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Rowan is a berry that it's extractions are used to
make sorbit acid a preservative used in baking.
Sorbus Aucuparia, also called mountain ash
is not related to the ash tree.it is one of the many
plants in the familiar Rosaceae family that also
contains roses, apples, and raspberries, and that
I have written about here so often.
Rowan trees are one of the most eye-catching tree
it's berries look like cherry tomatoes.While not deadly
poisonous, raw rowan berries contain parasorbic acid
and cyanogenic glycosides, which can cause significant
stomach upset, vomiting, diarrhea, and potential
kidney issues if eaten in large amounts, but cooking
(or freezing) converts these compounds to safe sorbic
acid, making them edible for jams, jellies
, and syrup.
Written by:
The Bread pro's
Yeast College
best sourdough, brioche
and tradational yeast recipes of Earth.
Uneasy wit
Argues, finds fault;
Uneasy bits
Unmask default.
Uneasy mess
Reveal real pains;
Now more or less,
Hurts wear refrains.
Uneasy style,
Blunt issues poke;
Now who can smile
In bitter yoke?
Uneasy peace,
Words cannot heal;
Wounds now increase,
Harsh fate to seal.
Uneasy mind,
Heart feels quite choked;
Harsh edges find,
Sad grief that strokes.
Uneasy will
Turns round to bite;
Who can keep still
When thoughts incite?
Uneasy space,
Ugly with pride;
Just learn to face
Each turn of tide.
Uneasy ride,
Emotions spark;
Release vain pride
To make the mark.
Uneasy truce,
No one can win;
Stalemate and deuce,
Discord fills in.
Uneasy lines
Punctuate discord;
No one feels fine —
This Gordian knot!
Uneasy looks,
No eye contact;
No open book —
No turning back.
Uneasy gaze,
Judge and accuse —
Trapped in a maze:
Guilty? Confused?
Uneasy glance
Seek compromise;
No second chance,
Trust fails to size.
Leon Enriquez
16 January 2018
Singapore
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When one takes Jesus into his heart with the soul dance,
He takes within his or her grasp the Holy Lance.
This Holy Spear speaks to the destiny of the world.
For good or evil, it tells us Gods vision for all of us; boys and girls.
One needs to live it, feel it, love it, grasp it,
Close your eyes and become one with it.
Dripping endless blood of our King of Kings,
Though light as a feather like a dove, wing to wing.
Hoist the Spear of Destiny to the Sun, to the Moon, to the Star!
It will talk to you and tell you what issues are near and far!
More so, it speaks of pure, complete, true, everlasting love,
Of an avalanche of snow, tsunami of water and explosion of flames from above.
Take your Lance of Longinus and marry it with your brothers,
Let your visions heal the wounds of all beggars, sinners and others.
Holy Lance, you touched the emperor who reigns,
Within these 'ten' fingers of mine, release and end the pain!
Wednesday, October 20, 2021
yesterday never lie
what kills yesterday
still exist today
what heals yesterday
don't heal anymore today
cos we have abused
nature to a standstill
take a look at the world
on every new today
our yesterday still lives
in our today
it marks still invade our
today visions
it fact can never stop
speaking on our every today
how could we avoid this
marks
remains always an issues
of every today's topics
some yesterdays are good
so many are bitter
despite what it is
it still never leave our today
alone
sometimes we perfect our day
thinking we are over the Scare's
of yesterday
yet in between our joy
Every day
yesterday never lie
DEPRESSION
Diarrhea of the brain
Tiredness in my bones
Trouble focusing and concentrating
Unhappiness feelings over thrown
Anger in my blood
Irritability shaken adult syndrome
Frustration floating in my cranium
Loss of interest in pleasures
Of fun activities too much or too little
Sleep issues, eyes crying eating facial tissues
No energy, wake up tired blood vessels
Blah! Blah! Blah!
Craving unhealthy foods, put the Die is diabetes
Anxiety isolation... robbed a candy store got the munches
feelings of severe despondency and dejection.
I got self-doubt creeping and that is swiftly turning into my real reflection
"depression"
For Contest: Depression
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
2/26/18
©2018
My faith in us has been shaken,
My self-worth is in serious doubt.
Some days, I just want to scream and shout.
I just hope this a dream, and soon will awaken.
I have moments I am severely numb,
Some moments I am not honestly strong.
You have declared that you were wrong
That the actions taken were significantly dumb.
I am working diligently to forgive you,
Yet, it appears that I’m the one working on change.
This is so surreal and so undeniably strange.
Can we our love be made again anew?
I will doubtlessly have trust issues,
It will take me a fair amount of time
To get over this betrayal, this crime.
There are days when I still need tissues.
You once made me believe I was special and unique.
Now all I feel is ordinary and betrayed
And you used the one and only blade
To make me realize that I am weak.
I need for you to show me once more,
That I am yours and your are mine
And that a new way we can define
So that one day my faith you can restore.
My heart is still raw and bleeding,
I need you to prove to me all over
That any feelings you have are not leftover
And that I am all you will be needing.
So be patient, as I was the one deceived,
And show how I am truly the one
And will always be since we had begun.
That this ache & pain will one day be relieved.
Know that I am yours truly
Proving yourself your only concern,
And anyone else’s advances you will spurn.
That you will pursue me once more, newly.
Romantic
teacher, writer, fitness enthusiast and self-proclaimed movie critic
who loves family, friends, and food,
I play with words, explore interesting/controversial topics and celebrate life;
feel grounded in my Earth sign, zealous in my goals, and happy in my solitude;
fear having unresolved issues, becoming helpless in old age or suffering pain; would like to regain perfect health, take a family cruise and visit faraway friends.
Homesick for Iowa, I’ve resided 3/4 my life now, however, in the Beehive state -
Realist
March 29, 2020
Contest: Bio Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Mental health issues are a horrible thing
Make you think life's not worth living
You learn to hide your inner thoughts
Even from all your cohorts
You just don't know where to turn
Every emotion makes you burn
But deep inside your really nice
The issues you've faced you pay the price
There is help out there you cannot see
But if you want talk to me
I'm not a doctor I will not judge
My mind is blank just like fudge
I know you feel your going insane
But your not its your inner brain
If you talk you will feel better
Hopefully get off that helter-skelter
Stand tall and fight this inner ghoul
For you are strong and not a fool
Don't think it's easy to just end
Think of your family and your friend
They will always be there for you
They are hurting very much too
But they need you to understand
They want you here, beside you they stand
Good girls don’t.
Well who are you to say?
Donning shredded fish nets,
kissing with dark lipstick,
she’ll say what’s on her mind.
Clearly she’s a bit scholastic,
putting her nose in the issues
after removing it from a book.
Who are you to say what
good girls do?
A scream as she spits gum out,
running until there’s nothing left;
in the end crying herself to sleep.
Who are you to say what
good girls do?
On a mission to sit for a while
yet always yanked up by her hair,
A sure sign no one else is there.
The haute spark of a trendsetter,
talking smack without a word.
Her wretched stack is everywhere.
Good girls don’t.
Well who are you to say?