Long Garnish Poems
Long Garnish Poems. Below are the most popular long Garnish by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Garnish poems by poem length and keyword.
(Servings – multiple)
Ingredients.
1. Some poetry mood – to choice.
2. One pack of Instant hot ideas.
3. Cups of Poetry techniques – existing and new, to taste.
4. Poetry form – to choice
5. Suitable environment – to choice.
6. Spices: Loads of ideas recollected.
Pinch of experience (optional).
7. Seasoning: 1 ounce of emotions.
Method
Let the poetry mood takes over; feel poetic.
Allow ideas to generate. Sustain them. Encourage the flow.
Grasp them while still hot.
Pour them instantly on suitable paper or type them right away. The choice is yours.
Stir with spoon of techniques, using your skillful fingers.
Choose a suitable environment, like when you are relaxed and none to disturb you. Let the temperature rise.
Let your composition thickens and smell good, making you pleased and excited.
Season with experience, to your wish, to enhance the taste of it.
Taste and revisit them as many times as you like, until you are satisfied.
Garnish with preferred fonts.
Serve hot or cold, according to season – the choice is yours.
Enjoy your soup!
Nutritive value: generates emotion, gives pleasure and increase knowledge.
Cold drink glasses clank with the loud laughter
Heads of kin wiggle as smoky fragrance floats
Infused with garlic, spices, and squeeze of lime
Chicken kebab deeply grilled lines up the plate
Ketchup splash, onion slice garnish the delicacy
Every bite offers an aromatic and tangy treat
Nestled on the dish is a masterpiece of meat.
Keen for the alluring crispy taste and tender tang
Enjoying the dinner that bonds us with food and fun
Bounteous platters are emptied with happy speed
Appetite is satiated with savory good times spent
Bliss of feast permeates the content hearts for long.
Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child smiles at butterflies,
fledglings expand their tiny wings.
Mild rain hydrates perfumed buds.
Rainbow dahlia garnish,
under turquoise skies.
Sweet pea prolongs
around trees,
screening
stalks.
I
shiver
at the loss
of my blossoms
crumbling in Autumn.
Green turns yellow then brown,
as clouds grieve and bleed charcoal.
Auburn leaves decorate soaked paths.
Flock of birds soar to pleasant pastures.
Flashbacks from laid to rest souls resurface.
Winter weaves frozen cobwebs as winds howl.
Dark days, cold nights with nature naked,
sun hides its glow as ground hardens.
Snow kissed evergreen sepals,
covered in pristine white,
appear grand until,
bitter raindrops,
create ice
upon
them.
You must inhabit a piece of art
really roll it upon your tongue
every detail, please tear it apart
you truly cannot go wrong
on a tray rearrange life's fabric
feel free to rip, fold and scrunch
by the end it feels quite a neat trick
a delightful mouthful just before lunch
check out colour, line and angle
scratch at it with a fingernail
abstraction becomes revealing tangle
poetic flow a cosmic sail
decorate freely with garnish
intersperse spice and oil
don't worry about being outlandish
(and best results appear when on the boil)
do make sure it's all organic
it's an essential part of the meal
diners should ideally their lips lick
salivating about all that they'll feel
#1 placement
The first rays of dawn bring a garnish of warm soft hues
that coat the meadow in a glistening mantle
as we journey on beckoning spiraling slopes of fallen dew
to see the sunrise from the highest hill
as lovers do
With tender fingers securely enveloped in joyous wonder
like an oyster shell protecting the rarest pearl
found in the emotional depth of serenity and wondrous beauty
when a red pastel sky turns a rich velvet blue
Inviting us to soar like birds on delicate wings of imagination
and endlessly float on love's sweet fragrant breath
Yearning to paint a thousand pictures
rendered by love's artistic hands
framed by the hunger of our desire
When beneath the sun's splayed light, we kissed
becoming tethered by love's silent capture
regaled by the morning's mist
to feel the world melt away in solemn grace
where time is forever still from the sighing moment of our surrender
as truth becomes unspoken
and love frees the soul's jeweled reflections
glimmering in the farthest realms of the eyes
shinning bright as a wishful sense of shared awe
11/22/20
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How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish
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Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen
Wreath wrapped around the door of my hearth
Hearth's decor both symbol and integral part
Part of the pageantry and beacon of my hospitality
Material canvas eroding with time; modest beacon bequeathing my liberality
Time capsule which transports festive memories to my merry mind
Festive timber melded and artfully twined
Mirth and praise twined in harmonious refrain
Earthy refrain with delicate stitch and modest, pulpy strain
Modest harbinger of good will to all who it's crest ascend
Good will garnish that I with tidings of joy append
Garnish gratuitously crafted, residual hope to send
Hope that will past heartaches and trials rescend.
