Long Dollops Poems
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Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.
Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019
Casserole
The word strikes terror in my family
They know it will be all the leftovers of the week
Thrown into a bowl with a couple of raw eggs
Maybe doused with cheese sauce and cooked until
it is a lovely golden brown.
Casserole.
They begin making other arrangements.
“I am dining with friends.”
“I am meeting my friend Carol at Pizza Hut.”
“I have a business dinner tonight.”
“But you are only five,” I argue. “What business is it?
Casserole
This could include but is not limited to lima beans, carrots,
French fries, creamed corn, brown sugar, hamburger, peas,
spaghetti o’s, macaroni and cheese, and a bit of peanut butter sandwich.
I thought they were overreacting until I left huge dollops of one
that they would not even taste on paper plates for the raccoons
who tippy-toes around them and did not eat them.
Written 8-2-2019
Contest: Cornucopia Cooking Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Dangling hair, girls twirl, drum majors,
Baseball turned cap boys, screenagers,
Gum chew boys, girls curls, tweenagers,
Just teenagers, just teenagers.
Pixie sticks tootsie rolls swallows,
Gummy bears m & m's follows,
Reeses cups hershey bars hollows,
Tidbits mellows, tidbits mellows.
Marshmallow pillow stuffing jams,
Strawberries dribble squishing rams,
Peach clings and lemon rings swim crams,
Dollops mouth slams dollops mouth slams.
Dressed up, lollipop, a cutesome,
Suit, tie, flowers guy, a twosome,
Hoodies, both moody, don't getsome,
Great into some, great into some.
Another typical insipid day
the sweet, crimson glowing ember
falling revealing the lustrous serenity
of kaleidoscopic skies
Elysian whispers around
my remaining canvas of arid
Gossamer and prosaic filled voids
replaces citrine, saffron nirvana
Bodies surrounding shimmer effulgent colors
I'm yet to remain in my dull ashen-sparked cave
A sudden delirious shriek
gleeful, exuberant faces
twisted into pale onyx terror
An apocalyptic doomsday guaranteed
Terminal of mankind ; destruction of
of earth prophesied
Everyone's glistening resplendent canvases
splattered grim trepidation
Painted with oblivion; like mine
with included kneaded dollops of overwrought
Perhaps the revolutionary, prodigious hysteria
sparked fluorescent inspiration
My ebony pedestrian now being sparkled
in an euphoric nostalgic feeling
A persistent voice echoing;
...
An exploded erosion of scarlet filled emotions
I clutch my brush and become the creator I once was;
Amongst the cacophonic abyss
painting an ephemeral, nebulous word
into my perennial realms of cerulean hopes
Brushstrokes of light touched canary among daffodil fields
Turning into shapes of radiant marigold inspiration
painted over leftovers of monotonous drab
In the end's haunting echo of emptiness
I found my exuberant-buttercup passions of a sunlit meadow
My bolstering voice of ivory whispered inspirations
I am an azure propelling star among cobalt filled echoes
of forgotten melodies
I've reimagined my painted chiaroscuro perspectives,
crafting a bold artistic masterpiece
I love your acsent' it makes me want to kiss you!
16 fillet catfish/ or seabass
1/4 cup of McCormick seasoning
2 Tablespoons of garlic powder
2 Tablespoons of onion powder
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
mix well and set aside
1/2 cup of olive oil
1/2 melted butter
1/4 cup lime juice
coat both sides of each fillet with oil and butter
sprinkle seasoning atop
bake in a 350 degree oven until fish are flakey and done
8 cups of cooked cous cous( soaked in 1 cup of buttermilk)
3 cups of goats cheese
2 cups of heavy cream
2 cups of béchamel sauce
1/2 melted butter
1/2 cup of fresh chives
5 tablespoons of crushed garlic
2 cup of oven roasted turkey bacon ( cook into bits)
1/3 cup of diced fine green peppers (sautéed)
1/3 cup of crushed sun dried tomatoes
12/3 saute'd onion
1 & 1/2 cup of white cheddar
2 tablespoons of red pepper flakes
combine ingredients and bake for 25 minutes
slice fillets from a leg of lamb
about twenty slices
salt and pepper
grill (medium rare)
in a pan combine
1/3 cup of beef broth
1 cup of pomegranate juice
1/4 cup of honey
1/4 cup of lime juice
5 tablespoons of chopped rosemary
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/3 cup of sweet red wine
1 cup of unsalted pistachios
reduce sauce about half
add lamb and serve
FOR DESSERT
5 CUPS OF BROWNIE MIXED ( MIXED USING BOX RECIPE)
4 CUPS OF ANGEL FOOD ( USING BOX RECIPE)
24 DOLLOPS OF CREAM CHEESE
IN A GREASED NON-STICK MUFFIN PAN, SPOON IN TWO TABLE SPOONS OF BROWNIE MIX
AND LAYER IT WITH THE ANGEL FOOD MIX, (ABOUT 2 TABLESPOONS)
HALFWAY FULL ADD CREAM CHEESE
COVER WITH BROWNIE AND ANGEL FOOD MIX
BAKE UNTIL DONE, USING A TOOTH PICK TO CHECK
COOL MUFFINS, TOP WITH FAVORITE FROSTING AND SERVE
IN
WE BASSOON'D THE FOOD WAS DONE: SO WE ATE IT!
