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Poor trudeau..! Well how could he know.? Owing to
His deprived childhood?? Lets give that a go.?? No?
It won't win you over.? How could that be so?? Well
Well maybe his educational level.?? Because if his
Depri...?? Oh I already tried that..(What the devil?)
Who we all know does not exist, btw let me try some
Other tricks..He didnt know (the speaker guy?) How
Does that one hit you? Wiil it stand a round.' And if
You ask who did appoint him.?? I'll counter with don't
Be so dissapointed.' Think on the freedom you in
Canada have.' Trudeau can avail of and bang his gavel
Announcing whatever his mind can ravel?? Or un.! I
Hope i'm not offending some?? There should be laws
Against stupidity..' Oh but it could be the only path to
Escape?? Wow I think I have cancelled the case with
Ingenuity.' Apart from two thousand and seven that same
s s man, was a part of a discreation, a cloak and dagger
parliament destructive element, not at the level of 1945
Yet if you; research, there you will find quite a few ss folk
In Canada, they settled down, how many have entered your
Land? And towns? Not many in Russia..I'd think thats safe.?
To mention. To Date.!
Clocks tick on old, wooden walls
shelves of books line the room
suede elbow patches rest on chairs
part of the suit that plays host to
men of distinction
stories as lavish as their clothing
tobacco smoke billowing
fantasies constructed in the ephemeral clouds
Toys are tinkered in shops
carvings are made
the shop keeper closes up
pulls her hole-riddled jacket snugly
against her body
and starts home
following no footprints
she manages to reach her front door
shuddering, shivering, and sniffling
she sinks into a cushioned chair
and dreams of a better life
Children stand attentive
pressed and grilled by authority-figures
made to feel despicable
tears stream down like tributaries
bending and flowing
filling up the pockets of their tortured souls
dreaming to leave, mentally able to do so
not physically though
just dreams
A hidden village
deep within a jungle
a community
one that which
looks out for one another
rites of passage
communion with some great divine
hunters & shamans
speak only the language
of plants and music
feverishly wondering
if the collective consciousness
the great spirit
is just dreaming all of this up
If we're going to
live
we might as well
live our dreams...
There are so much to do for nothing
There is not much to do for something
To do or not will mean everything
And what does everything mean?
There are always places to go somewhere
Even for places landing nowhere
Dare I say a one place is everywhere
Am I or am I not already there?
Sometimes we have time but no time
When never a time to have no time to need time
To have times with no time to make time
I have a time... I don't give a fu*king dime
Stay and go away for a way to another day
Lay and play say if only a simple hey
I may I will sway with feelings kept at bay
Okay... It's time to pray
There are so much to do for nothing
There are always places to go sometime
To do or not to only mean everything
I have time... Just didn't give a fu*king dime
Feeble, a word not often used
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails
and gray-white strands of hair.
The once svelte figures of maid or man,
now chose more often to crunch and snap,
as ligaments roll unpleasantly over joint heads.
The witty repartee of youth is replaced by a dazed look.
Yes, at this moment,
après gym and post nap
and pre chair massage a wobbling frailness
surrounds me in a weak chicken broth
of feebleness.
fingerless mits
cover bloodless palms –
weak spring sun
emotion: feeble
poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: How Do I Feel Today
DANDELIONS -pretty yellow flower huh--
A puffy white fluffy ball;
Windblown, flown flower???
Man do they grow…
Man do they grow;
A Dandelion growing cycle grow;
From a seed;
Grown strong root;
Hard to stoop, to kill OH! Shoot;
Cutting, shovel out herbicide the only way out;
A puffy white fluffy ball
That does not spread asexually;
From a seed, from stolons also known as a runner;
Matures with a pretty lovely flower;
A topical bulb likens a Sunflower;
Most abundant in spring;
Close your eye there grows another one again;
Dies in the winter, sure is hard to git rid of;
Yeah! Yeah! Sick and tired of them weeds..
Them there dandelions tend to flower most abundantly in spring;
3/31/19
DANDELIONS Poetry Contest Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Law school huh? Why?
Because I want to make money.
Because you love the law?
NO!
Because you adore reading?
Double L, no!
Because you want to be a lawyer?
Is that what happens?
It is supposed to.
Oh, well.
Maybe I’ll be a pharmacist.
They make a bunch of money.
They stand on their feet all day.
WHAT?
They count pills all day.
No way!
Why are they paid so much?
Like lawyers, they get rewarded for being bored daily.
Maybe I’ll be a social worker.
Honey, what is the goal here?
To make some REAL MONEY.
Snicker. Laugh.
Snicker Snicker. Laugh. Laugh.
Snicker. Snicker. Snicker. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.
I can barely talk now.
He is sixteen and thinks he knows everything?
Yes, working in any helping profession
Makes you an instant millionaire, I agree.
HE MADE REFRANCE TO THE INVISIBLE MAN
FOLKS SAY YOU CAN'T SEE HIM
HE SAID " YES YOU CAN"
WE JUST TURNED OUR HEADS AND SMILED
HE LOOKED UP FIRST TO RESITE A VERSE
BUT GOT CAUGHT UP ON WHO CAME FIRST
HE SLIPPEDUP AND SAID THE mISTER CARRY'S A PURSE
THIS MADDEN SEVERAL OF THE OTHER MEN
ONE SPOKE UP AND SAID "YOU THINK YOU RICH"
YOU'RE JUST ONE LUCKY SUM-A b$TCH
AND THAT AINT THE BEST THING FOR YOUR FREINDS
THEY'RE HALF FOOLISH
SOME SAY THEY'RE DUMB
WE ALWAYS WONDERED WHERE THEIR IGNORANCE COMES FROM
I SEE RIGHT IT'S MORE THAN LIKELY TO COME FROM YOU
IF SWANS ARE LARGE CHICKENS
AND BUBBLE GUM COME FROMS COWS
PIGS ARE ROOSTERS
AND ALLIGATERS ARE SOW'S
THEN MAYBE THEN YOU'RE THE SMARTEST ONE
BUT I DON'T THINK THING'S ARE THAT WAY
IT JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS FOOLISH PEOPLE SAY
AND IF GOD HELPS FOOL'S
AND MAKES WAYS FOR DRUNKS
THAN YOU'RE BLESSED
AND ONE LUCKY PUNK
JUST GET YOUR STUPID SELF OUTTA MY FACE!
