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12/20/21
Ten hut!
Can't let up
Even though, it can get messed up
Really F'd up
Do not get fed up
Keep your head up
Stay sharp, don't get set up
Careful where a disagreement ends up
Heads up!
Many fast to wet up
From the legs up
To the neck up
Bleeding out a color similar to Ketchup
The proof was there or quickly got swept up
Prices continually went up
Falling behind, because you never kept up
Get your bread up
Often in life you'll have to step up
Sped up
Engines revved up
Couldn't let it go, so they dredge up
Old news they spoke and penned up
But I did my homework and read up
So you're about to get shred up
You'll never surface, even after a check up
Kept mine, others went against their own word
Too late to sojourn
At the point of no return
Due to a slow burn
Often went through the wringer
You'd think I've been on Jerry Springer
She wants the whole world and a gem on her finger
Meanwhile around the corner death always lingers
Hit them with another zinger
Hook, line and sinker
As I continue to tinker
Ya'll can be some stinkers
I always put on a blinker
Soon to give up being a daily drinker
Becoming a complex thinker
Avoiding any gold diggers
Feeling vigor
It's time I'm onto something bigger
Don't need to reconsider
Even though many are quick to pull the trigger
People continuing to bicker
Remaining bitter
Known as a fibber
Caught up on twitter
It's been pleasant or gotten sicker
Going well or down the s***ter
Staying clean or full of litter
A whole nation hooked
Easily getting cooked
And forsook
They never caught on or looked
Strength, dedication and heart is what it took
Couldn't find it all from a book
Had to put each foot
Through miles of soot
By the end they were shook
Or tried to portray me as a crook
Not a big fan of dungarees
Getting tired of all this gluttony
Too much redundancy
And puppetry
Still living sucker-free
Yet another attempted to humble me
So I got the upper hand suddenly
Their soul the devil took custody
I continued on triumphantly
Cautious of who's around as company
She's just a tease
And he's such a sleaze
Try to touch my cheese
Then the trigger of a gun I squeeze
Doesn't matter if you run or freeze
In ‘50s India, an era of forbidden pre-marital love,
Where such love would give scorn to family’s name space,
Some teens would stare, and smile at each other with love,
In the crowded venues of festivals and fairs to ignite their love.
In hushed whispers and stolen glances,
Lovers entwined in secret romances,
Each word inscribed on paper's white,
A hidden script, concealed from sight.
Messages of love, with trembling hand,
Passed in shadows, where secrets withstand,
Hidden in folds, away from prying eyes,
A fragile connection, a tender guise.
Oh, the risks they took, those hearts aflame,
For love, forbidden, carries a heavy blame.
The penalty loomed, like a sword's sharp edge,
Yet love's fire burned, refusing to be dredge.
In lovers' hearts, a silent flame would grow,
Through adversity's path, they would bestow,
Sometimes tragic, a tale of woe,
Yet rarely, a blissful glow.
For amidst the darkness, a few found light,
A love story blessed, with stars aligned right.
But many a heartbreak, tears concealed,
Dreams shattered; love's wounds revealed.
Having nothing left to live for she was about to take her own life
As nothing was for sure but the fact that life was filled with strife
No one ever took the time to care and love, it was just a sad joke
It was all too much for her to bare as finally that day she broke
She was so close to that ledge as she stood and starred down
Such sadness she could dredge looking over that whole town
A heart so many times broken it seems like it would never heal
In all those words never spoken, how hard it was just to deal
In wanting to end it all when she heard her name being said
Throughout herself she had felt this call yet not one of dread
Again she heard her name being spoken like an angel's voice
Stripping away her shame and giving such reason to rejoice
That was many years ago but to her it seems like yesterday
It was the Lord calling you know in His unending loving way
But if you do ever feel the same please take one look beyond
For when you call on Our Lord's Name He will always respond
I feel the rumble of the wheels,
and the tumble of my heart
Trembling, a look outside,
as the landscape fades, and quickly grays,
to become swallowed by the dark
Adrift is the smoke, that chokes the sky, that I must leave behind...