Sign post serenading Christmas past, while celebrating the decorum of Christmas present
Token garland in which future Christmas dreams to consign
she wanted to impress those in attendance
seemed the proper thing to do seeming
most of the folk were their to either
endorse her new
restaurant.
she wanted something special for the chefs special
but didn't want to spend the time cooking a savory dish that
took to much time and effort, so she came up with
something special
she thought that since she had an abundance of cucumbers
and a lot of beef she'd fix
some London broil with a cucumber and dill hollandaise
she wanted it to be tangy and spicy enough to accent the rich bey flavor
of the London Broil.
she started with the beef, she salted and peppered the beef
and put 20 London broils in the broiler to cook medium. than she Tackled the sauce.
she juiced 15 cucumbers AND 1 ONION, she placed the juice in a pot and simmered it, adding only a 1/3 cup of chopped dill, 1/2 cup of lime juice and 5 tablespoons of extra dry gin. in another pot she added 12 egg yolks and 1 & 1/4 cups of melted butter (on low) she mixed and blended the eggs creating a rich creamy sauce she add cayenne pepper for a spicy taste, when the cucumber juices had reduced she mix together both the Egg and butterS and the cucumber juice and gin, when she tasted the sauce she was so pleased that it was good!
she than went to the oven to check on the beef, she used her thermometer and found she needed only a little more time to cook. when the beef was done she sliced each London broil and made 35 plates, and than she sauced the beef and add garnish to each plate. not forgetting to sprinkled parsley on
top creating a beautiful beefy dish.
the people loved her beef and dill sauce, and they were delighted to have eatin her cucumber delight that they left big tips and kissed the chef upon leaving. This was documented by Amarez Snipples the conductor of the quartet.
Kitty Cat and Christmas Tree
Kitty, Kitty
Kitty, Kitty
Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy
Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball
A kitty-cat that desires so much loving and attention
Affectionate and my shadow when you desire
Play toys you see small and large
As real as you and me
You love to play hide -seek,
But your favorite toy is the part of nature that has moved in
Another play toy you see with those big green eyes
That nose wiggles to take a whiff
Another scratching post with the scent of pine
With movement of shimmering light adornment that garnish that beautiful toy of yours
Like a mouse running and jumping from limb to limb that looks so as real as you and me
Tempting for you to swat and play
That mouse that entice your nature’s instincts to plan of ways to chase
Kitty, Kitty
Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy
Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball
Sitting far, far away from the tree, looking innocent as can be
Oh!
No!
You've toppled the Christmas tree and scattered the broken ornaments all over the floor!
Frosting paw prints smudges on my countertops and floor!
What kind of games do you plan to play when my back is turned?
11/20/2015
- Poetry Contest : Cats and Christmas Trees
Sponsored by: Mary Oliver Rotman
Some birds are sentries to the sky
others are earth- or water-bound
some bumble about the lifeless rye
others are cherubs of the clouds-
Some are regal and soundless
others tend to echo from the grate
dictating to others how to sing
while cawing and poaching eggs-
Some build nests of grass or leaf
sacrifice everything for their babies
some birds play the mating game
then just as quickly up and leave-
I'm convinced most birds are heaven-scented.
uplifting and enriching our lives
some are but rhinestone buzzards
plucking others until they're blind-
Most fliers are garnish for the ages
some live to crap on liberty's bust
a few are fated for mental cages
birds are a lot like us-