’t mind the messy toll.
I will order in just a second now.
This lemonade is already making me go “Wow!”
I asked what he recommended.
He says the fish is splendid.
In 15 minutes my order came out.
I wanted to see the delicious food he was talking about.
The fish was good, I took a bite.
But then I felt a new plight…
At the table next to me, a man ordered chicken.
I felt the plot start to thicken.
It looked so good, I wished for a bite.
I had to hold back with all my might.
As the man walked to the bathroom.
I felt sad in this dining room.
I snuck over and stole a little of his food.
It wasn’t much, so it wouldn’t ruin his mood.
But he came back to the table too fast.
I was chewing the chicken with his eyes overcast.
I told him the chicken was just ok.
But I’m glad I ordered the fish today.
Form: Rhyme

Thoughts On Mgk Eminem Diss, It's Just What I Noticed

Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still on,
I guess that scope's just a tele,
with sights and hopes on the tele,
Machine Bun Shelly, 
initials, MBS, Caps empty,
Mostly Bull Sh……
a superficial sipping soup to his belly
or is it breakfast for a serial prodigy, 
steadfast out selling cereal probably,
problems with his intellectual property
so he's just a prop to stop and see.
6'4 and standing taller,
picking on a man, his wife and his daughter,
who needs protection ay,
you're a big and bad ball-less brawler, 
that's the shallowest level you can resort to,
and though it's none of my bees wax, 
you did it to be witnessed and receive plaques,
but it was easy and witless like corny flakes,
the business doesn't need Autotune fakes,
forcing the rhyme like all you want is a smoke,
not literally you'd choke, that's such a weak joke,  
clearly begging for your songs to be bought up,
as if we went from Shady please stand up,
to worshipping a hairband on a no flair brand corrupt
and yeah I admit some of it was good, generous, but look,
with 6 years to write it should have been off the hook, 
this lame ass your best and you took as long as you could,
when your next hits out you'll remember when you last stood,
and you'll be mocked by the only line that was any good,
MGK can't stand up,
that'll get you like Cranbrook,
from Cleveland Ohio,
leave now and fly home.

Note the depth and the many double entendre in this,
written within an hour of hearing that diss,
MGK's peak, now for the diss-appearance,
I've heard you can't write your own lyrical sentence,
that's dense, how you ever gona go the distance,
now go into the distance with your spoon and bowl,
you had your 15 minutes so back to your hole.

Part 2: Picking the rhymes apart and taking a shot, on my page to read now.

* the second line is a double entendre, 
a serious comment about Eminem and a sarcastic one about MGK, you know, cus rhyming beard and weird is amazing haa.
* Hair and safety clip on
* Just a tele, a telescope
* Initials - cus MGK initials but Eminem doesn't M&M
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Baby Oh Baby

in a juicer, juice 
1/4 c of rhubarb
1/12 cups of strawberries
1/4 c of ripe red apple
1 cup of raspberries
1 inch of ginger root
1/4 c balsamic vinegar
simmer to allow mixture
to thicken, add one cup
of granulated sugar
and allow to cool.

one homemade pound cake
cut into about thirteen
slices, roll thin using
a rollin-pin
melt one cup of butter
paint all sides of rolled
cake, place in a preheated
320 oven for about 10-15 minutes
to allow the cakes to crisp
and become cookie like.. 
remove from cookie sheet and allow to cool

1/2 gallon of vanilla bean ice-cream
 2 scopes in a bowl
2 cookies on each side
top with berry jam mixture
add a couple blackberries
and whipped cream to top
sprinkle some roasted 
sunflower seed and serve.
Form: Ballad

The Famous Mo-Tone's Peel

5 cups of cooked rice
1 &1/2 cup of diced polish sausage
1 cup of poached chicken livers crumbled (poached in 1/2 white wine)
3/4 cups of diced onion
1/2 diced celery
1/2 diced green bell pepper
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
3 tablespoons of red bell pepper
3 tablespoons of fish stock
4 tablespoons of olive oil
1 cup of red beans
2 tablespoons of toasted sesame seeds
1 & 1/2 cups of chicken gravy

Sautee veggies in olive oil( onions, garlic ,celery, red peppers),, add sausage and livers add fish stock and red pepper flakes, adjust seasoning, add gravy stir, add the red beans, and top with sesame seeds !


  SNUGGLE WUGGLE
        kissy love

     so the nights
   shall be with you
       you and I
   just you and me
 the way it use to be
   spend sometime
       just loving
     just you and I
     just you and me
      snuggle wuggle
          kissy love
  sweetheart I love you
     sweetheart I care
          sweetheart
           kiss me
       let use sit here
     like the ole times
           when you
     and I had just begun
       together, together
             you and I
               as one !

new York, new York

2 New York Strips (patted dry)
1 teaspoon of garlic powder
1 teaspoon of salt
1 teaspoon of pepper
3 tablespoons of olive oil
2 tablespoons of butter

in a casted iron skillet
(preheated)
add oil, and butter
sprinkle seasoning to all sides of the steaks
place steaks in oil, and sear one side to a crisp sear,
turn and do the same to the other side, ( about 4 & 1/2 minutes on each side)
place in a preheated oven for 15 minutes about medium , and remove
and slather with butter and serve with the rice and beans.


Winky and the Kisser

1 cup of grape juice
1 cup of lemon juice
1/4 cup of apricot brandy
3 cups of sweet wine (red)
serve cold, with strawberry's

Premium Member The Bard

Walked through the woods today, I heard the most miraculous melody. So I ventured towards the direction of this beautiful music. 
As I approached I saw a bard playing a lute as if angels were singing. 
He was surrounded by all kinds of critters and birds, one even sitting on the head of the lute. I wished not to disturb them, so I crouched down behind a tall oak tree, as soon as I did, the bard sang out, “hello friend, why don’t you join us?” Surprised at his awareness of my presence, I stayed silent. 

He then placed his lute against the log he was sitting on and said, “come, come join us.” Reluctantly I slowly and warily approached the log with moss on it that he was sitting on.

So I sat beside him and asked, “are you a magician of some kind?” He laughed and retorted, “no, I am just one with this forest of beings. then holding out his hands with strange looking mushrooms, he said, “take these, for these will allow to see the faerie land that I live in.” Hesitatingly, I thought why not! 

So I took them, and within 15 minutes or so I was transformed into another realm. one where faeries were flying all over the place. And then the king of faeries, Duran, approached me saying, “so what do you think of our real world “? He then added, “there are many worlds that you have not discovered yet, but at least you now know there is more than one.”

White Wolf
© White Wolf  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

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