Blurring as the evening light, is sighing, quite resigned
The steam has fogged the prairie plains
and I can't help but cry again.
With tear-stained eyes, I see my own reflection
I've left the world I knew before, that left me so rejected
I sit upright, my corset tight, I must get through the night
My muscles are stiff, and I am weary, afraid
The train heading west.....where the crimson sky fades
Where the grasses will sway, and the cattle will graze
and a stranger will pay...to share farming ways
I hope he will share a smile and be kind
What is ahead, only the future will find
Tomorrow, under a different sky, in a brand new way
I will wake up to a different sun, and to a wistful song of yesterday
'Though, I cannot find a star, through the drowning dredge of rain
Tonight the moon, I have left behind, wears a worried face again
I pray the sun will rise anew, and fill new skies above
I pray the life, and the stranger's hand .....will be the one I love
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1/24/15 "Railway Journeys" Contest, Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Going through some old things that just had to go,
I came upon something that nearly got tossed.
Memories came to me from long ago. . . .
I thrilled that my treasure was no longer lost.
Toys come and toys go. In the 60’s, one fad
was to own an odd doll not seen much today.
This doll had long hair and was scantily clad
but wasn’t a Barbie with which I would play!
Its body was squat and it had a pug nose.
I probably loved it because it looked droll.
Its hair could be orange, green, yellow or rose,
but if you don’t know yet, that doll was a troll!
How I wish I could dredge up some memory
to know what was happening inside my head
as a pre-teen with friends and what it might be
that we did with those dolls and what fun things we said!
The trolls that I owned must have been at least four -
both sexes so they'd make a small family -
their hair different hues, each a doll to adore.
But one day they no longer mattered to me. . .
I can’t say where all of my playthings got stashed.
When I left for college, they vanished from view.
But knowing my mom, they must have got trashed.
She doesn’t hang on much to things like I do.
Now four decades later, I looked at my prize,
bare naked and smudged but its hair still jet black.
It stared up at me with its cute amber eyes.
I couldn’t believe how I got that thing back!
It somehow had ended up in my new state.
Good luck for that troll, I throw few things away!
That doll would be learning soon of its new fate
and meet other troll dolls with whom it would stay.
Just like Peter Pan, I refuse to grow old,
and new trolls I’d bought with long bright spiky hair
when troll dolls again in the 90's were sold!
But I had to recall where I’d stored them….. oh, where??
(I found the dolls and added the old one to the new collection,
but my daughter's family moved in with me a few months ago.
My daughter is a clean freak like MY mom is (apparently it skips
a generation or something), and my daughter took my troll dolls
and put them out of sight somewhere so currently they are floating
around who knows where!
For Paula Swanson's "Yard Sale" Contest
Nature consists of balances ever so delicate
Eco systems and life hanging on the edge
Man oversteps boundaries in his desire to develop it
Leaving death and destruction in the wake of his dredge.
From deep underneath waters supporting sea life
Oil is pumped to rigs riding on top of the waves
When used, the pollution enough causes much strife
When ruptured, disaster results requiring a save.
We watch from afar as waters turn black
Terns and fish washing up on the shore
A mistake from which we cannot turn back
Oil of destruction continues to pour.
We can curse executives of the big companies
We can find fault with the slow political aim
We can cry, “Where exactly were the contingencies?”
But by allowing it firstly we all are to blame.
The greatest tragedy in life is to experience the pain
But have the lessons learned from it lost
So from this event let’s hope man can gain
The wisdom to be more careful, no matter the cost.
