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If you judge food with the quantity put before you
Then my first choice will be the Victoria Hotel*.
On Sunday lunch, food is too plentiful, makes you blue.
There we will eat so much it will make our tummies swell.
In my travels, I had times when food was super great.
Like when in sunny Ireland we drove up a high hill.
Fragrant smell of seafood, an inevitable bait,
And who cared about driving, chilled white wine was a thrill.
Athens and the Acropolis, a sight to explore.
We descended on foot and found a farm that served meals
We poured some white wine I had never tasted before,
Various cuts of lamb tastefully spiced, worth the deals.
One surprise was in Switzerland, on a mountain high.
My wife and I opted for a trout for the first time.
It was deliciously tasteful, we could almost fly.
We shared a second helping, costed many a dime.
I suppose there are other good times when food excelled,
But Urk in Holland was my biggest surprise of all.
A shack near the sea served food but not even a smell
We ate the finest fresh sole, the chef we had to call.
But the worst food I partook in was in old Brazil
Only meat and hormone-fed chicken, cooked with no skill.
NB The Victoria Hotel is situated in Sliema, Malta, not far from where I live. The food there is always first class, except for the wine :)
A GROUP OF AMERICAN AND MEXICAN AND EASTERN EUROPEAN RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS MEET A GROUP OF OPPOSING RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS FROM
SOUTH AMERICA, NORTH AMERICA, RUSSIA, EYGYPT, AUSTRIALLA, GERMANY AND CHINA, AND AFRICAIN COMPANIES WERE REPRESENTED BY A
WEALTHGY AVOCATE FROM NORTHERN AFRICA.
THEY MEET IN CANAD, TO DISCUSS THE CURRENT CONDITION OF WRESTLING.
THEY WANTED TO GET INVOLED WITH THE MODERN TECHINEQUIES OF ENTERTAINMENT TYPE RASSLIN. THEY HIRED TWO FIRMS TO RESEARCH THE CREATION OF AN ALLIANCE THAT RECOGNIZE ON WORLD CHAMPION, AND TWO WORLD TAGTEAM CHAMPIONS. THEY WANTED RECOGNITION FROM, THE RASSLIN WORLD, THE AMATUER RASSLIN WORLD,THE BOXING WORLD, THE SOCCER WORLD, AND JUDO, CATTLE RANCHERS, RODEO, AND FOOTBALL, AND BASEBALL.
THEY WANTED THESE SPORTS TO RECOGNIZE THE ALLIANCE BETWEEN THESE PEOPLE. AND THE RECOGNITION OF THEIR CHAMPIONS.THE COMPANY WOULD BE HEAD QUARTERED IN CANAD, AND AMERICA AND RUSSIA AND CHINA, AND IN BRAZIL. THEY WOULD CREATE A RECOGNIZABLE PRODUCT THAT WOULD SET THE STANDARDS FOR HOW, TECHNIQUIE RASLIN WOULD BRING ARTFUL AND SKILLFUL TYPE OF RASSLIN BACK TO THE FORFRONT OF WRESTLING.
THEY HAD ORDINARY PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD TO BUY STOCKS, FROM THEY MAIN COMPANY, AND THEY WOULD SEND RASSLER FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD INTO TOWNS, GIVING OUT DISOCOUT COUPONS TO FILL
THE AREANAS.
IT WORKED. THEY FOUND WAYS, TO HAVE CONTEST, THAT PAIDED LARGE PURSES, BUT REQUIRE ALOT OF PEOPLE AND A LARGE RALLY PRICE.
THEY MADE MONEY BUY SELLING EXSPENSIVE TICKETS AND GIVING OUT SMALLER PRIZES. IT WORKED. IT WAS BETTER THAN THE LOTTERY.
I was filled with myopic adventure
Excitement, thrills and amour
I was off to Brazil
Who I ask? Could ask for anymore?
I was there with my butterfly net
For I was destined to capture beauty at sunset
So sure, this was my regal duty!
