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Cassie, a green faced witch could not find the right kind of man
I think I’ll make an elixir and create him, she would deadpan
She actually did it, wearing her fanciest ruffled dress
It had not been ironed, so was a bit of a mess
Her purple hat had rosettes of green, fuchsia, and teal
She incorporated a few items she got “in a steal”
her red curly hair got close, and a few of them dropped in
He came out perfectly lovely with bright pink skin
Sorry she said, but I wanted a green-skinned guy
He jumped out of the cauldron and showed that he could fly
she got on her broom and chased him off over a hill
spoil alert, this did not have a happy ending for this guy named Will
He got tossed off his broom and fell into a rather deep pond.
Cassie cast a spell, and he turned into tall pea green frond.
He was not the guy for me she said, picking up an old toad.
The next experimental ingredient, a gloomy forebode.
What is this charm that others have?
Magnetic attraction and attention grabbing,
Playing the room like the Pied Piper of Hamelin.
Charm like a souffle needs careful attention to detail,
practice and handling with care.
Overdone it flops and sags to disaster pudding.
The first ingredient is to be pleasing to eye.
Being smartly presented, as nice as you can be.
It helps if you are a handsome prince or stunning good-looker
But being well groomed and smartly dressed helps.
The second ingredient is a simple dash of eyebrow flash
A wink is overdoing it, just flit the eyebrow up
This dispels the fear-of-foe when being approached.
Just a mere quiver is enough to catch attention,
back it up with a slight tilt of head and a little smile.
This is you welcome, a hors d'oeuvres of open friendliness.
Next, you need to engage with your eyes, whisking long enough to meld
two beings together, expressing your genuine interest in them.
It is not a stare but a warm open welcome, with a nice smile,
maintaining eye-to-eye contact just long enough to be noticed, enticing.
Next get people to believe you are generally interested in them.
Not with flattering effrontery,
but by getting them to flatter themselves
by getting them talking to you,
about the things you admire in them,
things they admire most about themselves.
This give them a pat on the back, starts the assurance sharing.
With this book of charm recipes
You'll soon be the center of attention
Serving your light, fluffy souffle
To a captive audience, humming your cover tune.
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1 July 2017
There’s a shark in my soup
Sat down at the bowl
just about to begin
When what did I see
but a little gray fin
Swimming around
and making a loop
A strange sight to see
down there in my soup
I reached for the can
just couldn’t resist
I needed to check
the ingredient list
Noodles and chicken
and carrots it read
Celery, spices
was all that it said
I looked down again
and now I could see
A mouth full of teeth
that were grinning at me
Two beady eyes
and a tail at the back
It seemed that my soup
was about to attack
So quickly I reached
and grabbed for my spoon
The whole time just wishing
it was a harpoon
I stabbed and I splashed
then I had to regroup
And yelled for my mom
“There’s a shark in my soup!”
It’s then that she shook me
I opened my eyes
It didn’t take long
for me to realize
That I was asleep
laying safe in my bed
That shark in my soup
it was all in my head
She said, “I’m so sorry
you had a bad dream
How about I go get you
a bowl of Ice Cream”
I answered her, “Yes,
that would be really great
But instead of a bowl
could you just use a plate”
Written for: Shark in the soup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Ingredient 3
For Malo
Tis, Tis, ah
De wondering
Stability and endurance
Hard and strong
Strong and hard
Go hard
With this endurance
She say Mi Pussimiagh
Lick and slide
Yo'dicc to mi-ahh
Bounce wiff mi
bounce wiff mi
Oh dew yo best
Bounce wiff mi
Bounce wiff mi
Pass the lovers test
Ooh I so cummy
I love you so much
Bounce wiff mi
Bounce wiff mi
I feel your touch
Got mi ooh ah she while- legs
To be your best
You phuck wiff mi
Til then we parted
I want sum ooh ah sha waullie
Sum ah sha wayllie
Keep us apart
Ah to what
She gollie mention
Pussie mi ah
Gal pay attention
Boogie woogie
I phuck de best
Tougune cum rye chard
Tell mi what's lefted
At the coffee shop, a chap walked in,
Ordered a latte, wore a sly grin.
With a carrot, he stirred, no spoon in sight,
Perplexed, I stared, as my thoughts took flight.
The buzzing barista continued her work,
Same as the patrons, did not notice the quirk.
In loud sounds of chat, my mind left to wander,
A carrot in coffee? A concept to ponder!
No others had noticed by time he had gone,
And I said, "WTFWT, on this very dawn?"
The insanity of sighting a veggie conductor,
Beta carotene coffee? A caffeine constructor!
Alas, I sipped my drink, a secret to declare,
Not java but whiskey, the truth now laid bare.
A twist in my brew, a profound virtuoso,
Special ingredient that gives coffee its mojo.
The buzz in the shop matched the buzz in my cup,
Unraveled the mystery of the orange root foul-up.
At end, the coffee shop's great unsurprise,
Was due to my whiskey, not his carrot supplies!
Certain scenes can be taken for granted,
Like clouds blanketing, our sunny sky’s,
Intuition gut feelings, cannot be ignored,
Suspicions important, not vacant denial,
Where contrasts fade into each other,
Fuzzy bits, become more difficult to see,
Hidden foundations, prop up our planet,
Shoreline mountains, form under the sea,
Black and white blend, greying each other,
Cutting corners, saves bundles of time,
Rules can be stretched, til finally broken,
Yet some laws so vague, they intertwine,
Today enjoyed eating a big juicy apple,
Til chomping soured, on a rotten core,
Doesn’t mean, in future I’ll slice all open,
Just to guarantee, I’m fooled no more,
Two people hold hands, in the distance,
Appears innocuous, such a loving display,
But hold on, let’s look a little closer,
It’s actually a child, being taken away,
Vagaries of life are insanely disparate,
Harmless to you, but curtains for me,
One ingredient, not printed on the packet,
Tiniest interactions kill, yet build reality.