Before today, I’ve never questioned
The things we’d say to each other
We were just laughing, as we always do
Our friends say neither of us have a clue
About what? About who?
I’m not stupid, maybe clueless
Actually now that I’m looking
You don’t look half bad.
Wait-
Huh?
I never wanna walk away, I find it so very puzzling, this dance around each other seems never ending, signals that.. I’m sending?
Huh?
How could I not have noticed, how much I pay attention, seemingly unseen tension, how could I have been so blind,all this time
Huh?
I swear it wasn’t on purpose
The way the skies opened up just now, around you
I’ve never learned this, lesson on what to do
Seen it in the movies, and hoped for it truly
Suppose I never excpected it could happen to me one day
Huh?
I never wanna walk away, I find it so very puzzling, this dance around each other seems never ending, signals I’m sending
Huh?
How could I not have noticed, how much I pay attention, seemingly unseen tension, how could I have been so blind, all this time
Huh?
All this time,was it a lie to myself
In denial, deep deep down
I feel like a clown, for not realizing it sooner
Somehow I always thought that you’d choose her
Never even put myself in that equation
Now it’s flying out like a magician with his dove
Could it really be love….
Huh?
I never wanna walk away, I find it so very puzzling, this dance around each other seems never ending, signals I’m sending
Huh?
How could I not have noticed, how much I pay attention, seemingly unseen tension, how could I have been so blind, this time
Huh?
you perm and prime you shun;
You polish up your own stone;
You talk trash and jive;
You shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually promise me;
Heller Shelter relish tones;
Cut my landline telephone;
Imprison me where you say I belong;
give me plenty of accreditation;
Concrete placement prevarication;
Who is my judge, where is my jury;
Placement on "HOLD" it's my mister-minor, huh!!
What is this a joke,
And just what is a JUKE JOint?
Fancy dancer, Chicago headliner;
Broken deflated football from Lincoln/Omaha Nebraska;
What is thing call "the CORN HUSKERS"
By chance the populace can remember
Bob Gibson, Robert Boozer who...
Maybe Gabriel Union who...
And just where is this place
What is this space that home to about 400 million
From the hood I understood, from Tech High I held my pride;
In the ghetto was that fellow teachers said He ain't gonna amount to nothing
1970's Black power you perm and prime you shun;
In the ghetto inner city polish up your stone;
Speaking Swahili you talkN trash and jive;
Politically correct master target you shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually unpromising me;
Heller Shelter relish tones, still haten Deacon Jones?;
Cut my landline telephone on Facebook unfriend me;
Imprison me with closed eyes and mediocrity
Where do you say I belong, not here son...
git on, get gone;
give me plenty of accreditation;
Concrete placement prevarication;
Who is my judge, where is my jury;
Placement on "HOLD" it's my mister-minor, huh!!
What is this a joke,
Your life's been revoked,
Even Lucifer wants you gone
Too much heat for him, ha ha!!
Chicago's the best...
Nebraska (what) is next...
So stop playing over and over again
Curtis Mayfield and pull on the WINANS
yet I still feel even in trouble times then the best decade was the 1970's
A BROTHERLY LOVE VERSE TO MY BROTHER Freddie Robinson Jr. a brotherly dedication
8/16/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking chicken
and felt it was best to have as much chicken as vegetables
she decided to make it easier on herself by using
something large to marinate the birds in.
she was cooking twenty game hens, and wanted a mixture of flavor
to marinate the birds in.
she came up with this.
in a large roasting pan she added,
5 pounds of grapes (vines and leaves)
2 trouts (scaled and cleaned)
4 garlic bulbs (halved and unpeeled)
5 medium onions(quartered with peels)
10 lemons(squeeze the juice and and halved)
5 sprigs of rosemary
4 sprigs of thyme
2 gingerootz (chopped)
5 small chilis (halved)
1 cup of cilantro
roast for about one hour( to extract the pungent aromas)
you only want the juices that are extracted from the mixture
drain by using a colander, and a fine screen.
allow to cool.
in a blender add
2 cups of olive oil
1/4 cup of salt
2 green peppers
1 large red onion
2 small chilis (seeds removed)
2 cup of red wine
3 cups of lime juice
1 cup of light brown sugar
4 tablespoons of ground ginger
1/2 cup of white vinegar
7 cloves of garlic
mix smooth and add to the cool mixture
2 two five gallon buckets with lids
add the game hens and pour mixture to cover all the birds.
marinate overnight.
broil birds in the oven until done.
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1 and one half cups of lemon juice
1 cup of coconut milk
1 cup of grapefruit juice
4 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/2 cup of honey
8 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 cup of minced shallots
1 cup of coconut flakes
1/4 cup of light brown sugar
6 tablespoons of rum
4 tablespoons of grounded cumin
1 and 1/4 cup of olive oil
1/4 cup of mint leaves
3 pounds of deveined shrimp
marinade.
in a large roasting pan, add 1 cup of butter
and a half cup of olive oil
sautee about
6 cups of chopped eggplants,
6 cups of diced (cooked potatoes)
1 cup of green onions
add shrimp (cook shrimp underdone!)
add marandae and thicken with cornstarch