I captured love, within my fragile enticing naive heart
Holding on to the butterfly
Was for sure not the easy part
For my heart was a flutter
As the butterfly soared in the winds
It turns out love had captured me
The butterfly escaped, loved but free
So on the forest floor I wept
The rains of my tears, as Amazon’s condemned guest
Flooded with sadness, rusty bullets meant for the masses
Riddled with broken heart and cracked glasses
Even the wine I could not keep, love always leaks
The jungle consumes all, even loves so deep
If only a kiss was a kiss was a kiss
That held hope for a lover however amiss
Yet it was a passion, but for a moment in precious time
That ran away with the next thunder and hells lightening
Love can not always rhyme
Sucking Stones- gods Without Names
gods without names make for perfect sucking stones
Licking the dirt around them on the ground in gray
No faces, sounds or animation
Imagination is astounding
Stones never move alone
Stand there with no fan fare solid as a rock
Waiting for care and prayers
Love your stones but never name them
Line them up in rows of seven
Rain will come if it comes to purify
Sucking stones are free and come from nature
No flavor to speak of but minerals shine in abundance
Let them rest on Tuesdays
Never ever chew your gods
If they dissolve in the mouth so what
The end is near
Stones don't grow on trees, can't be replaced
gods without names have no leaves or diseases
End up on beaches in Brazil under palm trees
The tomato is the Kamikaze
of the kitchen ...
every day in droves or
sliced ??..
The onion is offered
all life ... all over
naked, defoliation in all
veins ... covers ...
Garlic is full of proud ...
Does not attend
in all dishes ... only comes
to be a partner in spice ...
Eggplant is a lucky fellow,
rarely comes to war ...
Almost never is summoned
to be eaten ...
Chuchu ... come on pet
dear ... serves God,
and everybody ... in the salad
and in the juice ...
Lettuce, it's buddy
trendy to classics,
live on high elite,
in the mouth of the muses
and artists ...
Bunny Carrot,
and eye fortifier ...
It comes together in salads,
and it's cake batter ...
Asparagus, it's fine stuff ...
just adores high society ...
Loves the bourgeoisie,
and it doesn't appear on every fair ...
Jerimum, known and
called pumpkin,
but loves to be called
of zucca, or zapallo ...
Azafran ... is snobby ...
Don't even talk of saffron,
this distant poor cousin ...
But it is delicious in rice ..
This already proved is fact, ...
Said to be Spanish, but it is
from Egypt...
Some others I'll just name ...
Maxixe, is for those who appreciate ...
Many dance the rhythm from Brazil ...
Okra has drool and beard
and some sticky taste ... there
in MINAS with chicken
it looks tasty ...
And the cilantro ... ah! .. for
who eats it ... I ...
I do not ...!
Cumin ... makes spice,
a care for you to dreams ...
Without cumin I eat everything
alone ...
Finally the POTATO ...
Bread of the poor and the rich ...
Packaged in salad, cooked,
French fries ... potateee,
Kartofen ... how tasteful ...!
You have fought in many wars,
saved many lives ...!
To wear or not wear a mask that is the question found poems
To wear or not wear a mask
Is the question
That bedevils the world
From Brazil to the White House
Ohio and Texas
The call has gone out
Wearing a mask
Means you are a liberal weak sissy man
Or woman Listening to the government’s propaganda
Real American patriots
don’t need to wear a damn mask
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
. Well, not in Ft. Bend County.
We will not trample on the individual rights
of Texans to provide
a false sense of security.
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
I have 826 staff at the Ft. Bend Sheriff’s Office.
We interact with the public daily.
In 3 months, I’ve had just 2 officers test positive.
I have over 800 inmates
and staff in the jail
and not a single positive test.
NOT ONE.
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
No one’s been hospitalized.
