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often she'd stay the weekend. I'd give her these turnovers. She'd reject them at first by saying" yuk, you eat pig ears"! but one day she took one and ate it. She request them every easter as part of our easter party. We've been married for twenty three years now, and these turnovers are what bought us together. When we got our thang together we started dating more often, one night she told me she was pregnant, two days later I bought her a ring. I love this woman and just wanted to share this story with you.
3 cups of (finely chopped) pigears
3 Tablespoons of salt
3 cups of shredded cabbage
1 cup of julienne red bell pepper
2 cups of julienne red onion
4 Tablespoons of cayenne pepper
5 Tablespoons of lemongrass
3 Tablespoons of celery seeds
1/2 cup of julienne ginger root
3 Tablespoons of beet juice
1 cup of lime juice
1&1/2 cup of apple cider
7 crushed cloves of garlic
1/2 cup of dried pineapple
1/2 cup of a tart green apple
in a cheesecloth bag add two crushed chilli peppers (hot)
remove the red pepper in the cheesecloth and disregard.
in a large lid cover bowl, add all ingredients. cover with the lid and shake until all the ingredients are covered. allow to stand in a cool area for 24 to 48 hours.strain, removing all the vinegar solution. return to a bowl.
1 cup of honey
3/4 cup of raspberry preserve/ or strawberry preserve
3 Tablespoons of orange zest
1 cup of pumpkin seeds
add to cabbage mixture and allow the sweet and sour to mix, and fuse together.
roll pastry dough, to make turnovers. make turnovers and cook until done.
Call it, passionate fire
some say its madness
insanity becomes enjoyable
when you consider the mischievous pantoum
Some say its madness
french kissing you turns me inside out
when you consider the mischievous pantoum
twister becomes a pleasurable game with you
French kissing you turns me inside out
call it, passionate burnt blues
twister becomes a pleasurable game with you
like a ready match lighting the fuse
Call it, passionate burnt blues
green eyes encircle you sage Red Riding Hood cues
like a ready match lighting the fuse
the love hungry Wolf calls to its moon
Green eyes encircle you sage Red Riding Hood cues
don’t get me started, its incorrigible fun flirting with you
the love hungry Wolf calls to its moon
there, the Sun rises, inside those passionate burnt blues
Candide Diderot. ‘24
the devil's in the details...
Happy birthday, sir
Loose all in praises, dear
Believe you of me
You are so strong
Like the praise song
Which makes brethren be
So elated in spirit
Moved with mighty hands
Hovering above the digit
Of the rhythmic commands
Surely, those blessings parading
Are destined fortunes for us
In the readiness of compliance aiding
To the dancing sand crooks fuss
No external force fuse the mind
Unless the internal cruise it blind
No influence rent heart a forceful action
Until ego resolves to exact the interaction
Just like a dream
Transit placed itself on sky
Dead troubles scream
To have itself in sigh
Bringing about the sure worse
How hard to mouth spirit's meal
Then save the hangry belle
For the sake of a fixed heart
Rendering attack in broken sequence
Hiring fear and courage from distance
Closing itself far, mining fatigue
Beyond negritude cosmos intrigue
Waking consideration off the bar
With joy reserved for all so far
Who make comforter
The one to come home to
Than make periodic fast day
The one to commune with
And afterwards turn a desserter
Leaving the cloudy sky blue
Off to honour geotic way
As the able pith
Keep the light on
In progress, live on...
Choice channels poise
In sacred voice
The words you use
Light up a fuse
Do act with tact
To claim your fact
The works you fire
Breed what you sire
Dare to live good
Watch what you food
Dreams do come true
It's up to you
Choice is the way
Watch poise at play
Success now pays
You well each day
Do live bold zest
To sculpt your best
Start with good health
To glimpse clear wealth
Joy is the gist
For your short list
In that and this
Seek to know bliss
Seek light and grace
To know your place
For in the end
Each life is grand
Leon Enriquez
03 December. 2018
Singapore
Unable to let feelings come to just slide by,
all poets feel life in tender seeing eyes.
Life marinates in a poet's empathy-rife heart,
to then cradle lay emotion in their core
until every angle of feel has been stored.
All a poet reality-feels is written unconcealed
as is somehow required of and for their zeal.
If a poet lives it, they give it deliberate depth
for such is essential to their very breath.
Poets wear a same colored, large-sized bruise
from years of hearing devastating world news.
New's blues lights many a poet's tender fuse.
Empathy demands a poet's sympathy clarity.
Poets take from piles of desperate density
to hopefully give it credible, helpful intensity.
Love, birth, death, life's complexities and simplicities
charge poetic awe, humor and emotional flexibilities.
Written: August 7, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Quote: "Despite a broken tip, the antenna scanned for noises in the dark; the sky broadcast even as I lost hearing." By Poet
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Smitten spine, spewing swath sendee
severed sighs scattering space
sullen sphere sends sorrowed static
sirens, satire, sarcasm, silence.
