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Who says Love-braising is easy
Growth and affinity
crave
An elusive trigger
A split second of blast
Courage to proclaim. Mindfully. Courage to launch
Courage to ache
Courage to apologize. Awakening. Courage to accept and respect
A long walk to forgiveness
Without my consent
It hurts
Dismantling a dam Inside fatherhood
Ouch
It hurts
Surprise attack dismayed extrovert and introvert
Tune In, QQ
Again
Tune In
Pace self-resilience
Allow vulnerability
But
never mistreatment
Ouch
It hurts
Pause on the edge of open sea
Oh, my darling compassionate man
Painful at times, yet
Surprisingly liberating
Wisdoms slay inner obstacles
Honor and duty endow survivorship
Clinging to cherish deep feelings
River of energy flowing unobstructed
June gloom
Astonishingly spoken
‘I love you’
Love-braising is an insight job
Tune In
One impulsive Saturday morning in Autumn
Quail eggs take all the blames
Quail eggs from Laguna Farmer’s market
Unspeakable - what to do with these weird eggs? Later
that night, FIRST
home-made dinner
was born.
…. recipes, Bill Briwa, olive oils, herbs, wines ……
Raw Appreciation, Organic Acceptance
Flooding the kitchen space; his/her life space.
sizzling
boiling
roasting
braising
simmering
occasionally, a few drops of blood spiced up TLC
Grilling, oh yes, Hallelujah Outdoor Grilling – His joy, his toy!!!
Playing with unregulated fire,
Men, Grill, Fire -- Don’t ask.
My contributions: chopping, seasoning, stirring, dancing to 20’s music
back-scratching
“need just a touch of pepper”, I expressed
“I shall send my mom to you”
“Hmmm, superb sea bass”, “too many savory flavors fighting each other”
My Sweetie chef laughing mercilessly, he declared
My girlfriend becomes a food critic.
It was just like before riding my bicycle along the beach my tire rolls right over a star fish braising bump and scratches on my knee the gulf was thirsty for human blood this year as the manatees floated belly up the pelicans shivered with empty beaks again the school of sharks gathered while the dolphins danced chattered sea urchin washed ashore I put salt water on my wounds feeling sad that the sea turtles rushed back to sea unaware of the mexican oil spill there home covered in black tar I walked my bike passed the book store just in time for bob crab shacks oyster bar funny the owner yelled come on in gal why you looking so blue in that moment the blue oyster became my signature name on the beach the sun shined the breeze blew softly over the nape of my back silence abode over the Caribbean Sea
braising thoughts arose as my lifeless
body huddled in a fetal position i' d completed
thirty hail mary's an yet my macerated flesh
lay still as the sun began
to settle embedding itself almost oh how vain i was
thinking merely of beauty
my beauty taken in an instant on impact
how selfish i was addressing the father how dare you
why this isn't living an yet you promised
i shall die and live i doted on you believing every word
like a faithful child twitching kicking the paramedics
oh what a bad patient scolding the rescue workers
for saving my retched life
do they not see the father in view are they blinded
by the light the sullen hue
that consumed my being torn flesh from my face
ah in my lowliness my wisdom edified
as st anthony strolls by in a distant glare mending me
this sereme endeavor captured
my solace for peace although there was no peace
in my living i'd wandered deeply from earthly realms
a gentle peace in my dying bestowed me
i glanced at the road that swallowed me whole
leaving no sign of life it was then st theresa whispered
you are his child quickly i responded
oh no ma'am i'm not with child thinking only of my figure
she smiled a warm glow and whispered yet again
you are his child she gestured to another woman
st cicelia quite childlike to my eyes
she chanted you are woman you are child
do you understand i responded amidst my sufferage
for the sake of his sorrowful passion
i over stand his divine mercy
Poetry has died replaced
with raining madness cunning
thoughts battered heart
bickering minds the absence
of simplicity a calming time
the laughter of Amos and Andy
reading of Langston Hughes the
braising nesting belligerent from
Ernest Hemingway mingling with
this fondness of Robert frost
the bold sassiness of Maya Angelo
mastering the crafty sinking mental
turmoil of Virginia woolf needing to
die to be heard cradled beneath
painful sighs of Emily Dickenson
brillantly craving morbid hints of a
pastel death blooming tangible
lessonscovenant only by dramatic
hues canvases Jane Austin's youth
bestowing the missing pieces to
caressing thought of the creative
mind separating emotions embracing
thee enchantment of the galloping
Greek muses within a moment of
silence poetry is simply no more
Troubling the soul
When all things seem to be untold, left to one day unfold.
