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I lift and rise to being chased,
pops half-way, till full, beamed round-faced,
a fire host heightened its facade,
casting daylight shadows abroad.
Cool Earth plunged hot by its keeper,
heat courses like the Grim Reaper,
smiles at darkness to wait its turn,
up curve tidied, noon loses yearn.
Orange turns red, claws at purple,
white flagged as dusk makes a hurtle,
a gloaming rhythms the musing sphere,
like one tied to tracks, locked in fear.
Named twilight as some light appears,
though hour triggers those tryst affairs,
calm ruse warmth as limbs fuss about,
caught midnight streams like baited trout.
A night dips mid-Cherub's flirting,
their chariot horses fleeing,
while the golden sentinel rides,
as the solitaire lift comprised.
A new task surround, maneuvers,
seers illume become producers,
hail a whole new year of seasons,
first, until last, filled with reasons.
The lead round about the bodies,
as they spin on stage like follies,
glows revue as savory hams,
marooned its taste just like PB Jams.
Bittersweet, as they realigned,
lead pars best swept the rest, resigned,
equinox and solstice charted,
psyche chose, and rookies parted.
A decisive planet divides,
segregation always collides,
closets partitioned a household,
Edens knowledge, they were paroled.
As a classroom globe builds up dust,
while folks roam about, make a fuss,
intellect cleans a tarnished steel,
greens will entomb them 'ere they kneel.
For several years when our kids were little, every Thanksgiving Day, we all loaded up and headed for Aunt Fanny’s house. New faces and lots of food were big attractions. There was much for which to be thankful.
Just like myself, I suspect that everyone thought that Aunt Fanny's sweet potatoes were the best that we had ever tasted. I suppose that everyone had no doubt that her mustard greens were the best in all America. Who could imagine anybody’s ribs, roast, or chicken being any better than hers? Yes, we were certain that we could not see wings on her biscuit roles; but because they were so soft and fluffy, we also knew that if one did not consume them rather readily, they would fly away.
Doubtless, everybody knew Aunt Fanny the cook. But the real question is whether or not we got to know Aunt Fanny the person. If for any reason, and I can name a few myself, anyone thought that the Thanksgiving gatherings were about the food, they, as did I at times, completely missed what Aunt Fanny was all about. In time, that is, after her great and tasty food was clearly digested, I realized that she was all about people.
Our dear aunt was indeed gourmet, but she was not about making us happy about her culinary abilities. She was about making us believe that we could do anything God designed us to do; and to be all that He purposed us to be. Aunt Fanny was demonstrating to us that she learned to prepare many great dishes from scratch the same way she rose up from a very humble beginning and achieved prosperity in both material and spiritual ways. She nearly started out in life from scratch. So making much from little was second nature with her.
Those ‘massive never out of food gatherings’ were not about the turkeys, or the hams, or the chickens, and not even about the ribs. I tell you, it was not about the food. It was all about the family, the friendships, and the loving. Yes! Aunt Fanny was about the fellowship and the caring. If we had thought that food was the centerpiece, we truly missed the real Fanny.
01242013 cj PS Contest, Thanksgiving Day, Nayda Ivette Negron
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444444 equals 24 trotters
6 heads
4 livers
4 hearts
6 kidneys
2 hams
Various scraps
5 hour boil time
Onions
Carrots
Greenpeppers
Garlic
Thyme
Basil
Bayleaves
2 cups of port
Rubbed sage
Salt
Pepper
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Brunch Day
Sunday morning scrapple/ bacon and mushrooms
Scrambled eggs and cheese
Toast/butter and honey
Hash browns
Jam/jelly
Coffee
Beet, carrot,orange/vodka
Strawberry tart
Butternut squash tart/pecans
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Darling I may never have told you
Ain't nothing right without you
You're the star of the show
My leading lady
Keeping you happy ain't no chore
I love you
I guess I wanted you to know
Sometimes I get a little busy
we spend so much time apart
here a little something to make you smile
It comes straight from my heart
Said I love you
Ain't got no problems saying it again
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Cured salmon rolled in sliced ham with sour cream eggyolk and dill....
Many are the memories of Hoosier farm life as a lad that I recall.
One was what Dad called 'hog renderin' that occurred every fall.
When he proclaimed the old boar had reached his maximum weight,
That meant for sure that the old feller was soon to meet his fate!.
After Dad did him in, puttin' an end to his squeals,
He was hoisted by block and tackle and strung up by his heels.
Dad wielded his butchers' knife with the deftness of a surgeon's hand,
Carvin' out loins, hams and bacon from our late-departed friend!
Curin' bacon was Dad's specialty in which he took great pride.
He performed secret incantations which he never would confide.
Massagin', injectin' stuff and smokin' them again and again,
To ensure they were suitable for Mom's iron skillet fryin' pan!
After milkin' the cows and sloppin' the hogs at the break of dawn,
I could smell the bacon sizzlin' in the skillet as I walked across the lawn!
Enterin' the house the aroma of the bacon wafted about the place.
Even Dad was so anxious to dine that he waived the prayin' of grace!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
The elected Democracy.
Is a democracy obsolete? we see it trampled on by Muslims demanding the Sharia law in our streets
Democracy in the Middle East bombs
the living daylight out of the Palestinians, this so their a democracy, can reign subprime and call all they steal, cry our right to defend ourselves
in the name of a democracy, that has become a cancerous ulcer oozing blood in Gaza
if you point out that bombs perched in the USA and
Germany has killed 43 thousand innocent people. they
point out October the 7th, and Hamas behaved in a way that is for Israel's army to do daily, unashamedly call that day a Holocaust.
