Long Brisket Poems

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Say, Ye Ah To Love

"BY EVENING MIGHT WE FIND
DELIGHT IN THIS OFFERING
THAT IS WAS FASHIONED TO
HAVE US SATISFIED"

"IT IS TO INSPIRE A TASTE THAT IS UNIQUE AND RIGHT
SOMETHING A PALETTE WISHES TO TASTE"

ONE 3 POUND BRISKET(BEEF)
SALTED AND PEPPERED
COOK FOR FOUR HOURS AT 250 DEGREES, UNTIL
THE ROAST IS  RARE ( RED) IN THE CENTER.
REMOVE FROM OVEN AND ALLOW TO COOL.

IN A LARGE PAN MIX, 
1/3 CUP OF TABASCO SAUCE
1 CUP OF LEMON JUICE
1/2 FISH STOCK
4 TABLESPOONS OF LIQUID SMOKE
1/3 CUP OF CRUSHED GARLIC
1/4 CUP OF CHOPPED GINGER
1/4 UP OF ONION POWDER
5 CUPS OF RED WINE
1/2 WORCHESHIRE SAUCE
1 CUP OF OLIVE OIL
1 CUP OF POMEGRANATE MOLASSES
2 CUPS OF POMEGRANATE JUICE

BRING TO A BOIL, IN A LARGE PAN WITH A COVER, PLACE MEAT AND MARINADE. ALLOW TO MARINADE OVER NIGHT.
BY MORNING YOU'LL HAVE A SWEET TENDER BEEFY ROAST. TO SERVE WARM IN OVEN BRINGING THE TEMPERATURE OF THE ROAST TO
WARMISH HOT ( ABOUT 130 DEGREES 
SLICE AND SERVE WITH POTATOES, OR USE AS MEAT FOR SANDWICHES.


YOU CAN USE LAMB, OR PORK. WHEN USING PORK COOK UNTIL THE PORK IS NEARLY DONE. MARINADE AND RETURN THE PORK TO THE OVEN TO FURTHER COOK THE ROAST.


A SWEET SWEET PIE FOR YOUR PLATE'

3 CUPS OF CHOPPED PEACHES (FRESH)
1 & 1/2 CUP CHOPPED ALMONDS
2 CUPS OF DRIED APPLES (CHOPPED)
1 CUPS OF DRIED FIGS(CHOPPED)
1 CUP OF DRIED BANANA
2 CUPS OF COCONUTS
1/2 CUP OF BOURBON ( 3 TABLESPOONS OF VANILLA EXTRACT)
1 CUP OF COCONUT MILK
1 CUP OF COLA
1 CUPS OF SUGAR


IN A POT ADD 1 CUP OF SUGAR 3 EGG YOLKS AND 2/3 CUPS OF BUTTER. MIX AND STIR UNTIL SMOOTH ADD BOURBON COCONUT AND COLA, WARM MIXING TO CREATE A SMOOTH MIXTURE. REMOVE FROM HEAT, ADD REMAINING INGREDIENTS. ADD TO A PIECRUST AND BAKE UNTIL THE CRUST IS BROWN, ALLOW TO COOL, SERVE WITH STRAWBERRIES AND WHIPPED CREAM.
Form: Ballad


Japanese 10 Shilling Note At Kokoda In 1942

Kokoda Ten Shilling note.........................