To visit and no one is there. No one seems to care. What has become of you?
What has become of me? Troubling souls innermost parts, battling two halves, of an equation. Half man, half amazing, braising are these thoughts of unyielding might.
Blurred sight, nothing seems to be right.
Slight touch of rough withholdings, days end with a scolding.
Holding on to you, but realizing you can’t be kept.
For every step taken forward, there is an equal amount of steps that are backwards.
Troubling the soul
When the one that consumes your thoughts fought so hard to maintain that inner vibe.
Now launches an attack as your soul dies.
This twist, that turns should you be concerned at how it felt, the day when all was dealt
That final blow
To let go, to see it all crumble right before the ending. Blending all that once was you.
What do you do? When your hands are tied and your heart has flown away?
What is left to say? No more I love you, just days of as we lay continues to play, in the background.
You have been played the fool. Left in a pool of your own drool, suspended animation faced with annihilation, retaliation ending with meditation, the calm after the storm.
Troubling the soul
This is for you big guy
somewhere way up
in that beautiful sky
sweet oleanders danced
the universe collided
sweeping you throughout
this grand galaxy soaring
the wide open granduer
finding me writing
my muse wandering
the shooting stars
igniting the brilliant
illuminating hues
twinkling beacon lights
creating a canvas of prose
between the meeting of the
minds why we meet again
Harry the Horseman gazing
into the Rodanthe watching
the braising stallions sabals
galloping covering the seaside
fond memories arouse
rest well my dear friend
until we meet again
Divided under the cities
streams mapping decisive
endings while toiling about
the beginning boldness
reaching for braising
characters galloping
amidst a certain angst
we’ve devoured nothingness
and opened the sky
with truth thrashing
tempers meaningful tools
craving an emptiness
above the continuous
Bayshore a quiet offering
pelicans landings sinking
yet surrounding the
jaded light house that
withered to soon exposing
only the dim lantern leaning
to one side still brightening
the rippling waves
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
April 7th 2014
getting injections
for traumatic brain injury
Affirmation of there desire
to be together
where what moment
causes others to demysterfy
such togetherness
evidence of a wedding plan
a detailed relationship
us together
through everything
nevermind the weather
catch a glance and mingle
the orange groves of Naples
where the warmth of
a wintery sky
might inspire other
to love and chore
to Love.
Olive oil fused with orange oil
and Garlic oil
A brine for a duck cooked in duck fat
4 jalapeno peppers unseeded diced
cumin
paprika
5 tablespoons of minced ginger
2 cups of brown sugar
1/4 cup salt
1 garlic bulb halved
cumin
paprika
milk
wine
bourbon
onions
chopped fennal bulb
marinafe all night
pan fry duck in duck fat
until golden brown
remove grease from duck, in aa bowl add
2 sticks of butter
1/2 cup of truffle oil
in a bowl season flour
with bread crumbs
cayenne pepper salt
paprika
garlic powder
onion powder
ginger powder
1/3 cup of parmesan cheese
dip duck in butter mix
dust the dusk in flour mix
add to baking pan
and bake duck braising with duck fat and butter and oil
crisp potato's in the fat
they meat glued some duck breast and slow cooked the meat
and sliced it on a pro slicer to they stuffed zucchini
with ham swiss cheese and thinly shaved duck breast.
My mind hungered the untimeliness
of shattered existence above all grave
battered thoughts sullen whispers quiet
hushes I employed to write to empty
oneself into an invisible crowded realm
ecstasy of the soul craving my hearts
glow the brilliant hue that send signals
down my spine as if I'd swallowed the sun
capturing necessity illuminating fields
of joy my bones cringed beneath my flesh
holding my pen I'd write of sadness madness
courage and mirth a rapture awaiting newness
fanatically so the meeting of the minds shall
gather in spite my absence an yet I invited
myself deep inside criticism once again
vaguely I'd remember a time of calm
creating prose and song shaking off
writers block like a bad poisoning
chiseling away at a masterpiece hidden
within the braising wall I'd cleverly built
around myself protecting my craft my work
exposing my scars revealing emptiness
very closely dancing with insanity uncertainty
merely unfolding leaf's binderies of truth of love
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen