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Lyricvixen's Fried Wonton Recipe
childlike memories with
an adult like twist
(just: a tiny dollop + ketchup & mustard & pickles
?? a McDonald's Mickey D's thing going on )
1.) ?? first overnight "soaking" 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = RICE
(WHY = https://allpoetry.com/poem/14723469-Why-Soak-Rice-Overnight-by-Verlecia)
note - make for: breakfast, lunch, OR ----- dinner
(put all your ingredients on the counter)
* ??1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = rice soak overnight (swished around and
Rinse: clear cool water tap or bottle)
* boil 20 to 25 mins - drain excessive water off -
as cool tap water is running
cook: boil rice/ cook meat / steam carrots + same time
* ?? 1 LB ground Turkey or (most likely, beef?) (chicken: no clue? )
AFTER: -------- *first ten minutes of cooking*
??to MEAT?? (??altogether :COOK - meat -15 to 20 mins )
??*** ADD: 1 to 2 TBSP - Oyster Flavored sauce
((by: Lee Kum Kee Premium 9 fl oz))
??***ADD: 1 to 2 tsp - Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
in medium Skillet or pot.
??*** ADD: import by "2 to 3 TBSP" MUSHROOM SEASONING
NATURAL GRANULE ((by: Po Lo Ku Trading USA))
??** 30 ?? tiny baby carrots steamed --- for nutrition
(but -- can boil them - just until - take a fork)
(mash the ?? carrots - with a ?? potato masher or fork)
(note: the younger the taste buds - the less carrots
the older the taste buds the more carrots)
* now ?? rice - ?? meat - ?? carrots - ARE DONE
put altogether
add ?? CHEESE
**** Last: 1 cup: ?? Extra sharp cheddar cheese -
((by: great value))
?? ?? MIX into : meat/carrot/rice mixture
(NOTE: recipe is not written in stone - add more ?? cheese if your
waistline can handle it)
cooking OIL: 1/4 cup: canola oil & 2 tbsp of peanut oil
*_* Now the: Fried Wonton part
( wikiHow: How to Wrap Wontons )
?? rice -
?? meat -
?? carrots
?? CHEESE
** Wonton OR -- Egg Roll Wraps
** cooking oil
** Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
** MUSHROOM SEASONING NATURAL GRANULE
opt: ketchup & mustard & pickles
2 years ago
Form:
ever hear those obnoxious individuals claim that a lot of
people killing themselves around the
“holidays” is a myth?
ever see them walk with self-righteousness
as if they shouldn’t be bothered with the very idea that others in this world
might not share their abundant joy
when it comes to the genocide of native-americans or
the “birth” of a fictional character?
isn’t it ironic that what can be claimed as a myth so quickly is
directly a result of worshipping two?
cut to manatee county, fl,
where only hours ago
a man whose name has yet to been released
killed his girlfriend,
knocked on the neighbor’s door to tell them what he’d done &
then pulled the trigger on himself---
details will come.
then there’s scott degraff, a nightclub owner in vegas
who owed a guy in NYC $4 million---
he locked himself in somebody else’s garage
in aspen, co
& let the
carbon monoxide flow---
dead at 8am, thanksgiving morn.
and was there anyone there for the unnamed woman of 32
who after writing her note & leaving it in her mercury SUV,
ran into the oncoming lane on interstate 80/94 in indiana?
while the first semi missed her, a second one hit her head on---
that was around 1:15 pm---she died a short time later in a
hospital in munster.
not to mention mr. luther bolen, 55,
an inmate at the arkansas dept. of community correction
who hung himself with a sheet from a shower rod on wednesday &
subsequently died sometime on thanksgiving in a
texarkana hospital---he was due to be out in
january.
for the holiday suicides, coverage in the press might not always occur---
they may not pop up for days, weeks, months,
but people who claim that “the majority of people”
don’t do anything rash due to the overwhelming loneliness
that comes from this time of year for some
need to appreciate that they themselves are not in that place
a much deeper & darker place that cannot be imagined by
statistics or zombie smiles & jingling purses on
black friday.
Life had meaning, passion, depth and composure all shaken
together in a Neverland globe, were believing that just wanting
to be an innocent soul forever was enough...to fl y around the
starry night, fl owing over the pain, worries, darkness and
heartbrake that usually plumit you down from contentment...
life was simple…life was good...
The day and i use to be close friends, now just mere
aquaintences as it continuously mocks me by viciously
counting down my stolen hours until nightwould invade my
world...what my sunkissed enemy doesnt know is that night
and i are like jack and sally, destined to be amazing friends
forever...
Lounging upon my bed, gazing at my moonlit world while
glowing tunes swim in my ears putting my mind and heart
in a hypnotizing and theraputic intoxication...nights passing
by leaving a bittersweet sense of calmness wrapped in fear...
lost in my own nightmares that penatrate my thoughts and
overloaded memories, leaving me with an unwanted gift of
tainted love...
Stalking me with messages on my voicemail that ive lost
control of my fate...my heart vs. my nightmares...winner take
all...
Caught in a twisted game, my nightmares angling to color
my heart a shade of midnight black and blow up my soul...my
soul anxiously scheming for an exit door to escape with my
golden heart intact and pumping...hoping that my soul doesn’t
burn out from these endless tests...
objective: take me...brake me...save me
my purpose is to nostagically slay the darkness and creep it
back down to the underworld of vampires and warewolves...
Nightmares purpose to permanently imprison my heart in a
rubics cube of distain and mindlessness...
In the end it all comes down to one of lifes more
impressionable lessons, everything happens for a reason...
everything…ponder that for a moment...swish it around in
your mind, taste those lingering words on your tongue…
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON!!
There once lived three devoted and wonderful pastors,
who labored diligently to build and maintain three
great churches*.
One pastor served The First Church of The Holy Spirit
in the city of Aston, Tn. The second pastor labored
at The First Holiness Church in Panhandle, Fl. Pastor
number three shepherded The First Center of Power
Church in Panhandle, Tx.
Each of these pastors was well trained and sincere
in their pursuit of God and in their desire to faithfully
lead their flock. In addition to their sincerity, there
were two other things that they shared in common.
They were all evangelical, and believed that The
Holy Spirit lived inside of the church of God on earth.
However, deep inside and behind their holy mask was
what some Christians called, 'a latent fear of falling
off the deep end'.
Each pastor wanted to fly and teach their people
how to do the same. But deep inside, they themselves
had a fear of flying, not in airplanes, but in flights conducted
by The Holy Spirit, because they worried about where The
Holy Spirit would take them. This dilemma weighed so heavily
upon them that they began to question their own calling. They
wondered if they were called to be 'pilots' aided by The Holy Spirit,
or commissioned to be 'controllers' observing and directing traffic.
090321PS
*Fiction
A
Small baby,
Tiny and frail
Deserted he was
By all his kith and kin
Wandering the world
Alone and pointless.
No compass to guide
Him no destination to
Stop him he went
With the wind
And ate with
The mud
Saving
Himself
From
Withering out and
Vanishing he survived with just the will
To make a difference after a long journey
In the world wild and harsh he could
Not stand nor sit nor move ahead
After all, he was
Tiny
And
Small
Weakened
By all
The
Nature
Too
Crumpled him
With mighty cruelty tyranny of
The sun made him flinch the ruthless wind
And rain had him drench and drown
The frail little baby could not
Move
Anymore
He
Was
Stuck
In
The mud
Helpless and isolated
His energy gave up but not his will...
He wanted to live and make a difference...
He drank it all… The mud and the sun and the water
Which conspired against him then made him alive again now...
He woke with renewed vigor and grit broke the tough earth and sprouted up
The sun and earth and water all gave in and the frail little baby grew Heading straight towards the soaring skies... He was no more weak and helpless Deep into earth and yet high into sky... Humble and modest and generous as a sage... Though courage and strength and might of warrior he has...
19 December 2016
For Contest: Concrete Crush by FL Thomas
Hearts of spring come and tell me where you have been, your faces are moist and pale, and life is tough over there, come and share this moment with me and regain your energy.Nature has been cruel to you and it has tested you through and through, but wisdom has save your life and the earth has given you a Bligh, so dry your tears and don’t cry..
The apples are still falling from the trees and the people are very sorry, no more grapes are on the vine, for the rain has soaked the stem and all the profits have fallen from heaven, you have to plow the ground and drain the water into another channel, least the river breaks it bank and force you to sing another song.
Hearts of Spring come and tell me where you have been. I have searched the four corners of the earth, unraveling all the dirt, picking up the broken pieces as I watched the hats of illusion walked anxiously out of the room and an entourage of vehicles going before them as the procession leaves the town and they and journey towards their home.
I could see the anxiety in their eyes as they passed through the town, waving banners of doom and walking with humiliation in their manmade shoe, they have cross the threshold of time but when heavens confronts them in the street they were force to change the rhythm and the beat.
Hearts of Spring today is a new beginning and there is much work to be done while the moon mingles with the golden sun, there is hope flying in the sky, come and let me touch your hearts before you fl. Hearts of Spring you have four more days to go before we say goodbye and summer fill the passionate sky. Hearts of spring enjoy the new beginning and let your hearts write the next chapter for me for I will soon be free.
Times had turned to worse after my dad left, and after their fight of many fights !
I hear him say to mama, "I am going to the store and he slam-mss the front door..
...and he is gone...(poor) mom...she will see him...no more.." (Now) we - yes...the
three of us, that is..my (Lil) brother....John-Boy, Mom and I. (Hi) my name is Wesley, and
this is my story. "As a....Angel came from.....Glory{!!}.."
