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Premium Member Grass

With the changing seasons,
I’m the deepest green, sometimes dry and brown
I ‘m tall and wave when the wind blows
Or sometimes short when I am freshly mown.

I’m like a green thick lush blanket
Sometimes used in sports fields
For golf, football or cricket, baseball and softball
I am very durable with contact play.

Warmed by nascent sun gentle rays
They walk on my uniform soft blades
With confidence, giving-way under their feet
Sometimes I’m damp and cool.

If, I’m brown and dry stubble
A crunch beneath their feet you will hear.
I reclaim the earth and thrive.
My shoots stand tall to reach the sky.

I so enjoy the brightness of the day
And cool air after fresh rain-shower.
I shelter earth and insects and what matters
And maybe a dandelion or two in the spring.



8/25/2023
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Mississippi's John Grisham

I made a firm commitment long ago
	to read great novels frequently, not just
	when I had time to kill or took a class
	in college, for then reading was a must.

	I love suspense involving clients, laws,
	and litigators. I have come to see
	the ones that hold, for me, the most
	are found in the library, Section G.

	I've a confession. I first read a book
	by this great writer twenty years ago
	when an associate whom I esteemed
	convinced me his is work that all should know.

	I learned of what inspired him early on:
	his decade as a lawyer, Harper Lee,
	and hearing a young girl speak of her rape.
	His passion for the truth would be the key.
						
	When I read Grisham's novels, I'm enthralled
	with every plot and subplot, those details
	that loop and wind, connecting when the time
	is right. Each ending's smooth. He never fails.
								
	His characters could walk right off the page--
	the saints and devils, all those in-between.
	The themes are realistic, relevant;
	the settings, sometimes places I have seen.

	His novels often make me laugh out loud.
	That's right--these books on graft and other crimes!
	The funny parts just underscore the theme.
	His sense of humor shines so many times.

	Best sellers have long been his claim to fame,
	but he has other interests as well.
	He campaigns to set free the innocent
	who languish in the jails and prison cells.

	This Christian former Legislator's love
	extends to baseball, home, and family.
	Our state is proud to claim him as our own;
	and his success, we're truly glad to see.


I included some of his novel titles.
	

March 9, 2019, entered in Kai Michael Neumann's Book Worm Contest
Form: Quatrain

Mind Blown

Once twin towers stood.
In the city king kong  fell in love.
Yellow taxi's swarm like stripeless bees.
and a sky line thats silhouted on your mind.
with police sirens screaming 
and broadway calling.
Times Square lights hurting your eyes. 
With Central park its breathing lung 
a countryside  oasis in a concrete corsett.
Greenwich village with its arts and crafts
and wall streets big business and brash. 
United nations share this town.
musical and big fight nights. 
basket balls  globe trotters strut thier funky stuff.
and the yankees play class baseball. 
all in all 
new york as blown my mind.

Premium Member More Ups Than Downs

Life has many ups and downs
Personally more ups than downs
A happy long life with many more years
A bunch more smiles than frowns

Surely one of the fortunate ones
The genes were a very huge factor
Ten kids and us at a baseball game
In the bleachers, we had our own sector

Nine were girls and then li'l ole me
The talk of our little old burg
The Ellison's have finally produced a boy
Biggest news our town had heard

Dancing in the streets, parties all night
A celebrity at a tender young age
Predicted to be spoiled with all those girls
To fawn over this sweet wee babe

Turned out sweet, a stunning specimen
Can still bring it to everyone
It's getting tougher and tougher, though
That's about it and I'm done!

Well that's my life in a nutshell, my friends
Unique I guess you could say
In this day and age of smaller families
Our story is rare nowaday
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member One Time In Nursery School

One time when I was in nursey school, Miss Shanahan had everyone sit in a circle and one-by-one say what we wanted to be when we grow up.

It was what you’d expect…
Doctor
Firefighter
Astro naught
Truck driver
Race car driver
Veterinarian
Police officer
Movie star
Baseball player
Actress
Princess
Detective
Engineer…and the like

Then it was my turn:

“What do you want to be when you grow up Bobby?”
I thought about it a minute, and said
“God.”

That threw her for a loop.

There was no braggadocio.
No narcissism, no conceit, no misplaced pride
I didn’t think I had a shot at it or anything.
Just seemed to me it would be the top job.

Can’t blame me.


A Beagle Named Sniffer

The beagle with a brown tail really stood out
for his high intelligence and good behavior; 
he looked up to me as his rescuer and savior,
he was well-loved by me, he had no doubt.   

I sought a related name for his sniffing cognition, 
" Sniffer " seemed the perfect one I deemed;
very remarkable was his sensory perception,
I was stunned by this beautiful and gifted breed.   

Out into the empty baseball field we often went,
I threw my hard ball and he caught it instantly;
I sat down and he ran to me breathing heavily
and licking my face, he smeared it with his scent.

