Long All purpose Poems
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Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles.
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness.
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness.
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying.
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles.
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven.
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps.
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation.
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness.
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch.
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy,
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes,
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters,
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders,
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness,
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras
Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from
An extreme hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in
An eternal suffering
Believing is a calm state
and tonight i can believe.
For example, 'the sun is a rare
gem whose center is a perfect
diamond.'
But as of now the moon is argent-
silver and smiles with glimmer.
The diamond-flame.
Believing is a living color
and my mind the canvas of purpose.
Tonight i feel; 'thoughts are bursting
orange in conviction when spurned
by confidence.'
But as of now the paint brush is dry
and all purpose as turned a shade blue.
Tonight i can believe. i can believe
in any thing with passion.
i believe my heart.
it is true.
:: 09-16-2018 ::
Two men went to spy Jericho
Before Israel conquered it;
They lodged in Rahab's house,
She hid them on her roof.
Their only means of escape -
A line of rope that led them down the wall
To safety.
They embraced that line of rope red,
They embraced life.
Rahab, a not-so-honourable woman of Jericho,
Feared the God of Israel;
She hid those spies,
She saved their lives
By giving them that escape rope -
Their lifeline.
When she wanted to save herself and her family,
They gave her the same rope
Of safety.
She embraced that line of scarlet thread,
She embraced life.
From my childhood, I've read such stories,
True stories of faith and life.
When I wanted solutions to my problems,
I got the same lifeline
For safety.
And when I embraced these lines I read,
I embraced life.
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8.7.16
{Rahab got her name etched in history (Matthew 1:5) by this act of faith. She is one of the four women mentioned, in whose line Lord Jesus Christ took birth}
{Her story is found in the book of Joshua 2 and Hebrews 11: 30,31}
Mother was a genius when it came to recyclin' flowery flour sacks,
Durin' The Great Depression to provide duds for her family's backs!
With her trusty pedal Singer Sewin' Machine she turned out a horde,
Of decent apparel that we could ill afford from Montgomery-Ward!
In gym class I could usually find a locker behind which to cower,
So as not to reveal my drawers toutin' 'Gold Medal Self-Risin' Flour'!
The shirts she made sported gaudy prints of petunias and roses,
And various critters such as unicorns and monkeys in silly poses!
Sacks made fancy bloomers for sister that advertised 'Baker's Delight',
Plus tawdry dresses, blouses and skirts, but with her that was alright!
'Pillsbury's All-Purpose Flour' graced the back of shirts worn by Dad!
Others were more subdued when Mom found a sack of simple plaid!
I reckon city folks thought we country folk looked kinda weird and funny,
Paradin' around in altered flour sacks, but there wasn't very much money,
Left for fancy things after Pa bought shoes and put grub on the table!
But, with a wink and spare change, he treated us to ice cream when able!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Judy Konos' "Whatever Happened To Flour Sacks" Contest
They are my lucky pants, they come with me wherever
They are my lucky pants, we will always be together
They are navy blue nylon, not cotton or leather
They are all purpose jogging pants for any kind of weather
They are pants that are worn for all of the seasons
I travel with my lucky pants for many different reasons
They are not too hot and not too cold, my traveling pants will never get old.
We been to New Orleans, Texas and even Alabama
We traveled to Maryland, Atlanta, Memphis and D.C
They went to Colorado, Florida and Vegas with me
We went to New York, London and then back to the states
We travel by car, bus or plane, whatever it takes
Whether worn or not, they’re coming for the flight
Wear them for my wedding um, I don’t know, I just might
They are my lucky pants, I will have them like forever
They are my lucky pants, get rid of them? Never!
No matter how far we travel into the universe
No matter how many worlds we conquer
Or marvelous civilizations we meet
No matter how many strange creatures we study or dissect
No matter how far into the past we probe
No matter how many words we write, or read
There is always one step further; one more word to pen
One more iota of information to uncover.
Our great storehouses of knowledge do not help us survive
Though we hope it will; we must believe we will survive
Upon that one more grain of knowledge we all desire to know
That which is just knowing: will we be forever alive.
Not as a race, not through works of art
Not from words of wisdom
But the egoistic Self, the person, the lonesome mind
What matters if there is or is not a god?
The question is merely: Will I be forever.
That there is life beyond life
Is the dream, the hope, the blind misbegotten certainty
Are we not like a drop of water
That quenched a thirst for knowledge
Then evaporated, but still exists?
When no more doubt remains
Then shall humanity crumple and fade from the universe
No longer possessed
Of divine quest
No longer needing to survive in this land
When another so surely waits.
For now, the starships search the outer realms
The pen transcribes the mind
While seldom do we stop to reflect
That if the destination were ever in hand
We will have lost all purpose.
circa 1973
All greatness,
All of life's meaning,
All purpose
Held in the babies hand
Held in the babies skill,
Held in the 5th blocks willingness to stack
Carefully the baby rose the block
Carefully the baby laid the roof of the tower,
Carefully the 5 blocks crumbled down.
The baby learns that the 5th block is impossible,
The baby question if it is wrong,
The baby realizes that it is its own lack of skill.
Retry the same game
Retry the same strategy
Retry the same tools.
Same results,
Same anger,
Same feelings of self depreciation.
The game doesn't teach us creativity,
The game doesn't teach us stability,
The game teaches us insanity and familiarity to failure.
Using a fruit and veggie jucier
juice
1 small onion
2 clove of garlic
3 medium cucumber
1/2 cup of apple
1/2 lemon
1 Tablesoon of fresh rosemary
measure 1 cup
add to
1 cup of milk
makes 2 cups of Savory Mil------------------
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1 cup savory milk (recipe above)
1/2 cup (minus 2 Tablespoons) unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
4 teaspoons sugar
1 teaspoon table salt
2 cups of all-purpose flour sifted
8 large eggs whisked in a bowl
In a 3-quart stainless-steel saucier or saucepan, combine water (or milk), butter, sugar (if using), and salt.
et over high and and cook until liquid comes to a rolling boil and butter has fully melted, about 2 minutes (the small butter cubes should be fully melted just about at the same time the liquid hits a strong boil).
Remove from heat and add flour. Using a wooden spoon or stiff silicone spatula, thoroughly mix in flour until no lumps remain make sure to find and squish out out any stubborn one
Return saucepan to medium-high heat and cook, stirring very frequently, until dough registers 175°F (80°C) on an instant-read thermometer; if you don't have a thermometer, other signs the dough is ready include a thin starchy film forming all over the inside of the saucier and the dough pulling together into a cohesive mass.
To use a stand mixer: Transfer dough to a stand mixer fitted with the paddle and beat at medium speed until dough registers 145°F on an instant-read thermometer (you need the dough cool enough that it doesn't cook the eggs when they hit it).
Say, where would I find God?
In every sense I do seek God,
For all purpose a God He'll be
But He will be more like me.
He will endure the life I live,
He'll struggle and He'll strive,
Thru the dark days and sunshine
He'll be more human than divine.
Then He can lend me a hand,
By my side, firm He'll stand,
He'll jump with joy when I win,
And turn a blind eye when I sin.
Then everything will be fine with me,
If I can just touch Him, hear and see,
To whom I can simply say,
Stand by me, Lord, to thee I pray.
Right next to me will then be my heaven,
My true confession, my instant salvation...
Alas, it's just a whim, a wistful thinking,
God remain defiantly taciturn, forever hiding!