With two hungry mouths to feed, there wasn't no other choice but to packup what little
we had and just leave. From the rigid-tundra of E.Orange, NJ...andso we hopped on a
big Greyhound (bus) and mama say that we were on our way to Jacksonville, FL to
Gran-Ma....Rachelle house. Immediately I felt like smilling, and john-boy say's some-
thing in little kid language as I tell him where we're headed too. But within an hour
into our trip...john-boy is peacefully asleep and so was I when we gets to grann-nie
house as me myself took a lil-man nap and granny comes joyfully running to the cab
and she snatches..."the little raskel from momms grip...(saying)...Julie give me my baby!"
She hands the cabbie some money ($$) and hushered us into the house where there's the smell of good-ole-southern fried chicken and a large (4)gal. pitcher of
lemonade that's already prepared. Alone w/chocalate cake...yes-3 layers of cake-cov
ered w/thick lumpy frosting, and did I mention...absolutely...deee-licciii-ious.." "Momm
(complained) aaah-h Mama..you did not have to go through all this trouble, just for us..!"
"Hhhuss-ss hush your mouth (julie) cause I luv's to cook for all of my gran-babies say's
grann-niee...Chelle." "And that's...Straight-UP." They both (laughts) haaa-ha...{!!!}.."
what do i see when i look at you?
i see a forever golden heart, a heart whos ambitions
and primal inspriations fl ow through my mind like sweet
memoires...
i see my dark prince who is forever rebuilding my broken
heart and reassuring me that i will be ok...
i see a man that cares so deeply for every passion in others
hearts, who mends the tears owned by family and friends
before his own...
a boy that sees the world and living in 3-D neon colors,
who realizes that everything is not as it seems...
he is that forever golden heart that understands the pain of
a broken soul and doesnt drown the truth of sadness.
now…what do you see when you look at me??
maybe you see a disabled heart living in a perfect light,
longing for a sence of placement...
perhaps you see the marvelous sparkle in the premature
dreams swimming around my mind, prismatic plans of
embelishing my mark on this imperfect world before we come
to the end of our ultimate road trip...
or, in my worst case senario, its possible you see that i am
nothing mores than a broken down and burned apart spirit
whos damaged to no point of possible rescue...
now...would you like to know what i hope you see??
i hope you see the most beautiful train wreck to have ever
pulled into God’s station...
i hope you see a girl whos mind sees her life like a neon
spectrum...
i hope you see a woman whos love, friendship and scared
soul are nothing but true...
a forever glowing heart whos biggest dream in life is to be
the best of herself she can possibly be...
until then, i reside in the mystical land where my dreams
spiral like shooting stars, passing my days with thunder storms
and occassional sunbeams... Welcome!!
Form:
0n th1s br1ght early m0rn1ng, 1 s00n see
h0w l1fe's gr1m gl0w can s1gh such gl00m 1n me,
Th0ugh catb1rds s1ng w1th a s0ft ch1m1ng fl0w,
n0 t1m1d m00n w1ll 0utsh1ne my tableau.
N0 stark wh1n1ng s0unds 1n small plast1c r00ms,
wh0 sp1t b1nate c0de 1n 1ntr1gu1ng spumes,
kn0ws 1f 1t st1lls the l0ve 1ns1de 0f me
as d0 1r1s g0ld, 0r f1elds 0f l1ly.
0f l1fe's thr1lls, n0t 0ne mach1ne w1ll perce1ve,
(f0r, 1t 1s wr1t, that G0d m0lded th1s s0ul),
n0r gr1n w1th j0yful sm1les, l0ve 0r bel1eve,
when, n0w, w1th1n 0ur m1nds, l1fe 1s the g0al.
If ones and zeros come up with a sum,
I wonder... 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01000111 01101111 01100100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101100 01100111 01101111 01110010 01101001 01110100 01101000 01101101?
10/14/2018
What an interesting question to ponder. Immediately the scenario became real
There was no question in my mind. I knew what I would have to find.
…..My guitar.
I haven’t played it for ages but that wouldn’t make any difference to me. For some reason, over all else, I would have to find…. “my guitar.”
I have had proof positive. Thirteen years ago we were in a massive fire in Port St Lucie, Fl. where 42 houses burned down around us. I was on the roof watching where the fire was coming next. My wife grabbed whatever was important to her and I yelled at her to leave in the car and she did but first yelled back over the noise of the howling fire what I wanted her to take of mine. It was approaching fast. Without a second thought my response was
“The Guitar!”
She did and after making sure I was to do the same, she left. The wall of fire on two sides of us was creating it’s own wind storm. A 60 to 80 foot wall of fire coming at you in a wind is a terrifying thing! The fire was across our little street coming at us in a hurry. I jumped off the roof, into my truck and by the time I left, the heat from the fire had started the grass on fire on our side of the road. I drove through it to get out of the neighborhood looking back to see the black smoke completely engulfing our house….but that’s another story. I had …..my ole friend,
….the guitar.
(This is a true story as I mentioned on the first comment to this poem. )