By
David Kavanagh
MY POETRY SOUP RECIPE
Connie girl makes her poetry soup in the bedroom
accompanying her cat purring in full bloom.
Bone that little duck, add a little muck,
bone that little duck, add a little muck.
Bring it to a boil, get a taste of that chuck,
bring it to a boil, get a taste of that chuck.
That's Connie in echo.
In soliloquy,
in deep dark thought,
in intrigue,
in her own little dark world.
She lays in repose on her bed,
in the buff,
drawing inspiration as she pets her cat.
Her written words take many shapes
and forms.
Word play and innuendo is her goose to her duck.
Sexual explicit, whips and clips,
the burning candle wax are her muck to chuck.
She laughs as she writes.
A clown behind the mask,
a playful seal bobbing a beach ball,
she adds a pinch of sugar now and then,
like the daughter's joy of a bunny hop,
and the kids skiing on the bunny trail.
She even cries, too,
adding onions of her past,
tears directed at a baker that baked her goose.
You see.
I hope you do.
To complete her soup she adds an aphrodisiac,
for good cheer.
This ingredient laughter.
To get it up.
Now you see what I mean, that's Connie.
connie pachecho
1/17/17
You probably feel like the world is against you.
This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago.
She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed, the emotions and struggles I faced remain relevant. They highlight enduring themes like resilience and identity.
Individual experiences are crucial; they illuminate broader issues and provide vital insights into the historical context that informs today’s discussions. Focusing on the past is essential for understanding present challenges—it doesn’t hinder progress; it fuels it. By sharing my narrative, I hope to empower young women and inspire them to recognize the connections between the past and the present as they forge their paths.
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By 2025, it will cost millions of dollars and be an essential ingredient in most facial products aimed at reversing the aging process. Unlike Rihanna Fenty's product line which focuses on a variety of products, this is about using all-natural ingredients from the land. This was us against the world, and here I am today, looking back in time to see your reaction as you read this letter.
People may laugh at you now, but you will strive to embody the beauty of a goddess. Even as I write this narrative letter to you, I still feel your pain. People back then were afraid of the unknown; we were not. We were wise and adventurous.
Be brave, be strong, and remember that you are sheltered under the blood of Jesus. Read Psalm 91 daily.
Miss All That (MAT) came in all prissy; serious cooks laughed a scoff.
Dare this woman think she’d make the finals in the ultimate cook off?
Something wrong with her we decided; her waist was too thin for sure.
We are serious chefs, burly with shaved heads who create chili pure.
Slimy's secret ingredient gives you flatulence and burps galore.
Many cream their britches before they reach the bathroom door.
Believe it or not, more people ate his chili than the chili of others.
He has thousands of relatives, I think fourteen younger brothers.
What do you call that crap? Asked a newcomer named Surly Sue.
We did not warn her in time, and she was now headed toward the loo.
Slimy slipped his secret ingredient into the donut she had been eating.
She did not make it for customers were taking up all the toilet seating.
Mother Russia in the form of Rotund Roth began his concoction.
Kremlin always bought his chili to make money at their biggest auction.
You sign up to stand in the bread lines waiting for two slivers of toast.
Best quality is chili's persuasive ability to bend wills of man and ghost.
I pulled out all the stops this year, introducing the Super Power Slide.
Gives you a kick in the salivating glands that makes you want to hide.
You turn invisible so no one can see your flatulence propelling you.
Around the room twice, before letting you fly out the window too.
Miss All That asked about six thousand questions to every single cook.
I wanted to say "Here lady" and hand her my dilapidated cook book.
But instead, I fell into niceness mode and helped her like the others.
Her chili was named the best; for she slept with all of Slimy's brothers.
I can still smell Mom's homemade soup on the stove,
she always had a pot simmering for us kids to welcome us home;
it was made in this huge soup pot which I inherited,
old, and dinged but it is one of my favorite possessions.
She did not invent the recipe for this homemade soup,
it was passed down from her mom, and her mom;
not a complicated soup, the ingredients simple to obtain,
but it had a secret ingredient called love that made it special.
Comforting on a cold Canadian day after playing in the snow,
or skating on the pond or having a snow fight with my brothers;
or after walking home from school I knew the soup was waiting,
I helped my mom making it sometimes, I was the perfect dicer.
It is an easy soup but has a lot of vegetables to dice up small,
like onions, celery, carrots, there could be other vegetables too;
but Mom kept it simple for us kids, we added four litres of broth,
Mom made her own chicken broth (I buy mine) that simmers a bit.
Next we added two cans of crushed tomatoes, stir, stir it up,
after a bit we added rice, how much, well you be the judge mom said;
and simmer, until all the vegetables, and rice are cooked and blended,
she also added some herbs like basil, salt and pepper, and that's it.
I guess the most important thing about the soup is the memory,
of mom in the kitchen with her stained apron humming away;
she was happiest when she was cooking for her family,
I am blessed to have these memories to keep close to my heart.
Memories of mom making homemade Tomato Rice Vegetable Soup,
in that big pot and stirring in the love maybe that is why it was good;
we would eat it with big hunks of buttered French Canadian bread,
delicious, a tasty soup, a lovely memory of a gone away time.