Long Cheese Poems
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The sincere romantic gesture
a perfect smile
a glance while holding hands
a dapper looking style
The whispers though out the evening
a passionate enduring kiss
a twinkle from that in your eye
while talking, that peckish kinda kiss
The Pièce de résistance is simply
you and I
all we have to do is
stop and steer
The heart of the matter
We are the Masterpeice
the center of the stage
is ours
ten zucchinni slices
1 cup of cottage cheese
1/4 cupparmesan cheese
garlic minced
2 eggs
green onions chopped
1/4 cup of chopped portabello mushroom
1/4 of diced sundired tomatos in oil
1/4 teaspoon of anchovie paste
1/2 cup of crumbled bacon
5 olives chopped
mix stuffing and line a greased cookie sheet
and stuff or layer the zucchii bake
until goldedn brown top with a hot tomato sauce and cheese
26 SLICES OF PEPERONI
1/2 CUP OF FETA
3 CUPS OF COTTAGE CHEESE
1 CUP OF MOZZEROLLI
1 CUP OF PARMASEAN
1 CUP OF CHOPPED ONION
1/4 CUP GARLIC MINCED
1/4 CHOPPED FRESH BASIL
4 TABLESPOONS OF DREID ORGEGANO
2 TABLESPOONS OF CHOPPED ANCHOVIES
5 CUPS OF GROUND BEEF (COOKED BROWNED)
1 ( TO 1 AND A HALF ) QUART(S) OF TOMATO SAUCE
1/4 CUP OF COOKED BACON CRUMBLED
1/2 CUP OF DICED EGGPLANT
1 BOX OF COOKED LASANGE NOODLES
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED BLACK OLIVES
1 CUP OF DICED MUSHROOMS
GONE DO YOUR THANG, DO THAT WHAT YOU DO MAN, YOUR THANG. COOK THAT STUFF LIKE YOU SU-POSE TOO, MAN !
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1 CUP OF CHOPPED ALMONDS
1 CUP OF CHOPPED RASIANS
1 CUP OF SHREDDED CABBAGE
2 CUPS OF CHOPPED APPLES
1/2 CHOPPED DATES
1/2 CUP OF OLIVE OIL
1/2 CUP OF RED ONIONS
1/2 CUP GREEN PEPPERS
1/2 CUP OF CARROTS
4 TABLESPOONS OF MINCED GARLIC
4 TABLESPOONS OF FISHSTOCK
3/4 CUPS OF HONEY
SAUTE CABBAGE AND ONION UNTIL ONIONS ARE TRANSLUCENT, ADD GARLIC, ADD APPLES AND NUTS, AND THEN ADD RASAINS AND DATES ADDING FISHSTOCK AND HONEY, ALLOW TO COOL.
REDUCE,
1 CUP OF GRAPE JUCIE AND 1 CUP OF WHITE WINE
REDUCE ATO ABOUT 1 AND 1 & 1/4 CUP OF THIS MIXTURE
ADD ABOUT 2/3 CUPS TO MIXTURE
STIRRING,
SPRINKLE TOP WITH ABOUT 3 TABLESPOONS OF REDPEPPER FLAKES
THIS IS THE STUFFING FOR EGGROLLS, MAKE EGGROLLS AND FRY UNTIL GOLDEN BROWN.
IN A BAKING PAN ADD, SAUTED GREEN PEPERS ABOUT 1/2 C, 1 /2 CUP OF SAUTEED ONIONS, AND 5 POUNDS OF SHAVED PORK,
SALTED AND PEPPERED, AND ABOUT 1/2 CUP OF OLIVE OIL, ONCE THE PORK IS COOKED
ADD 1/2 C OF BROWN SUGAR, 1/2 CUP OF REDWINE AND GRAPE JUCIE, 1 TABLESPOON OF GROUND GINGER, 1 TABLESPOON OF CAYENE, 4 TABLESPOONS OF OYSTER SAUCE 1/4 CUP OF GREEN ONION AT THE LAST MINUTE. MAKE A SAUCE AND SERVE WITH EGGROLLS.
Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed, and it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
Everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept, and everything was in order
When did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear
Being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window, he saw many cars, and they had
No drivers and some had open doors as if abandoned in haste,
But what had happened?
In a bakery/café, he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes,
He made it himself since the lady who owned it
The café was not there.
It dawned on him that he was alone in the world, everything
He didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone,
Except for the cur outside that ran away and barked when seeing him
He tried the Rolls-Royce that belonged to the mayor
Yes, the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post,
But never mind, there were other cars around
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined,
He made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries
drunk on the most expensive red wine possible.
The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window,
wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it
Months went by, and the window, his life, was getting a bit onerous,
just him and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding.
He stopped shaving, showering, and wearing the same pants
Since the day was endless anyway, why bother with personal hygiene
When there was no pressure to conform
Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor of
a tall building to end it all.
No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely
as the dog was the only witness to his sadness
Doomed to live forever, he lay down under the bed
But before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again
Someone had to feed the dog.
'Cause . . . I have been on a diet forever, I have
only dreamt of food I want to devour, like
munching on combination pizza
but, the day has arrived . . .
Inside the old style pizza restaurant I stand alone
noting all the possibilities
and order a small combo (it's a bit expensive).
The anticipation is torture, then it arrives
in my mind I feel a bit of guilt, but
only for a moment as I bite that cheese and sauce,
nestled green peppers, mushrooms on crisp crust, and . . .
Pepperoni galore.
I know tomorrow I go back on my diet.
Zoom, back to food dreams;
Zap, I will keep this memory,
and I say to myself . . . till the next time I cheat.