Johnno had been out a tracking Japanese , in Kokoda's , misty green...
It was 1942, smell of death, slaughter so obscene.......
Suddenly two Japanese appeared, Don fired and death was there.......
Just pointed the old Tommy gun, two bursts two bodies, yair.....(aussie yeah)
Don checked the Officer first and found a ten bob note....
Invasion money for Australia , in case you didn't know it?.......
 Bertie had wounded another Japanese, a big Mongolian type....
He was kneeling saying the Lords prayer, Bertie smashed his skull to tripe....
Brains splattered up Dons back as he found the ten bob note....
And Bertie muttered 'we're here to kill Jap's ' checking the pockets of his coat....
.45 was old Tommy gun, one or two in a Japanese brisket....
And Death appeared as cruel and hard as the Aussie Army biscuit....
After that Don went alone to find the enemy line....
Treading carefully sniffing the breeze, for the hay smell, Jap divine.....
Drover Dick wanted a prisoner, to talk of old Tojo...(Colonel Dick Marson)
But they mostly died in a bayonet fight or a bullet made em slow.....
You heard the little rattle as the Japanese loaded a bullet....
And after 5 shots from his Arisaka , fixed bayonet you just knew it....
Bayonet parry or a butt slap, spike him quick as you will....
To spill your blood hes coming, stop the bugger with a 45 cal. pill.....

Don Johnson .written Anzac day 2010...Anzac Day when we remember our war dead...
as Don Johnson of the 2/25th Battalion said of Kokoda the butcher shop.

http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Form: Ballad

Bullant Bitten Or Shot

KOKODA 1942   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5VG58ypVuE

BULLANT BITTEN OR SHOT?
Oh yes its very popular to walk the Kokoda Track,
And people by the dozen have done just bloody that,
I you were there in forty two it wasn’t as much fun,
With a hundred weight upon your back and a ten pound threeo gun,

You climbed the golden stairs knee deep in the mud,
The mountains just got higher and the mossies wanted blood,
A little pimple on your leg became an oozing ulcer,
Iodine rag screwed in the wound by some flaming vulture,

The Jap would lay in ambush so you watched the bloody bush,
And you couldn’t stop a watching and no bloody food you wuss?
Then its raining food and ammo bully beef splat up a tree,
Dog biscuits shattered breadcrumbs fill your pocket up for free,

Till they got mouldy,

You’d be alone in the jungle and you would meet a scouting Jap,
He’d fire all his bullets from his Arisaka . Crack,
Then he’d come for you with a bayonet on a rifle at hi port,
And you’d try the bayonet fighting or plonk his brisket sport?

The bloody Diaorea made you weak , no strength in your knees,
The woodpecker is buzzing taking bark off all the trees,
So your eyes are full of bark chips Joes throwing sticks at me ,
And the bulldog ants are biting what an awful place to be,

Choices bitten, shot or clubbed by friendly sticks ?

Stop jumping around you’re drawing the crabs,
Woodpecker hammers my tree,
And the bloody ants are biting,
And I can’t quite bloody see.

Don Johnson

How it was for Don Johnson 2/25th btn Kokoda New Guinea 1942
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942st...
Form: Ballad

Engament Party

She who rest me
Might I labor
To understand
Her evilness
That she mocks
My beliefs

 66 burgers grilled rare ( mixture of chuck and brisket)
66 fried fish fillets battered and fried

Onion and currant spread for burger
Cucumber and relish tater sauce for the fish

Cheese spread for burgers
2 cups of swiss
2 cups of pepper jack
1 teaspoon of mc cormicks
       Season all
2/3 cream cheese
1/4 mayo
1/4 parmesan cheese
1 cup of butter
4 tablespoons of buttermilk cultures
2 tablespoons of crown royal
1/4 dehydrated onions
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic

                     Mix and spread on buns and toast brown
                 .....
The mixture is same for the
fish  ( minus crown royal)
add 1/4 diced cucumber
1/4 of lime juice 2 tablespoons
Of gin and 1 tablespoon of
Lemon zest
 Spread the bread and toast.....
Beef relish
2  1/2cups of caramelized onion
1/4 cup of carmilized garlic
 1/4 cup of apricot jam
3 tablespoons bbq sauce
2 tablespoons of worishire sauce
3 tablespoons of diced candied ginger
1/4 cup of minced golden raissins
4 tablespoons of beer
Cerley salt to taste
Cook until beer taste mixes smooth with the onion