Steel still sequences—
scrambles, simmers, sustains.
I map scars, the sparks steady,
learning love starts unshaped, a spark.
Stillness gathers through the ache;
static shapes the quake—
steel needle scraping dusk,
straining to carve sky back to trust.
Midnight seeps through ribs—
sorrow towers,
sparks flicker.
Clarity favors the uncracked;
our fractures shape our impact.
Spanning years flatten out,
I hide dents,
read shivers in vents,
loved fiercely, fuse in hand,
knowing sparks may never land.
Our fractures shape our impact
seasons flatten out—
soft device seeking grace, seeking space.
Silence drones, memory hums;
spire stands though static comes.
City shifting, I parse sorrow—
man in glass, child of tomorrow.
I bear signals, storm-struck crown,
still I rise, never down.
No craving repair, no symmetry prayer,
I linger—singed, aligned in fringe.
Shattered steel still ascends—
still it intends illumination.
Rare moments split the sky clean;
Truth arrives serene, unseen.
Then fracture becomes feature,
And the planet sings its nature—
No longer seeking a cure,
a scarred antenna stands sure.
Steel spine settled in open space,
holding tight to scattered grace.
One stray spark inside the vast—
sending signals till the last.
Sometimes pains and oppression
Makes us doubt the process
Then we start asking questions
Where is God?
Forgetting he's the omnipresent
Why's he silent?
Forgetting he's the God of time
Don't he see what I'm going through?
Forgetting he's the God of actions not reaction.
But did you take your time
To ask yourself these questions
Am I communing with God
Am I walking in the paths of God
Am I not too desperate
Am I putting in the work
That will give me breakthrough?
Sometimes positioning matters
You need to align to be assigned
Realign to connect with the source
There won't be current flow
If the fuse is not plugged to the socket
You can't communicate
With who you're not in contact with
Work on your relationship with God
Stop being a hypocrite or charlatan.
Prick streches into a carved shape
Longer than its usual length stick
Readily active to puncture tire
In pleasurable drill of strain
And stress till urge sting
To enkindle silent click
Of achy healthy goo
Lightly snowing in
Clucking sounds
Repeatedly shh!
Uncontrollably
What a Prick!
Prick ohh!
Prick!!!...Let loose of heavenly blessings
Jikerewin ji!
Jikerewin ji! ji! ji!
Stifled heartbeats
Jikerewin ji! ji! ji! ji!
Trumped ji! ji! ji! ji! ji!
Ranging six feet whole
Settling down to the bottom
Of the bottomless pit from afar
Fumed fuse of aid beyond its wears
Off in standstill beckoning the patience
To rise and to ride on the way back home
In fun-- a well rounded shape of itself's best
Regards no mask to shame the staged claim
At start, it is able, strong, and hailing non-stop
But now, be willing; do not beyond thy strength
See it not a task but a duty taken up by its limit.
This Valentine, my love, will be divine
I’ll whisk you off to every place and clime
In room enclosed, we’ll travel round the globe
Enchantment waits for us as we disrobe
You'll lay me down on sandy island shore
“Pretend” our game, adventure calls for more
With sweetness on your lips, mine own you'll kiss
A taste that rivals chocolate from the Swiss
I'll whisper tales of wild Arabian Nights
And plop into your mouth Turkish Delights
I'll play the part of harem girl, then maid
Then Warrior Princess come your heart to raid
I’ll shower you with kisses, sweet and wet
And make you lose your clothes on poker bet
Those Vegas lights will twinkle in my eyes
Then off to masquerade in a disguise
Our bodies fuse on our gondola dream
We skinny dip into Venetian stream
The scented candles dim and light peeks in
Your glow, my love, your scent is on my skin
The world is you; you are my every place
There is no beauty finer than your face
This very room where you've made love to me
Is paradise and where I long to be
January 22, 2015
For Mystic Rose's Valentine Contest
My open mouth breathing, blast you with hot breath,
Hyperventilating while holding my breath, at the same time I barely exhale death
Eyes petechiae blood on all sides, the more I hold this deep lung.
Spewing fire with my words, spitting venom with my forked tongue,
Shooting solar rays from my eye gaze as it rebounds,
Total annihilation in my raze, which levels structures to the ground.
My forces can propel rockets to space by the words I choose,
My vibrations can intercept communication transmitations by thousands of waves that blow the arcing fuse.
My electrical beams are from the original obelisk that are still in their constructed stations,
Not the obelisk that were pirated, stolen and relocated to other nations.
The plasma that shoots from my fingertips destroy all that it comes into contact with,
Magical powers soon to be exercised and not specified by any one particular myth.
This energy of my force is the source of the total demolition of Mars,
It doesn't end there, as I also consume both solar and blue dwarf stars.