Long Dressing Poems
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As the Ghost of Gasperella watched from his perch
He was drenched from his pants to his shirt
But before the gridiron battle ended and the Knights still had the mission to be defended,
In the bowl game that was dealing with conditions that were a messing
There was one more question that needed a dressing,
On this day looking for talent at their best
At stake was the spread that determined who would go home with the treasure chest
Having one last chance the herd could steal the money
During a game where the weather was supposed to be warm and sunny,
Strategically sending a fling the herd threw a bomb that might have hit the King.
Only problem was there was a Knight there to intercept this act of might.
With nothing more to say
The knights added to the score which made them take home the gold before Christmas Day.
In conclusion when it does rain
Do as the Ghost of Gasperella did and enjoy the game
That was really a final exam for those searching for fortune and fame.
‘Scuse the stains,
leftover chicken gizzard in the soup pot,
universal tears flood the bile ducts.
Cybermeat, and ranch dressing.
See you next Thursday by the mulberry bough.
I lost last night’s dream, and
blue eyed Christina did a delicate death dance.
Erotic subversions in the shadows.
Cybermeat, and horseradish.
Meet me next Thursday by the eucalyptus bough.
I want to penetrate your soft silent soul.
‘Scuse the stains,
yeast worms and cauliflower guts.
Cybermeat, and primrose knockwurst.
Sorry for the misunderstanding.
I’m only a silly human being, and
I want to penetrate your soft silent soul.
3/4 to 1 pound of ground lamb
1/4 cup of lemon juice
3 tablespoons of rosemary
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of ground ginger
1 tablespoon of garlic cloves (crushed)
3 anchovies (smashed into a paste)
1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon of mace
2 egg yolks
1/4 cup of green onions chopped
1/4 cup of pistachios,(pulse in food processer, make crumbs)
1/4 cup of breadcrumbs
mix well add chill,
make 3 cups of cream puff pastry, 2 Tablespoons of thyme, 2 Tablespoons of chives
1/4 t of cayeene, 1/4 teaspoons of paprika, 1 Tablespoon of garlic powder, 1/4 teaspoon of onion powder. with a piping bag.
on a large sheet pan, form lamb in a cicular ring, pipe the pastry dough onto the top, cook until golden brown....
for a sauce for the lamb,
reduce 1 cup of redwine, 1/4 cup of honey, 4 tablesoopns of plum jam, 4 tablespoons of sesame seed oil!
2 cups of heavy cream
2 cups of milk
2 cups of shredded provolone cheese
1 cup of dehydrated onion
4 tablespoon of garlic (crushed)
1/2 cup of butter
1/4 cup of flour
1 cup of bacon pieces
1 cup of shredded beef
1 cup of chopped broccoli (cooked)
1 cup of chopped cauliflower (cooked)
4 cups of diced and cooked white potatoes
in a dutch oven
make a roux, and then add milk to make a white sauce, remove from the heat and allow the cheese to melt.add cauliflower broccoli, potatoes, beef and bacon, bake until golden brown
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1 cup of sweet tangy salad dressing
1 cup of shredded carrots
5 cups of shredded lettuce
2 cup of diced tomatoes
1 cup of diced cucumber
1/4 sunflower seeds
1 cup of diced dried papaya
1 cup of feta
1 cup of flaked fish
Walk slowly and chew gum
eating prunes makes you run
Thinking of what you should have said
spending more then what you have
Time flies young boys sigh
when they grow and realize
Little girls grow up to
why back then were you so rude
Forgetting why you enter a room
watching media is all doom and gloom
How do you get rid of hiccups
eating ramen to fill you up
Salad dressing not mayonnaise
smoking and drinking is just a phase
Be ready for the big kaboom
sleeping in a underground room
Life is one step then two
one step forward then fall back two
Diapered as babies we outgrow them
only to end up old wearing Depends
Nice turkey for Thanksgiving
Flavorful tasting
Dressing aroma rising
Temperature on low
Sage wings, breast and thighs
Like a rose
Sweet!
Ahhh!
Chardonnay
Fine cranberry sauce
Well seasoned gravy
Succulent taste such splendor
Cornish hen—it’s last!
Turkey on my plate—gone fast!
© Joseph, 11/1/07
© All Rights Reserved
The poem starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line and
progress down to one syllable in the seventh and last line. However, the second
section starts with an inverse of the first section, whereby the poem starts with
the seventh and last line of one syllable and ends with the first line of seven
syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was
invented by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.