As children we revelled in nature’s playground
Lying in cool grass watching clouds sail by
Sharing with playmates ‘treasures’ we’d found
Caterpillars, beetles - a dead dragonfly
Jars of black tadpoles sprouting from frogs’ eggs
Gathered near cattails - a muddy pond’s edge
Safe in a matchbox - a daddy longlegs
We pine for these days as memory we dredge
So keep them in mind - those halcyon days
Whenever our cares prove too much to bear
When life becomes an impossible maze
Try to escape to a peaceful ‘somewhere’
Remember the lessons from nature you drew
They’ll always there to help pull you through
1/4 C OF BRONW SUGAR
1/4 C HONEY
1/4 C SWEET CHILI PASTE
1/4 C CHOPPED CANDIED GINGER
3 TABLESPOONS OF SWEET WINE
1 TABLESPOON OF ONION POWDER
1 TABLESPOON GARLIC POWDER
2 TABLESPOONS OF LEMON JUICE
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1 TO 2 POUNDS OF COUNTRY HAM
2 C BUTTERMILK
SOAK HAM IN BUTTERMILK, OVERNGHT OR FOR 2-3 HOURS, TOWEL DRY AND BAKE FOR 30--45 MINUTES.
WHILE HAM BAKES, MIX BROWN SUGAR, HONEY ,CHILI,GARLIC POWDER, ONION POWDER, LEMON JUICE, AND GINGER BRING TO A SIMMERING BOIL,
AND COVER HAM, AND SEPERATE ON A COOKIE SHEET. ALLOW TO DRY.
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6 RUSSET POTATOES
USING THE BUTTERMILK,
SOAK POTATOES, CUT INTO ONE INCH FRENCHFRIES
FOR ABOUT AN HOUR
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1 CUP OF FLOUR
2 TABLESPOONS OF CAYEENE PEPPER
2 TABLESPOONS OF CELERY SALT
2 TEASPOONS OF PAPRIKA
2 TABLESPOONS OF GARLIC POWDER
2 TABLESPOONS OF ONION POWDER
1 TABLESPOON OF OLDBAY SEASONING
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DREDGE POTAOES IN FLOUR, AND FRY IN OIL
REMOVE WHEN DONE------
SERVE WITH ABOUT ONE CUP OF SAUTEED ONIONS AND THE HAM
GREAT WITH SCRAMBLED EGGS AND TOAST !
The scarlet art of the sapphire sky of my halcyon heart
sparkled with sequined glow of the lone moon leaning low.
I tried tempted to touch your topaz sheen tinted unseen,
but you didn’t stay, slowly sauntered away out of my view
from my silky sky I shaped for you with pure joy for sure.
From the dark domain of dismantled dainty rainbow arc
strong storm surged with snapped shards of slashing scorn,
shattered my sublime sky while stowing in dispersed debris pile.
I couldn’t foresee how to dredge the drowned dreams free
from deep despair before destined day to depart came my way.
I shoved the splinters of my shattered soul on the sly,
turned them into a single white rose, residing in my heart close.
When on the run you returned to my garden under sensual sun
its fragrance fine floated with the pure passion of mine divine.
When in your sweet smile the curl of its pristine petals I saw un-furl
I knew the onset spark of the new beginning it’d memorably mark.
6 fillets of sea bass
cup of melted butter
2/3 cup of flour
(7 tablespoons of cornmeal) (seasoned)
dash of cayenne pepper
sprinkle fish in cayenne, coat with butter both sides
dredge in flour-cornmeal mixture
bake until browned about 15 minutes
squeeze a lime across he cooked fish
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6 cups shredded cabbage ( coated with 10 tablespoons of corn starch)
1 cup onions
3 cups of diced cooked potatoes
1 1/2 cups of diced bacon
2 cups of diced cooked sweet potatoes
1 tablespoon of thyme
1 tablespoon of basil
3 tablespoons of brown sugar
2 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar
1 cup of white grape juice
2 cups of chicken stock
3 tablespoons of red pepper flakes
3/4 cups of cooked kale, drained and diced
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1/4 cup of celery
in a heavy pot, add some bacon fat,
allow to sauté for about 5 minutes stirring.
add the kale, and red pepper flakes, add both
sweet and white potatoes
and add the grape juice, top the cabbage with the bacon
tyme and basil and brownsugar
place in a dutch oven and bake for 30 to 45 minutes
serve with the fish across the top !