Fish tarters sauce
2 cups of mayo
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of lime juice
1/3 of cream cheese
3 tablespoons of gin
1/4 of diced cucumber
1/2 cup of sweet relish


Clean cut and fry 14 pounds of
Potatoes either
French fried or home fried

In an over warmover burgers until
Medium well
And
Well done

Bacon
Lettuce
Tomato
Form: Ballad

Bulldog Ants Are Biting

Bulldog ants are biting KOKODA 1942

Oh yes its very popular to walk the Kokoda Track
And people by the dozen have done just bloomin that
I you were there in forty two it wasn’t as much fun
With a hundred weight upon your back and a ten pound threeo gun

You climbed the golden stairs knee deep in the mud
The mountains just got higher and the mossies wanted blood
A little pimple on your leg became an oozing ulcer
Iodine rag screwed in the wound by some flaming vulture

The Jap would lay in ambush so you watched the bloody bush
And you couldn’t stop a watching and no bloody food you wuss?
Then its raining food and ammo bully beef splat up a tree
Dog biscuits shattered breadcrumbs fill your pocket up for free

Till they got mouldy?

You’d be alone in the jungle and you would meet a scouting Jap
He’d fire all his bullets from his Arisaka …. Crack
Then he’d come for you with a bayonet on a rifle at hi port
And you’d try the bayonet fighting or plonk his brisket sport

The bloody Diaorea made you weak , no strength in your knees
The woodpecker is buzzing taking bark of all the trees
So your eyes are full of bark chips Joe's throwing sticks at me 
And the Bulldog ants are biting what an awful place to be

Choices bitten, shot or clubbed by friendly sticks 

Stop jumping around you’re drawing the crabs
Woodpecker hammers my tree
And the bloody ants are biting
And I can’t quite bloody see

how it was my dad said on Kokoda......

Don Johnson
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Live Our Dreams

Girl you begin where I end
Our love is the best kinda blend
I found a place that’ll make you smile
And help us grow a while
It has a white picket fence on the street
That you’ve wanted since you were thirteen
Let’s you and me go live our dreams

And folks there live, love and pray
The same as we do each and every day
But hon, if they call brisket barbeque
Trust me and my love for you
Have faith in me like I know you do
And we’ll more than make it through
It’ll be all we want you’ll see
Let’s you and me go live our dreams

It’s up from Texas in Tennessee 
Where folks still smile and say hey
Yeah, family is a few miles
But it’ll help us grow a while
And they all promised to come and see
Their brand new grand babies 
Let’s you and me go live our dreams

And folks there live, love and pray
The same as we do each and every day
But hon, if they call brisket barbeque
Trust me and my love for you
Have faith in me like I know you do
And we’ll more than make it through
It’ll be all we want you’ll see
Let’s you and me go live our dreams

See a future with our twins almost two
And our families live close too
And we’re livin’ the life we’ve seen…
Let’s you and me go live our dreams

Have faith in me like I know you do
And we’ll more than make it through
It’ll be all we want you’ll see
Let’s you and me go live our dreams

Yeah, whoa…

Let’s you and me go live our dreams
Form: Lyric

Premium Member DAMIEN'S 27

For our grandson Damien’s 27th birthday..
We innocently told him, “Pick the place…any place you want to eat.”
He chose The Brisket Shoppe…where their specialty is meat.

What a wonderful restaurant choice…the vegetarians in us hesitatingly said.
realizing while the rest of our family would be eating meat…
we’d be eating mac-and-cheese instead.

But this was Damien’s birthday…and as all grandparents know:
Where your grandchild wants to go on his birthday…this is where we go!

One of the beauties of our memories 
is not only the exquisite way we weave them
but also…no matter where we are, how easily we retrieve them.

27 year of memories in our minds randomly found their way…
from the moment he was born to the Brisket Shoppe that day.

We remembered holding him in our arms…pushing him in a stroller
babysitting…playing in the pool…
Christmases, soccer games….more soccer games…heading off to school. 

