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There Wallez

1 cup of cooked chopped bacon
7 tablespoons of dehydrated garlic
5 tablespoons of olive oil
,5 tablespoons of butter
5 tablespoons of crushed garlic
5 tablespoons of dehydrated onion
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of butter milk cultures
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
1 tablespoon of fish stock
1/4 cup of crushed sun dried tomatoes
5 tablespoons of dried parsley
1& 1/2 cup of pie dough
Kneading and mixing throughout.
Roll concockcion into 1/4 inch layers
Roll dough to disiered thickness
And place bacon dough mixture
Within regular dough creating a pocket
Enclose meat dough within 
Plain dough.
Deep fat fry or
Bake.
Top with sourdough and
Chives.
Form: Bio


Hadrons Tiles

8 soft boiled eggs peeled
2 cup of cream cheese
1/4 cup of heavy cream
41/4 of melted butter
1/3 chopped mushrooms
3 tablespoon of minced garlic
1/4 cup of dehydrated onions
3 egg yolks
1/2 cup of flaked steamed salmon 
4 tablespoon of chopped dill
2 tablespoon of lemon juice 
1 tablespoon of cumin
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper 
1/4 of diced peeled and seeded
Cucumber
1/2 cooked chopped bacon
1/4 parmesan cheese dried
1/2 tablespoon of apple cider vinegar 
16 slices of procuttio 2x2 inch
16 slices of sliced Swiss cheese 2x2 inch
16 slices of rolled puff pastry
About 5 inches by five inches
( Cut off access after egg washing and filling)
3 egg and 1/4 cup of water egg wash


Center the pastry dough
Add procuttio 
Top with Swiss
Center egg

In a bowl
Cream the cheese , cream, butter
Add rest of ingredients mix smooth
Using a spatula or a piping bag
Cover the area around the egg
Top with mm Swiss and procuttio 
Use egg wash and add top layer
And using a fork seal the product
Trimming the edges
Bake until golden brown
Serve at room temperture
Form: Bio

Romance, Not Marriage

When handsome and shouting cowboys flirt
with gorgeous gals galloping on wild horses,
they won't catch up despite their manliness:
women know what they are after and resist.

The mid-August sun is scorching, and dust rises
amid rust canyons, making trails of their escape;
youth is precious to them, and these girls seek romance,
not marriage to bear many children and feed their mouths.

We see romance blossoming between two roses,
expressing anxiety and their longing for kisses;
and the only time they cry is when brief showers
from the South pelt on their gleaming petals. 

When small brooks gargle down steep, rough boulders,
the dehydrated hunters take a break while cicadas creep;  
and doing so they lose their catch and indulge in daydreams:
soothing shade is tempting, they lower their hats and fall asleep. 

There are no snowfalls in arid deserts, and that infuriated explorers
seeking gold to be carved out of the Colorado and Arizona hills;
young ladies sought romance, not marriage, which demanded trust,
and whenever tough times came, they weren't willing to pay the cost.
Form: Rhyme

ALL OF WHERE WE'VE BEEN

As we journey through the many, of ife's different phases;
                       Not yet knowing what one day will be, 
                  Just one of our life's worn and ragged pages...

           Never quite realizing through the smiles and times of fun,
                Like a toy top on Christmas, constantly being spun,
        There'd come a moment in time where we finally have to say
                                         ,  I'm done....

                 As once what we saw seemed barely even hills 
           As we sped through and over every turn and every bend
              Have now become mountains forced are we to climb
           As we Carry all the wreckage that we just couldn't mend...

                     Exhausted, dehydrated as now we succumb 
           To a journey travelled so quickly, that most was unseen
                                  and our minds are just numb..
                  As the constant rewind of slow motion reels
            Reminds us of just exactly, all of where we've been...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ambedo

As shades of grey overwhelm white clouds,
their rain tears begin to pitter and patter,
creating a pattern upon my skin.
Like a dehydrated petal, I taste their 
tenderness with the tip of my tongue.
A gypsy breeze kisses my skin's shivers,
as I gaze at my muddy decaying garden -
roses look rusty, but their thorns remain.

As my eyes close in silent stillness,
I'm lost in a melancholic moment -
when I was like a vibrant spring bloom

but I wonder why my roots crumbled.

Life moves so fast,
but some of us struggle to grow.
Some images remain forgotten,
some promises remain broken,
so, I ponder what happened,
to those childhood dreams and schemes -
when the mind cared not for meaning,
only hidden treasures we would find.

How many are still searching,
how many souls are at peace?

How empty is your jar?

Reflecting upon those who arrived,
hardly any stayed - few left an impression -
most left without understanding.
Some still live within boxes of my heart,
especially those who lifted me when I fell,
but there was only a few

and I regret the ones I hurt,
forgive the ones who caused me pain,
but, I shall never forget.

We can never escape our past,
some of us will never really heal,
memories are like lost photos,
stored in a dusty album.

I awaken from my reverie,
as conkers fall at my feet, cracking their spiky shells.
A ray of light breaks from a canopy of leaves,
reflecting upon my face - I begin to a smile.

I can't recall when my bubble floated away,
but, I embrace the rain and what it brings.
I accept what the winds take with them,
because I can feel the warmth of the sun.