Some writers insanely, like Douglas Murray, blame Hamas for operating among the people, it must, they can't be in the open, bombs falling on hospitals and schools are dropped by Israel, which 76 years ago got a land and started
a killing spree that has lasted until this day
The hundred hostages in Hamas's hands are still alive. but Israel doesn't care about them, one thinks, hopes Hams will kill them and show the world how terrible Hamas is
We in Europe and the USA witness the eradication of the Palestinians, wring our hands, use lame words, but otherwise, say nothing and go about our daily business talking
about Christmas, and we do not see the irony
therefore, let's stop using the bloodsoaked verb and call it a day of FREEDOM! from tyranny
(Can you guess which Sheep/lamb nursery rhymes
I’ve parodied with these three piggy rhymes?)
1. Oink oink, white pig, have you any pork?
No WAY, Mister! Drop your fork!
You think you’re takin’ bacon? In a pig’s eye!
You’ll have to drag me kicking from my pig’s sty!
2. Sullivan Slime has sold his swine
To a butcher man named Kevin.
They’re gone from his home, no more to roam.
Let's hope they're in hog heaven!
3. Hilda had a big fat hog, big fat hog, big fat hog.
Hilda had a big fat hog; its snout was cute and pink.
And everywhere it went with her, went with her, went with her,
And everywhere it went with her, it made an awful stink.
To hide its smell, she used her car, used her car, used her car.
To hide its smell, she used her car to take it near and far.
And since on freeways it was hauled, it was hauled, it was hauled,
And since on freeways it was hauled, a “road hog” it was called.
For the Nursery Rhyme Contest of Debra Squyres
FOOD FIGHT
YEAH! Yum I am sittin at the dining room table;
Smelling all them aromas of mom's Christmas coarses;
Moving hands arms and mouths of all the children voices;
Fidgeting, shirring wanting to pass over dinner
let's eat the coconut pie from Aunt Mable;
And Oh! yeah yum I can still picture that mill;
On table waz meets turkees, hams, wit' right and brown gravy's;
Warmth smell breads all types there waz hole wheat, white,
also waz sum hot butter-korn bread;
A side diss of jellies and jambs;
And real fo real butter
Vegetable's
Galore
Hole Cornel Korn, Pees, beats, karats,
salads sprinkle with salt N pepper and time;
And after all this, no fish;
Wit all this,
waz left, but dessert yum we eight homemaid kakes with flower,
yeah, and yum even had sum suite potato pi;
All this good Flavers Sights;
And yumming invites;
Kin folk babies whine;
All these foods in sight;
Man this ate write;
Ahh! stomach eights, eight to much Oooh!!!
Must be sum food fight;
For Contest: FOOD FIGHT
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
Cheers for The New Year
We cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.,
Twirling noisemakers and blowing ticklers,
And make resolutions we plan to engram.
And party away wearing silly tams,
Singing Auld Lang Syne with our sweethearts,
And cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.
Conscious boasts, though we know it’s a sham;
The mind is strong, but the body is weaker,
And make resolutions we plan to engram.
And swing to music played by the band,
Stepping on toes amid dance capers,
And cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.
While overindulging in hams and drams,
And tell ourselves we will change later
And make resolutions we plan to engram.
Company abounds chattering flimflam;
Sitting around the table sharing laughter,
We cheer for the New Year at twelve a.m.
And make resolutions we plan to engram.
Wolves were wandering all alone
At home
On a Sunday AM morning
Goodies empty in their storing
Feeling pretty dandy
But there was this craving for candy
Calling to deliver toffee
Thinking it would be grand with tea or coffee
Having a bout that is diagnosed as the blues
Everton thought this visit would be easy and cool
Dressing the part to be a muse
Everton arrived at the Wolverhampton field
Ready to honor the business deal
Before they decided to rest
A foul was committed wanting a confess
Goal awarded after the arrest
Penalty shot scored due to contacting play was a mess
When they returned from the break
Another toffee the Wolves did take
Followed by one more
No need to buy any toffee inside the convenience store
Three nil was how it ended
Table jumping wolves worthy to be commended
Aston’s property now must be defended
Royals from the Eagle state
Made a date
With Aston to tell him ‘wait’
“You have not gone under
Buzzing west hams could still blunder”
“Do you have a plan you’re royal highness?”
Aston Asked with kindness
“I will give you two
The rest is up to you”
King Glazier did explain
About Aston keeping his villa in the high profile game
Three points appeared
Creeping closer claret and blue army got near
Being told nothing to fear
Blowing bubbles
Seeing no trouble
West Hammy United buzz was all secure
But are they sure
One could be shown the door?
Nature appeared to take her time,
summer stretching into September October days,
the warm filled the landscape with colors bled
shades of lemon yellows, pale green limes ahead
a mix of russet orange and cranberry reds;
every breath a distant pleasure
recalling hot sunny summer treasures
bowing slowly in transitional escapades
to a hint of November slipped parades
drawn memories of Thanksgiving masquerades;
stuffings, turkeys, hams
sweet mashed potatoed yams
waiting for the moment to gather family and friends
while the sky clouds play behind the darker grays again
and winter skies slowly snow us in.