You ask me what I'd like to do
On this, my special day?
Well I'll tell you but only if you'll come with me
Just you and I, okay?
First, let's hit a bookstore
No, not one that's brand new
But one that has old worn out books
The kind with years accrued
Then let's go museuming
If that's even a word
To see all the exhibits
Their stories speak unheard
And then let's find old buildings
We'll try to get inside
And wonder who once lived there
And make up tales wide eyed
And finally hit my favorite store
To get drunken goat cheese
We'll take it home and eat it slow
Converse for hours with ease
So yes, it is my special day
And that's what I'd want to DO
But all I'd want for a present
Is to spend this day with you
My “honey” with chestnuts will not come for Christmas,
It’s life, you have to enjoy yourself anyway
once a year,
New Year’s menu to enjoy at the time you like,
Foie gras with a glass of Monbazillac,
Snails with butter,
Scallop shell with lemon-white butter
Short break
Quail with hot mango
and hazelnut potatoes,
Maybe cheese with the tour des grands ducs (local wine)
Then the dessert
Traditional bûche de Noël
You are all welcome
No need to be a millionaire even at Christmas
Merry Christmas ou Joyeux Noël
Ma « dinde » aux marrons ne sera pas pour Noël,
C’est la vie, il faut se faire plaisir quand même
une fois dans l’année,
menu du réveillon à déguster à l’heure qu’il vous plaît,
Foie gras avec un petit verre de Monbazillac,
Escargots au beurre persillé,
coquille Saint jacques au beurre blanc citronné
Petite pause,
Cailles accompagnés de mangue chaude
et de pommes noisette,
Peut être du fromage avec la tournée des grands ducs ( vin local)
Puis le dessert
Bûche de Noël traditionnelle,
Vous êtes tous invités
Pas besoin d’être millionnaire même à Noël
Joyeux Noël
Here am I sitting on the grassy hilltop
with Rory always my buddy at my side
enjoy my packed sandwich cheese and ham
Rory's hoping for a bite so likes to confide
Your dog can read your line of thought
Rory even knows the moving of my lips
there's a telepathy between the two of us
especially when he's thirsty for water he sips
Looking away above the clouds
following the line of my kite
thinking what if that was me up there
except when it was dark at night
To be in the clouds looking down
seeing all the beauty all around
travelling east and west forever in flight
listening to the birds chirping sweet sounds
But eventually we'd have to come down
the body needs food especially my buddy
so better to enjoy it up here when we can
airs so fresh leaves skin somewhat ruddy!
(This is taken from a picture, a fictional story of me and my dog Rory sitting on a hilltop thinking our thoughts.)
It is Monday morning, time to unwind.
today I do laundry and I'm behind.
My son's pile is first and guess what I find:
Whiff of autumn wafts in the air
coming from a jacket pocket -
half a used caramel apple.
Still wrapped crackers labeled: "For: Claire"
cheddar cheese and peanut butter
mostly crumbs now in a lone glove.
Small New Testament lies entrapped
in the hip pocket of his jeans
a gift from someone in chapel.
Three permanent markers uncapped
the last of treasures dug out from out
the laundry. It's labor called love.
Some days I'd have washed it all with no care.
Today I find my washer needs repair,
which leaves me time to ponder, "Who is Claire?"
Feb. 20, 2013
Vegetables are so versatile I use them every day
Such lovely shapes and colours, they are so bright and gay
I always use them in my cooking
Or eat then raw when no one is looking
What is there not to love about the humble carrot?
I peel it tenderly, chop it up and feed it to my parrot
Broccoli it always gets my pulse racing
When it’s steaming in the pan, round my kitchen I am pacing
Potatoes are so wonderful in every shape and style
Boiled, baked, mashed and roast, so totally versatile
I’ve just discovered butternut squash and make a tasty soup
I bake it first and boil it, its taste makes me cheer and whoop
Mushrooms are my favourites I would eat them all the time
Sauted, raw or stuffed with cheese they really are divine
Tomatoes are so colourful and full of lycopene
Its hidden away inside them and it is never seen
Brussel sprouts you either love or hate
But no Christmas dinner is complete without them on your plate
Parsips and turnips are not my favourite food
I will eat them occasionally, when I am in the mood
My love of veg will never fade
I buy organic that have never been sprayed
Vegetables really are so good for us
My family eat them without any fuss
The humble pea is the love of our life
If they are not on the plate I’d not be a good wife
Swede and carrots mashed together
I eat it with ground black pepper
My ode to veg I think is fine
I want them to be my Valentine
They help to keep us strong and healthy
With veg in our lives we are truly wealthy
Speeding to progress height
my special son zooms toward zestful flight
driving with his wheel chair with delight
whirling from left to right
cheering us all aright…
Vanquishing spastic blight
which does not well excite
he communes with gestures’ might
conquering boredom’s fight
flying cheerfully custom-made kite…
Then he grabs pen to write
figures clear at his sight
mom’s teeth showing smile’s bright
sister’s bag purely white
bits of cheese he can cheerily bite…
Along good appetite
he strives hard to recite
mumbling sounds without fright
noisy, oh, never quite
mirth-filled midst giggling sprite…
Soon enthralled with flash light
he grips it really tight
exuding smiles that invite
toward genuine respite
from rigors never trite.
With lullaby’s dim light
ending his prayer* plight
comes stuffed toy’s tinkling mite
messing up slumber site
for quirky wriggling cheerful night.
*Psalm 69:13 But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O LORD, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.
March 17, 2020
Edited on March 27, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND PICK 3,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/7/2020.