Become the gardener of your own life.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.


Toffa Toffa

3 cups shredded chicken ( optional)
1 guart of chicken feet broth( optional)
Or
3 cups of shredded pork
1 quart of pigfeet broth
(Or combine)
,1 quart of veggie broth
2 cups of sauteed onion
2 cups of roasted red pepper
1/4 cup of sauteed celery
6 minced cloves of garlic
1 sprig of thyme
1/2 chopped sun dried tomatoes
1 cup of chopped portabella

Thicken broth and add ingredients

4 cups of shredded fried cabbage
1/4 cup of sliced carrots
1/3 cup of green onion
Sesame seeds toast 2 tablespoons
2 tablespoons of fish stock
3 tablespoons of sugar
4 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/4 of dehydrated onion
3 tablespoons of lemon juice
3 tablespoons of lemongrass
2 tablespoons of cayenne
4 tablespoons of coconut shredded
Soy sauce
1/4 cup of chopped turkey bacon
5 tablespoons of minced shrimp (optional)
Egg roll wrappers
Veggie oil for frying

12 cups of cooked rice

As a side garnish shred two cup of
Cucumber
1 cup of shredded apples ( with pork)
Toss in lemon juice and olive oil (1/4 cup each)
4 cups of chopped cilantro
2 tablespoons of garlic powder
 2 tablespoons of Red pepper flakes 
2/3 of French fried onions
Crush in a ziplock bag
Toss together and

Rice in the bowl
Soup on top
Eggrolls sliced stop soup
Garnish on top
Form: Ballad

Premium Member The Cascade of Poetry

"In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes-
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind".

In the tough journey through the wasteland of futility,
when the cruel sun sucks the dehydrated zeal,
tormented soul seeks the solace in the shade of hope,
that never burns in the mind moist with aplomb.

Reaching the edge of despair in the nascent horizon,
I see the gold-lined clouds in the sunburst sky-
lifting the dawn of a new day with promise of dreams,
the barren badland turns into verdant meadow. 

Drenched in the drizzle of sunshine sparkle,
dew drops on the emerald grass become crystals of joy,
the warmth of shimmer melts the glacial emotions in me-
the stream of poetry cascades from the frozen silence.

November 21, 2019
Contest : Complete The Poem - In The Absence Of Complication
Sponsor : Silent One
December 13, 2019
Contest : Strand Special 2, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand

Hell Prickles on Me


She loved me, she whispered in my ear
My ear was thrilled for ecstasy 
Ecstasy with unconditional love.
 
Love became illusions and lies 
Lies founded on hatred 
Hatred tumbled my heaven

Heaven of virtual love
Love towards a Godot
Godot, a cybernetic Land

Land distant from me
Me deprived of her waters
Waters privation starts thirst

Thirst of man disdains 
Disdains because even grass and trees dry
Dry trees circulate no sap and bear no leaves

Leaves hotness flips them down
Down to perish in an environment
Environment burning high

High is the thirst of man
Man suffering heat and thirst
Thirst, nowhere to quench

Quench it to redeem my manhood
My manhood requests particular water
Water makes man’s life 
Life in inferno to become dehydrated
Dehydrated are men in such a hell. 

Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho

Premium Member Incarnate


Angels are unable to handle 
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.

Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where flesh eating insects
devour my motionless corpse.
Yet, I'm a victim of my own demise,
stranded upon sand dunes,
as a martyr for sacrificial offerings

cursing my selfless 'lighthouse' conduct,
guiding lost ships through tormenting storms.

In fading light,
I'm shivering, lips quivering,
resembling a solitary ancient oak tree,
with black, bitter bark, freezing,
despite June's sunshine blazing.
My once golden roots, now sour, weaken,
crumbling under hardened, heated clay.
My 'Frida Kahlo' soul 
resembles a weary traveller,
craving for manifestations of rain.

Dehydrated in darkness,
an orchestra of demons,
lurk behind misty shadows.
Epitomized incarnate images 
of Satanic messengers,
stalking in echoes of self - slaughter.
Impersonating chivalrous comrades,
seducing the sanity of 
my 'Oscar Wilde' mind.

These 'Van Gogh' eyes 
exhausted from existence
are a shroud of obsidian mystery.
An embodiment of emotions,
feeling pain scorch in deep crimson stains,
eternally engraved like an unwanted tattoo -
yet they remind me....  I'm still alive

but I know there is beauty in death.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

I Will Repent

It is true God sacrificed himself
To wash clean all of the sins
We have and haven't committed
But this does not mean we can take that for granted
The lord gave his instruction
On the way he would like for it to be
Then gave us the ability to make the choice for ourselves
I will not be the one to walk through heavens gate
Without doing my best to repent my sins
Or at least as many as I can before my time is up
When I picture myself not repenting
I see my Lord hanging on the cross
Dehydrated barely able to open his eyes
And then I spit in his face
The thought alone brings tears to my face
Such a wonderful gift he has graced us with
But for Gods love I will rectify my life
Because it is up to me and me alone
To turn my wrong into right
Even with him it being alright
He deserves more then I could every wish to give
We all owe him our souls for eternity
4/23/2013

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