I imagine that’s why we didn’t mind going to a restaurant 
where all we could eat was Mac and cheese…
because we didn’t come for the meat…
we came to taste the memories.

And by the time we were done eating…
our bellies and our minds were pleased…
filled with a little mac and cheese…and a host of memories

We are ready and already anticipating next year…
when we’ll be happy to celebrate…
another year of memories…
when Damien turns 28.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Dissecting Keats

Come friend, let’s go to where it all began:
Where you eased the heart ache and eased the pain.


The window’s warm light, embering darkness.
The intoxicating sawdust sets the scene:
In succulent reds, butchers dress
With neat laced mince-trays trimmed by hedging green.

Strangers inveigled into its warm light,
All seduced by the still unravishing flesh.
All Senses aroused with intense delight
As dulled minds were made alive and fresh.


Mondays were butchery days, dreaming of distant lands:
Slicing, sawing and cutting endlessly.
A bitter chill froze fingers and clenched hands. 
Huge frozen livers numbed limbs tremblingly.

Your verse learned by heart pulsed through each red vein
As winter’s blackness cloaked the shop.
The brisket bones snapped and cracked like dry cane,
You in shadows hid, but whispered at each chop.


As lambs were routinely quartered and hung,
You were the voice that would never cease;
A poetic and melodious tongue
That among the strain and grind was at ease.

As blood red blocks were scrubbed with metal teeth,
My light spirit, you were my scarlet pain.
Buried deep, a green and living wreath, 
You were beauty in a joyous refrain.

The steep hill now drags home with black tarmac.
Even here fever and cold pinch and sneeze,
As the path is pebbled by winter rain,
I dream of Grecian art as my balls freeze.
Form: Ballad

Festival Carry Over

he did it for the love he thought he'd receive
it's not hard to believe
they made it so all could
understand
better yet, a future
created in endeavor
don't say she's clever
she finds it hard to be real with a man
yet sum would say
cause they know the outcome
their positions refuses to allow them to
support him in a relationship
look beyond their reasons
and the silly  they believe in
maybe then you can get a gleams' of what he feels
love is, for lovers
loving and understanding
creative understanding love

take all the racks outta the stove.
I want to get the food ready for
the
"after festive Jamboree!"

get me that ole big pot in the pantry.
I got four chickens, a pork roast, and a half a brisket
in the freezer, and I aint cooking no more until
all this food is gone!
6 yellow bell peppers, 8 chopped onions, 1/2 cup of garlic
1/2 cup of shredded ginger roots. 1/4 cup of cayenne pepper
put the brisket, chicken pork and veggies in the pot, sprinkle on
sum salt, some black pepper, cover with some foil.
put it in the oven and come back five hours later and we can eat!
I boiled some potatoes, and got some black-eyed peas, and rice.
got my roux waiting, to make gravy, got cabbage cooked and ready. the hock meat is minced and ready to sprinkle!
mash them potatoes serve up some roasted sweet potatoes, and dinner is ready!
Form: Ballade

Premium Member A Basket Full of Flowers Or of Trouble

The maiden was carrying a basket
it was full of sweet flowers for market
once she got there she places a blanket
then lays the bunches around a casket

A toff came along and got one for Ascot
he doffed his hat showing a crew cut
the fabric of his trousers was tricot
made up fashionably in cross cut

He invites her to join him at Ascot
leading her down to a leafy short cut
intentions clear he opens his tricot
so she made good use of hidden off cut

Flees from situation most delicate
to get involved much too intricate
after all you must follow etiquette
to remain in the temple's syndicate 

Collecting up her flowers and basket
she made her way home out of the market
she wrote never again in triplicate
as her cat came over to affricate

She sat down to a dinner of brisket
followed by a nice tasty biscuit
getting it down, she cleaned the musket
finishes day ironing her weskit

            ~~~~~~   


affricate means to rub up against
Tricot is a fabric or material
weskit is a word for waistcoat usually very ornate
Form: Monorhyme

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