WE DRUMMED AND OBO'D THRU THE NIGHT
ASSUMING WE WOODWIND: WE DID!
WE DID !
While churning soil for my tiny Eden
I bumped into a cluster of stones.
They weren't jagged and mean
but smooth and friendly,
Like they once belonged to a sandy shore,
Very much out of place.
Like anything in life
when something seems out of place
we dig a little deeper,
deeper into
truth.
These stones were in a scattered pattern
perhaps a circle turned into a broken something.
There were small bones amidst dollops of dirt.
Then another and another,
Bits of cloth were bathed in time and faded.
Then I found it, a diamond-shaped skull of a small animal.
I held it gently in my palm, as any precious gem deserves ....
Half expecting it to say something, and it did...here are its words...
"I was a beloved pet
laid to rest in the satin of love and respect.
you wanted to create your Eden
but performed a desecration of
something far beyond sacred".
I wrapped the bones in an old satin pillowcase...
and as you would a little white lie.
Quickly buried the precious and the destruction together.
in the soft, cold, muddy mist
of a child's tear-torn pet.
Gray smeared sky like a quilt of rags
Winos sip rot gut from brown paper bags
Threadbare cloud crotch splits up the side
Rain pours down, you got nowhere to hide
Cheap umbrella from a street corner pimp
Turns inside out before going limp
Putrid puddles, soggy doggy doo dollops
Are artfully dodged by high-heeled trollops
A rat scurries by with a piece of bread
Like the ant that totes a leaf on its head
You too once held big dreams in your grasp
But they got drowned with a gurgling gasp
You told me before, no you don't stutter
Your genius ideas got washed down the gutter
Now like a scavenger after a flood
You salvage what's left from out of the mud
Ashes to crashes, lust to rust
In the end it only goes bust
Caught in between the future and past
You start out just fine but finish dead last
____________________________
by Brian McClain - Jan 23, 2016
Fields with corn erect in shock,
Few unpicked ears yet dangle.
A signal to soon set back the clock,
Wind caroms from a nor-west angle.
Leaves of gold crunch neath my feet,
My joints scream, "Old Jack Frost is nigh"!
I unwittingly question this October treat,
Whether for my head only, and if so, why?
Pumpkins remain randomly spaced,
As dollops of orange paint on this fall day.
By a flick of God's brush they appear placed,
From the sky above of dapple-gray.
This yearly picture always gives me pause,
For reflection on life, and God above;
That He would give His Son with cause,
The price for my sin was paid through love.
6 Italian sausages
Cooked
Remove from skins
Chopped fine
In a bowl mix
2 cups of cream cheese
1 cup of parmeseam
1 cup of shredded mozzarell
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
3 tablespoons of chopped basil
2 teaspoons of oregano
3 egg yolks
3 tablespoons vermouth
2 teaspoons of chopped anchovies
Mix well. Set aside.
25 sliced tomotoes
Pizza dough rolled square
Using a dry lasanga noodle
Cut pizza dough in to retanglaur
Squares.
In a loaf pan layer pizza dough
Five tomato slices five dollops of cheese mixture. And top with sausage.
Layer again using same method.
Cover the third layer and using a pastry brush, eggwash the top and bake until the top is golden brown.
1 fifth of vodka
1 fifth of brandy
5 cups of toasted almonds
1 cup of toasted coconut
3 cups of dried raspberries
5 cups of a strong brewed tea
2 cup of sugar
Mix together and cover for me here weeks.
Strain and rebottle.
Serve with a chocolate cake aNd whipped. CReam
Mingle-Manz told Gitty-Gal
" Hold on Gal; one Drink at
a time."
Gitty-Gal told Mingle-Menz
" Only Mingle-Manz, getting
this to night!"
Tears drop tornado, dollops jump above sides
Thin limb goblin sinking anchor bronze
Terrified in rising waves of violent river's rides
Envelope hapless magician in wail swirl static
Embellish emerald strangle collar wash
Emotions sharp peak - white caps leap erratic
Aspired as diamonds, climbed mountain poke
Arrange cloud malady stormy metal shon
Acrewed blue bellies bellow over goblin croak
Rascal salt ocean stab of silver dolphin spears
Roll nauseous sorcery balled crystal slosh
Regaled bedazzle boat slides triumphant tears
7th August 2021
Written for Contest: The Goblin's Jewel Box
Sponsor: Jack Webster