The guards patrolled the Chinese wall
As they did every day
They did not pay much attention
Seems to be the usual way
A clink disturbs ones peaceful stroll
A three armed hook appears
Catches on the parapet
With one of its ears
The guards are so outnumbered
There is just one thing to do
Set alight the warning fires
For the coming of Shan Yu
In the Palace of the Emperor
Panic reigns supreme
The calm tones of the Emperor
Voice of reason it would seem
Send messengers out far and wide
Conscript or volunteer
Take one from each family
Then bring them all back here
One old decorated hero
Zhou from the clan of Fa
He was one could hardly walk
For sure below his par
His daughter Mulan took him home
She has another Fa in mind
Her father asks no questions
He is sure she's being kind
She goes alone into her room
Her tresses start to fall
She continues cutting til
There's not much left at all
Then dressing up in rough male clothes
The palace to attend
I am the volunteer from Fa
The only one they send
Mulan is not a boy's name
That will have to change
Ping is one she thinks of
From a quite restricted range
Li Shang leads them into battle
Takes them head on to the fray
Against the army of the Hun
That has got bigger every day
The small defending army
Uses rockets for long range
The advancing Hun just pours along
With very little change
Now Ping espies a mountain
With quite an overhang
She sends a rocket to explode
Start a landslide with the bang
Buries the attacking Hun
It seems the job is done
Then the worst thing happens as
They climb out one by one
First the horde attacks the Palace
Takes the Emperor in hand
Kill him and his leaders
Then spread throughout the land
There is only one can stop them
It is the girl Mulan
She needs to kill the great Shan Yu
In any way she can
She faces him with threat of sword
But just when she seems beat
A friend that has been helping her
Sends fireworks and heat
And so Mulan she saves the day
Everyone bows down
The Emperor gives her Shan Yu's sword
And his own medal of renown
She takes them to her father
After shock he feels at peace
The worry and frustration
He was buried in can cease
When I was a kid, I had many dreams
I was everything I ever wanted to be
They made all my life just supreme
I grew up fast I knew it wasn’t for me
I was a real live superhero just for you
Then I saw my reflection in a window
I was not the superhero that you knew
I am only the guy dressing the window
All our dreams are only life fantasy
As they have giving us all our hope
If they ever come true it life ecstasy
They help us in this dreary life cope
Only you are dreams true guardian
Dreams live forever in a true heart
You have the key for them to retain
Give each one your fire to start
He was the only one to give me away
To the man of my dreams
I was filled with joy
Knowing I was still pure
And This was the day
To unveil my world
To My one
Man
My dad, a calm simple man
Full of love and life
worked in my dressing room
Asked everybody out
He wanted to bless me
I was eager
To receive each blessing
He cleared his throat
And told me
How much he loved me
How much I was beautiful
How much he was proud of me
And how much he wanted me
I was shocked
When my father said
I have waited for this day
To feel every inch of you
I screamed
He held me strong
Undressed me
And...
I was so appalled
As I fought so hard
He pushed hard
Blood splashed out
Into a great flow
My dad raped me
I couldn't breath well
I tried and relaxed
He was done
I was in deep tears
Full of hatred and agony
He said to me
I am sorry
Your my beloved daughter
I am sorry
I was so mad
And confused
Who to tell
Mom came in
And found me in tears
She whispered to me
Be strong
Be bold
You will make it
Dad added
Yes you will make it
Just keep our secret
Or you will die
Dad walked me to the church
I made my vows
And
Started all a flesh
Mom has never known
My husband too
I am pregnant
With
Dad's kid
Inspired by a true story from a friend
Form:
every inch of we
the wicked old
shall be new
but in the new bottle of year
the dawn of hungry refugees shall be same
the noon of busy cheaters shall be same
the dusk of torn bags of beggars shall be same
the eve of back home middle class tears shall be same
the night of abusive poor conjugal couple shall be same
only the year count down
shall be new,
the dressing up, the make up
the note books, the cash and ledger books
the fake oath
shall be new
but in the heart of old one
the new but not new
very a few,
in this foggy dew
changing hue
the wicked old shall come sure!
-(12/30/2019) 2: 45: 00 AM CTG, BD
Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day,
A lone strand of wax, dancing its aura
Dispels the night –
In a delirium of glimmers that chase away the phantoms of fear,
Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons.
Only a lone flake of snow, in its silvery cascades,
Composes a divine ode
That could launch upon the crests of time
An avalanche of harmonic purity,
That seraphically fills the flesh of the world with psalms of clear powers.
Just one rebel petal upright in gales and storms,
Rising like an oasis in wild deserts,
Adorning resignation with an outpouring of grandeur,
Alone in its belief,
Nameless heroism - an avalanche of stout essences,
A cry that blossoms in orbits of daring.
Just an echo of prayer, the murmur of a pierced chest,
Can transform souls into gusts of wind,
In the avalanche of affection that overflows unnatural boundaries
Dressing enmity in cocoons of phosphorescent loves.
So shine, divine pioneer, with your eternal wick,
Wave galleries of grace over expanses of shadow,
Your spark rustles - an awakening avalanche –
The hour of resurrection in the crucible of deep night.
Be that snow that snows from the wisdom of endurance,
The flower that unfurls storms,
The candelabra of life in crypts of mist,
The pulsating prayer, the heart of celestial chant,
Constant in the celebration of its sidereal rebirth.