Except in Houston and other
Godless cities
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
Here in FT Bend
The blood of Jesus
Will protect
The good christians
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
Only non-Christian heathens
Are catching the ***********
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
I encourage people to wear a mask
if they have one,
I encourage people
to wash their hands frequently,
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
I encourage people to do
the right thing to help
protect our most vulnerable,
But wearing a mask
That is a step too far
parmesean shrimp pasta and loaded cheese grits
southern chicken tenders and rice pilaf
hot buttered cornbread and butterscotch pudding for dessert
two bottles of water, some multivitamins, and an alluring oceanfront view
a unique collection of music i made similar to an 8 track i had in the early 80s
let me see....morning sunrise-weldon irvine....lovely day-bill withers....
moonlight feels right-starbuck....kiss you all over-exile....the tide is high-the paragons
....simple things-minnie riperton....look around-sergio mendes and brazil '66....
a little stan getz, a taste of michael franks, and an alluring oceanfront view
i sit here now in complete silence
a few people with flashlights are having a good time like i am
race, color, and presentation does not matter here in this vibe
i fall asleep with a smile of pure contentment on my face
i do not worry about the inevitable departure
i do not worry about what is waiting for me when i get home
i do not even worry about time or place
i just amass myself in the heavenly bliss of the moment....thank the Lord....and rejoice
New Year and Sex
So, already many things happened to Pele, the great Brazilian footballer
died but was crowned the king of Brazil for all time.
Closer to home Ronaldo the super footballer feels resentful and thinks
he is grumpy not being admired enough tells us he has won
everything there is to win in Europe, and now he is off to win more in Arabia
Ronaldo never understood the difference between love and self-love.
Little Messi wears his Bisht, not being wordy and says nothing.
Christianity is no longer relevant, a new faith that unites the world
is a balloon flying in the air, and a zero-sum game ensures that every
team wins once in a while.
The war in Ukraine rumbles on, helped by the USA, like nothing better
enticing the bear using NATO as bait.
Terror cedes of the nuke stupid people think it cannot be that bad if
one sits in the shade indoors, and the bomb falls somewhere else
the rich know better have caves deep in tunnels with canned food and
tin openers.
The newborn baby struggles to find its feet, but the world is shy, hopes
to make it a year, what comes after is not its business.
Remnants of a past, are remembered, in the night on the second day was
full of intense sexual images so painful he got
up and drank water, bewildered he was, but his work-horse stabled
in the barn of diabetes and old age, what his feelings desired, the horse
refused to obey.
Cruising along horizons unseen
where prurient rush of greenery lingers,
I will inhabit both the raw wildness
of Amazon Forest, and its mysteriously
spiritual essence...how sunlight would glint
on a montage of nature's exotic tableau , then
Dovetailing this wonder with the majestic
presence of Christ the Redeemer statue, could
this leave me enthralled as I glide out
from a sublmie out- of- body experience ?
Oh I shall but stop to allow such rare Portuguese
culture to assault my senses , that,
Down Rio's kinetic streets, plazas curve
into a labyrinth of carnival footprints...this is
Brazil's mad riot of a dance fest where I will throb
to the rhythm of samba's intoxication, on and on...
Then past old churches and warm townsfolk,
my soul will taste this locale's primal delicacy
while this roaming would fire the gypsy in me...
Brazil, Brazil...take me there !
1st Place
When Tom was ten he was told,
To give up swimming, outrightly,
‘Cos it would get him nowhere,
But at 12 he swam the Channel.
He has an intellectual disability,
And is in the new class of S14,
Which he embraced 14 aged,
To join the ParalympicGB team.
Commonwealths were his debut,
Glasgow 2014, Tom won bronze,
For the 200m, the freestyle event,
To make quite an entry splash.
And still in Glasgow, the Worlds,
2015, for Tom another bronze,
In the 200 metres freestyle again,
Which he did celebrate totally.
Then 2016 and the Euro Champs,
Took him onto Rio 2016 in Brazil,
Because he secured two medals,
A gold, a bronze: individual, free.
In Rio Tom hit a high silver note,
To take a second placement fair,
In the men’s 100 metres freestyle,
With a time of 1:56:58 minutes.
He comes from Rawtenstall town,
Which is in hilly Lancashire county,
In the furnished Rossendale Valley,
And has set three British records.
54.79 secs for the 100m freestyle,
1.57.27 mins for freestyle 200m,
And in the 200 individual medley,
2.15.65 minutes: all UK records.