The beagle with a long brown tail was rarely quite;
he had gorgeous eyes more brilliant than a lapis stone;
they winked and shone while I fetched his cookie bone...
many afternoons we chased rabbits to beguile time. 


Entered in Laura Loo's contest,
" I Love My Pets "
Written on 1/ 24/2016
Form: Rhyme

What a beautiful morning

Beliefs about eldest children and marriage generally fall into two categories: cultural or religious traditions that dictate older siblings must marry first,Ode aan de kutthe younger, the younger brother who marries before the elder, the female with whom such a marriage is contracted, [the father] who gives her away, and the sacrificing pries.........The Sheeps of the field will be the meats for our festival.


10 pounds of ground lamb or
2#  ground lamb
4#  ground pork
2# ground turkey
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6 # of gluten free dough
See Recipe)
Extracting gluten from dough is a mechanical washing process that separates water-soluble starches from the sticky, elastic protein matrix. Often used to make seitan (a plant-based meat substitute), the process takes about 1-2 hours and yields a spongy, rubbery mass. 
1. The Step-by-Step Extraction Process
Mix the Dough: Combine 4 cups of regular or whole wheat flour with about 1.5 cups of water in a mixing bowl until a soft, shaggy dough forms. 
Knead: Knead the dough vigorously for 8-10 minutes until it becomes smooth and elastic, which develops the gluten network. 
Rest: Submerge the dough completely in cool water and let it rest for 30-60 minutes to relax the gluten. 
Wash the Starch: Gently massage the dough in the water. The water will turn cloudy and milky as the starch washes away. Drain the cloudy water and refill the bowl with fresh, clean water. 
Rinse: Repeat this process (submerging, squeezing, and replacing the water) 6-10 times. You will know you are finished when the water remains almost entirely clear and you are left with a rubbery, web-like ball of pure gluten
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3.5 cup of carmelized onion
2 carmilized red bell pepper
3 T thyme
4 T red pepper flakes
 1/4 lime juice
2 T cumin
2 c minced olives
2 Tablespoons of cayeene pepper
1/4 cup minced garlic
/2 c of brandy
5 anchovies diced minced fine.
4 cups of chopped mushrooms
2 c shredded mozzorila

mix in a large mixer until smooth
add 7 eggs
5 cups of panko crumbs
 mix form log sauage like loaves sweker
line a baking pan and bake until an internal temperature of 160°F

lime juice and honey
and rum
cayeene pepper glaze
form
Form: Ballad

Algarve

Algarve

The cold northerly wind has died down
if it wants to blow it can do so in July and August
when the heat is unpleasant, and the birds and I sit under or in trees
the time of year when the sun is an enemy.
It is the immense clear sky in Algarve that attracts me, not 
the beaches, and the smell of suntan lotion I can do without.
No other country has such pure air it brings the best in people
even the Nordic become mellow and malleable in Portugal.
We are having lunch in Albufeira they tend to cater for
the English palate, food without garlic and onions are not food,
I rather drive to Almodovar and eat Pernil with cabbage 
and inhale the aroma of garlic, but not today, perhaps next week
if all is well with the world
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Pre-School Graduation

We weren't privy to Part I
(Just parents were invited)
But Part II was arranged so
No one extra would feel slighted.

The children came up to the stage
In pairs as every teacher
Announced their names and what
They'd like to be, a charming feature.

From astronaut to ninja,
Princess, baseball player, vet,
Even architect (our Henry),
Most will change their minds, I'd bet.

But you never know exactly what 
The future holds in store.
Will Henry's blueprints be the ones
We've all been waiting for?

That crossed my mind and then the children
Sang a little tune
And somehow pre-school's over...
Just a little bit too soon.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Family Highway Time

I woke in the backseat ‘cause sleeping is what I did - -
I hid when we had a many state, family vacation ride.
Daddy said that this time, we would drive straight thru five.

Mama’s hair back was smashed headrest flat cause Sis
pressed against her and they were sleeping like that.
Brother was pressing his back window with his face,
his nose smearing glass, his amusement surely in place.
Dad was focused on a radio baseball game.
Seeing all was good, I found my travel toy case
for safe car play.  In no time, pretending took me away.

Soon, noise-crazy frightening, sound attacked and blurred.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD!” was Dad’s first reaction heard.
A lot of horns HONKED with urge, several SWERVED, 
two almost BANG converged, others FLEW off the road.
Sirens blared, well-lit, brakes were hit, Dad cussed a fit,
Mama and sis stirred.  Mama murmured something like ‘absurd’,
while Dad let loose the worst of his really bad, ugly words.

Quickly, I let go of the toy I was holding out my window.
Who knew Slinky's at eighty miles per hour weren’t simple?
Then, without uttering a single concern,
I faked sleep as though I’d never emerged.
For hours my parents could be heard wondering
what had caused traffic to be so disturbed
and thanking God our family wasn’t hurt.
Form: Narrative

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